You were building a stable practice as a private detective, when some creepy dude busted you up on your latest stakeout and threw you into the trunk of his car. Literally. When the trunk opened a few hours later, your broken ribs and collarbone were so painful you passed out twice. The creepy dude gingerly lifted you out of the trunk, and said he could make things right if you worked for him exclusively. Then, he forced open your jaws and bled into your mouth. The pain you felt was eclipsed by the taste of his blood. You hungered for more, desperate for that sweet drink, despite knowing this was an act of evil, of your damnation.

Turns out, the creepy guy had enemies. Some even creepier dudes were after him, and he was trying to defend himself any way he could. That’s why he needed you. You did what you could to help your master in exchange for his blood, which was a lot — until he was staked right in front of your eyes. Then, against all reason...they didn’t kill you. Instead, they confirmed what you had long suspected: that your “friend” was a vampire. Then, your mysterious rescuers set you free, warning you to leave town and keep a low profile.

Ever since that fateful night, however, you could not forget the taste of vampiric blood. You ignored the advice of your unlikely saviors, and you stalked the streets at night, searching for evidence of vampires — any vampires — until you found one feeding off a vagrant in an alleyway. Instead of running away or calling the police, you waited until she was fed and promised to run errands for her in exchange for her blood and a little cash. You told her your terms, that you didn’t want to be loyal to anyone in particular, and prayed she wouldn’t kill you. To your surprise, she didn’t. Now, you have a list of clients you serve.

Of course, you realize all too well the kind of line you’re walking. If you know too little, you’re no good to anybody,

and your clients will dry right up. If you know too much, on the other hand, this crazy new life you’re enjoying might end quicker than you think.

Image: He is a trim, black man in his mid-20s who lives in Munich. He does his best to avoid looking like a detective to blend in with other folk, because it puts people at ease. He’ll often wear a pair of jeans and a T-shirt; nobody thinks twice about a college kid, anyway. He carries a fancy smartphone, notebook, and camera with him wherever he goes. He has a few outfits he stashes in the trunk of his car. After all, he never knows when he’ll need to blend into the crowd or, on occasion, stand out and impress his clients.

Roleplaying Hints: You know you’re into something deep, dark, and dangerous, something that’ll get you killed if you’re not careful. So, you’re always careful. You’ve got the right tools, connections, and backup plans just in case your life takes a disastrous turn. You do your best to be prepared for anything, but the crowd you run with now is way, way out of your league and you know it. You have an apartment, but you live out of your car most nights. When you’re not investigating a case, you spend your time on the internet. Though half the time, you can’t remember why...

Clan/Family: None

Nature: Conniver

Demeanor: Soldier

Concept: Private Eye