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Mikey’s life started in **Small Town, USA**, but he checked out early. Dropped out in the late 90s because high school was for people who didn't like breaking shit or stealing things. By '99, he was just a 20-year-old hooligan looking for a good time. | Mikey’s life started in **Small Town, USA**, but he checked out early. Dropped out in the late 90s because high school was for people who didn't like breaking shit or stealing things. By '99, he was just a 20-year-old hooligan looking for a good time. | ||
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Then he had a random hook-up that went south. Instead of a phone number, he got a **lethal sun allergy** and a weird habit of not needing to breathe. | Then he had a random hook-up that went south. Instead of a phone number, he got a **lethal sun allergy** and a weird habit of not needing to breathe. | ||
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He almost got "Justiced" by a pack of **Asshole Vampires** (Camarilla types, usually), but got lucky. He fell in with a group of **Slightly-Less-Asshole Vampires** (The Anarchs) in Martinsburg. Between the "Assholes" and the **"Even Bigger Asshole Vampires"** (The Sabbat), Mikey was a high-gen, know-nothing Caitiff who should've been dusted in a week. | He almost got "Justiced" by a pack of **Asshole Vampires** (Camarilla types, usually), but got lucky. He fell in with a group of **Slightly-Less-Asshole Vampires** (The Anarchs) in Martinsburg. Between the "Assholes" and the **"Even Bigger Asshole Vampires"** (The Sabbat), Mikey was a high-gen, know-nothing Caitiff who should've been dusted in a week. | ||
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<span style="color: #ff0000; font-weight: bold;">Somehow, the loudmouth lived.</span> Now he spends his nights under a hood, on the track, or putting lead into anyone dumb enough to mess with his crew. | <span style="color: #ff0000; font-weight: bold;">Somehow, the loudmouth lived.</span> Now he spends his nights under a hood, on the track, or putting lead into anyone dumb enough to mess with his crew. | ||
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Revision as of 17:53, 23 February 2026
MIKEY BLACK
CAITIFF. GEARHEAD. SURVIVOR.
THE TRUTH (IN SHORT)
Mikey’s life started in **Small Town, USA**, but he checked out early. Dropped out in the late 90s because high school was for people who didn't like breaking shit or stealing things. By '99, he was just a 20-year-old hooligan looking for a good time.
Then he had a random hook-up that went south. Instead of a phone number, he got a **lethal sun allergy** and a weird habit of not needing to breathe.
He almost got "Justiced" by a pack of **Asshole Vampires** (Camarilla types, usually), but got lucky. He fell in with a group of **Slightly-Less-Asshole Vampires** (The Anarchs) in Martinsburg. Between the "Assholes" and the **"Even Bigger Asshole Vampires"** (The Sabbat), Mikey was a high-gen, know-nothing Caitiff who should've been dusted in a week.
Somehow, the loudmouth lived. Now he spends his nights under a hood, on the track, or putting lead into anyone dumb enough to mess with his crew.
MIKEY'S RULES OF THE ROAD
- Don't Talk Politics: It’s all bullshit. Princes, Barons... same flavor, different wrapper.
- Respect the Machine: A Trans Am won't betray you. People will.
- Shoot First: Ask questions later. Or don't. Who cares?
STREET CRED
| Status: | Outcast |
| Sect: | None/Anarch |
| Generation: | Thin as Water |
| Role: | Driver/Muscle |
PRIZED POSSESSION
THE TRANS AM
The Scourge (Dusted)
The Tax Man (Ignored)
Literally every 'Prince' (Pending)
FAST LIVES. NO PULSE. SNOOGANS.
