Mikey Black
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: | Anarch |
| Social Class: | Neonate |
| Role: | Driver/Muscle |
PRIZED POSSESSION
THE TRANS AM
The Scourge (Dusted)
The Tax Man (Ignored)
Literally every Prince (Pending)
FAST LIVES. NO PULSE. SNOOGANS.
