Osgur Mac Leod
Osgur is an immortal. Though he knows many vampires, he is something else entirely - If his head comes away from his shoulders, he will die. He wields an ancient Katana, owns an antiques store that rarely sees any business with the help of a beautiful woman who is thoroughly in love with him, and constantly hones his skills as a duellist in preparation for the inevitable Gathering. As such, he sells his services as an enforcer to vampires, who are willing to pay for his unique skills.
Of course, in times of stress, Osgur's Scottish brogue gives way to an accent vaguely reminiscent of the Pacific North-West of North America. There are even slanderous rumors (that he doesn't deign to acknowledge) that some mortal named Oscar Bennett was a production assistant on some modern fantasy entertainment. None of this bothers Osgur: He is the epitome of poise and refinement. He is the 16th century scion of Clan MacLeod. Now, if only those damned werewolves would let him alone when he visits Loch Shiel.
Jibes about his nocturnal habits and his occasional sanguinary excesses don't seem to register: His association with Vampires necessitates a somewhat nocturnal lifestyle. Besides, he runs a business during the day, and no vampire could possibly prove that wrong.
Appearance: Osgur is tall, lean and athletic, in a slightly gangly sort of way. His black hair hangs to his shoulder blades, and shows signs of regular and intense preeining. He wears an eclectic assortment of expensive menswear, always with a pristine duster hiding his Katana - an ancient heirloom that was a gift from his first father-in-law.
