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Liam McCullom grew up with hay under his nails and the thunder of hooves in his bones. The McCulloms had worked for generations as coachmen and grooms outside a small Irish town; from childhood Liam learned the line and balance of a horse, how to buck a balking stallion back into step, how to polish the brass and tend the leather of a gentleman's coach until it shone. His parents drilled into him a simple creed: be respectable, keep work honest, carry the family name without shame. Liam took that creed to heart, but he also fancied himself a tough man. When the world beyond the stable gate proved less polite than the manor house, he answered with scrapes, brawls, and a quick temper that had been honed on muddy streets and in smoky taverns. He learned to wear respectability like a coat and to tuck a knuckled fist beneath it when trouble came; handling danger, somehow, came naturally to him. | |||
The road taught him other lessons no parish school could. Night rides brought whispers—lights between hedgerows that were not lanterns, children who smiled too long in the dusk—so he learned to see what others did not, to recognize when a chill meant more than wind. Practicality followed instinct: he taught himself to pick a stubborn lock with a hairpin, to steady a pistol at surprising distances, and to use his hands for more than mending harness—fist, cuff, and palm became tools as reliable as rope. Those talents made him useful to travelers with money and secrets, and dangerous to the wrong sort of curiosity. Liam walks a line between polish and raggedness, a man who keeps a spotless coach by day and watches for shadows by night, still trying to make his parents proud while knowing how quickly pride can be paid for in blood. | |||
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| Character: Liam McCullom | Nature: Thrill Seeker | Clan: City Gangrel ' |
| Player: ' | Demeanor: Deviant | Generation 9th (diablerie) |
| Chronicle: London - Pax Britannica | Concept: ???? | Sire: Ionatan Rourke |
| Allegiance: [] | Reservation: [] | Pack: Fresh Fish |
| --- | Weakness: [] | --- |
| --- | Cameo: [] | --- |
| --- | --- | --- |
| --- | --- | --- |
| ATTRIBUTES | ||
| Physical | Social | Mental |
| Strength ●●●●●○○○○○ | Charisma ●●●○○○○○○○ | Perception ●●●○○○○○○○ |
| Dexterity ●●●●○○○○○○ | Manipulation ●●○○○○○○○○ | Intelligence ●●●○○○○○○○ |
| Stamina ●●●○○○○○○○ | Appearance ●●●●●○○○○○ | Wits ●●●○○○○○○○ |
| --- | --- | --- |
| --- | --- | --- |
| ABILITIES | ||
| Talents | Skills | Knowledges |
| Alertness ●●○○○○○○○○ () | Animal Ken ●●○○○○○○○○ () | Academics ●●○○○○○○○○ () |
| Athletics ●●○○○○○○○○ () | Crafts ○○○○○○○○○○ () | Computer ○○○○○○○○○○ () |
| Awareness ○○○○○○○○○○ () | Drive ●●○○○○○○○○ () | Finance ○○○○○○○○○○ () |
| Brawl ●●●○○○○○○○ () | Etiquette ○○○○○○○○○○ () | Investigation ●●●○○○○○○○ () |
| Empathy ○○○○○○○○○○ () | Firearms ●●○○○○○○○○ () | Law ○○○○○○○○○○ () |
| Expression ○○○○○○○○○○ () | Larceny ●●○○○○○○○○ () | Medicine ○○○○○○○○○○ () |
| Intimidation ●●●○○○○○○○ () | Melee ●●○○○○○○○○ () | Occult ●●○○○○○○○○ () |
| Leadership ○○○○○○○○○○ () | Performance ○○○○○○○○○○ () | Politics ●●○○○○○○○○ () |
| Streetwise ●●○○○○○○○○ () | Stealth ○○○○○○○○○○ () | Science ○○○○○○○○○○ () |
| Subterfuge ●○○○○○○○○○ () | Survival ○○○○○○○○○○ () | Technology ○○○○○○○○○○ () |
| --- | --- | Area Knowledge -- London ●●○○○○○○○○ () |
| --- | --- | --- |
| --- | --- | Vinculum: Kingston 5, Tobie 4, Liam 5, Roarke 6 |
| --- | ADVANTAGES | --- |
| Disciplines | Backgrounds | Merits & Flaws |
| Celerity ●●○○○○○○○○ () | Allies ○○○○○ () | --- |
| Obfuscate ●●○○○○○○○○ () | Contacts ○○○○○ () | --- |
| Protean ●●○○○○○○○○ () | Domain ○○○○○ () | --- |
| [[]] ○○○○○ () | Fame ○○○○○ () | --- |
| [[]] ○○○○○ () | Generation ●●○○○○○○○○ () | --- |
| [[]] ○○○○○ () | Herd ○○○○○ () | --- |
| [[]] ○○○○○ () | Influence ○○○○○ () | --- |
| [[]] ○○○○○ () | Mentor ●○○○○○○○○○ () | --- |
| [[]] ○○○○○ () | Military Force ○○○○○ () | --- |
| [[]] ○○○○○ () | Resources ●○○○○○○○○○ () | --- |
| --- | Retainers ○○○○○ () | --- |
| --- | Status ●○○○○○○○○○ () | --- |
| --- | --- | Liam McCullom Experience |
| --- | --- | --- |
| HEALTH LEVELS | HUMANITY | VIRTUES |
| Bruised (0) - { } | ●●●●●●●○○○ () | Conscience ●●●●○○○○○○ |
| Hurt (-1) ---- { } | --- | Self-Control ●●●○○○○○○○ |
| Injured (-1) - { } | WILLPOWER | Courage ●●●●●○○○○○ |
| Wounded (-2) - { } | ●●●●●○○○○○ () | --- |
| Mauled (-2) -- { } | --- | --- |
| Crippled (-5)- { } | BLOODPOOL | --- |
| Incapacitated- { } | ○○○○○○○○○○ | --- |
| Final Death | ○○○○○○○○○○○ | --- |
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History
Liam McCullom grew up with hay under his nails and the thunder of hooves in his bones. The McCulloms had worked for generations as coachmen and grooms outside a small Irish town; from childhood Liam learned the line and balance of a horse, how to buck a balking stallion back into step, how to polish the brass and tend the leather of a gentleman's coach until it shone. His parents drilled into him a simple creed: be respectable, keep work honest, carry the family name without shame. Liam took that creed to heart, but he also fancied himself a tough man. When the world beyond the stable gate proved less polite than the manor house, he answered with scrapes, brawls, and a quick temper that had been honed on muddy streets and in smoky taverns. He learned to wear respectability like a coat and to tuck a knuckled fist beneath it when trouble came; handling danger, somehow, came naturally to him.
The road taught him other lessons no parish school could. Night rides brought whispers—lights between hedgerows that were not lanterns, children who smiled too long in the dusk—so he learned to see what others did not, to recognize when a chill meant more than wind. Practicality followed instinct: he taught himself to pick a stubborn lock with a hairpin, to steady a pistol at surprising distances, and to use his hands for more than mending harness—fist, cuff, and palm became tools as reliable as rope. Those talents made him useful to travelers with money and secrets, and dangerous to the wrong sort of curiosity. Liam walks a line between polish and raggedness, a man who keeps a spotless coach by day and watches for shadows by night, still trying to make his parents proud while knowing how quickly pride can be paid for in blood.
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