Calvin "Cal" Marshall

Smooth-Talking Bartender

Description:

Organizations: Ashley’s

Clan: Daeva

Covenant: Unbound

Mental Attributes: Intelligence 2, Wits 3, Resolve 1

Physical Attributes: Strength 3, Dexterity 3, Stamina 2

Social Attributes: Presence 3, Manipulation 3, Composure 2

Mental Skills: Crafts 3 (mixology), Occult 1, Politics 1

Physical Skills: Athletics 3, Brawl 1, Stealth 1, Weaponry 2

Social: Empathy 1, Expression 1, Persuasion 4 (seduction), Socialize 2 (students), Streetwise 1, Subterfuge 2

Merits: Haven (size) 1, Mentor 2 (Katy), Allies 1 (sororities), Contacts 2 (Greek system, bars), Resources 1

Disciplines: Majesty 3

Willpower: 3

Humanity: 7

Virtue: Prudence

Vice: Lust

Initiative: 5

Defense: 3

Armor: 1/0 (leather jacket)

Speed: 11

Health: 7

Blood Potency: 1

Vitae: 7

Equipment: Switchblade (Size P, 0[L]), Cologne, Condoms, Bus Pass, Cell Phone

Bio:

Cal Marshall is a less-than-academic guy in an academic town. Don’t get him wrong, he’s no dunce. Cal’s got his GED and graduated with honors from high school, thank you very much (although that might have had a lot to do with his “after school sessions” with Ms. Hudson the math teacher). He grew up in Muskegon and headed to Ann Arbor because he had good memories from family vacations there to visit family. A natural dexterity was well applied as he bar-backed, and later bar-tended, for various student bars and watering holes around a city full of easy girls and cheap booze. Cal lived it up, spending 4 crazy years applying his natural charms and getting better and better at his job. He also kept in shape, using the University gym facilities and teaching himself self-defense (more than a few angry frat boy ex-boyfriends have wanted a ‘word’ with Cal). But his usual enjoyable routine changed just a few days after he turned 22, when a gentleman from out of town wanted more than just a word…

Now Cal’s Requiem moves to a rhythm all its own. Uncle (his sire) is about as dyed-in-the-wool Invictus as it gets, and more than a few Carthians have come beating down the door to tell him about the cause. And Cal isn’t apolitical, exactly, but he’s sharp enough to realize that being a contact is sometimes safer than pulling the strings. He keeps his ear to the ground for his “big sister”, Katy Greene, and once in a while his friends at the sororities (former ‘bed fellows’, mostly) tip him off to something that the Invictus hasn’t heard yet. Joining up with a covenant isn’t out of the picture completely, but Cal’s keeping his cards close to his chest while having a pretty good time. What was it someone said about (un)living well?

These days, Cal’s thinking more and more about getting a job elsewhere. Ashley’s has one hell of a classy ambiance, but it’s not exactly fertile hunting ground. Most kine that cater to Cal’s two particular peculiarities (Vitae and college-age women) tend to show up at bars that serve fruity drinks. Maybe big sis can get him a spot behind the bar at Charley’s…

Calvin "Cal" Marshall

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