Jo/Joe

12th generation Toreador

No one has ever really understood you or your art.

You started spray painting walls to deal with the emptyness you felt inside in your sterile suburban home. Your calous parents, and cold teachers were just stifling you, you had to get out.

Living on the streets you realised you were the only one who could truly represent the beauty and sadness you saw around you. One day a vampire saw your painting and adored it so much they changed you, now you will craft your art forever.

You gathered others around you that saw things the same way, like your ghoul Robin/Robyn - they follow you and try in vein to immitate your masterpieces. It is sad they will never have your talent, but at least they can appreciate yours.

Your problems come from an unruly mob run by that Brujah slob Fergus, they spray their inane rubbish all over the beauty of your work ruining it. It is greatly annoying that these untalented gaggle of junkies and losers make up for their own shortcomings by harrassing the only true artist on the streets.

The sudden loss of your ability to fascinate people was annoying but not greatly so. It was the phone call from Victoria the Primogen of the Toreador telling you to deal with the problem, or else, that got you worried.

Goals:

• Try to get Fergus off your back.
• Tell people about your art.

Fergus:

Fergus wouldn't know art if the wall it was painted on fell on them. I'm surprised Fergus can even figure out where the paint comes out.

Evelyn:

This little bitch is just an extention of Fergus, only higher pitched and with even less talent if that's possible.

Robin/Robyn:

Robin/Robyn is yours completely and utterly, hasn't got too much talent, but nice to have around all the same. He/She would do anything you asked, but still has an unhealthy fasination with Fergus.