Rapscallion is, has become and has been a great many things...

Demonic Monstrosity, Harmless Information Broker, Former Camarilla Primogen of the New Bremen Brood, Soft Hearted Caregiver, Nosferatu Martyr, Camarilla Traitor for the Sabbat, Heartless Rogue, BroodSpeaker of New Bremen, Dashing Lover of Many, Cunning Manipulator and Conniver, Sabbat Traitor for the Camarilla, Visionary of the Clan, Noble Gentleman, Dangerous Elder of the City's Kindred and even, on more than one reported occasion, Destroyed Pile of Ash.

... all of them true... or so the rumors say... maybe... no one really knows the truth accept the Stickman himself and perhaps not even that any longer.

A new rumor has begun with his return to the Kindred, a new enigma to envelope the Stickman in a new city, a loss of memory and past from NB, the emergence of a new Rapscallion in Puerto Nostra, developing from being stranded with no memories of his own Kindred past. Is he doomed to repeat his mistakes, will his mind heal and let loose a flood of old memories sometime or will they be forever locked away from him, will this new Rapscallion be different and if so, in what way or is it all just another of the nightly games played by all the Kindred.

He is a true brethren child of the House of Secrets.

Description

He is a tall lanky stickman of a demon, more 'horrific ugly' instead of the 'revolting ugly' that tends to be the stereotypical Nosferatu. His face is constantly pinched into a visage of rage, but his soft blue eyes portray a calm harmless soul within. He is covered in a tight sheeth of smooth reptilian skin. A large jagged scar runs down his face and through his right eye. He keeps himself clean, an unusual trait, and smells faintly of mint. He wears clean dark jeans, a black T-shirt and a large black leather trench coat that flows around and conceals his thin frame. A deep hood sits perched about his head, a safeguard against breaking the Masquerade if for some reason the illusion of his mask fails. An exquisite silver ring adorns his left hand. Lately he has begun to wear a small pair of silver rimmed dark shades over his eyes, which have been seen every now and then to be pure black orbs of void instead of their usual soft blue. Most often he can be found relaxing out of the way, absently listening to those around him while he types away on his pocket PDA or scribbles lyrics on a notepad.

Windows of the Soul

A unique flaw (Worth 2 Points) that is found only within the bloodline of Rapscallion. His childer (all of whom are now ash) all possessed this flaw and any future childer will most likely share it as well. When angered, hungry, lustful, empassioned or any other time the beast begins to be roused, the eyes begin to darken. The more the beast awakens, the darker the eyes become until they are orbs of complete darkness and frenzy is upon Rapscallion. For Rapscallion, this darkness manifests as an inky liquid effect, swirling within his eyes until completely clouding them in black, however his childer manifested this effect in various ways. This effect cannot be hidden by the mask, though simple shades work well enough.

Just Joe

A veteran Street Bum who has been scrounging a living off the streets for years. Joe knows how to keep himself out of trouble, has mastered the homeless person's art of going unnoticed in plain sight and is in contact with a wide range of street folk on a regular bases. He is not adverse to giving the "stickman" some information and help, especially if it will earn him some comfort from the harshness of the streets.

William Nash

Private Detective, usefull in the sharing of general investigative information, knows Raps as Ryan Parker and believes him to be a small time struggling private Detective.

Stevie “Slush" Danbert

Young Hacker Prodigy, trading of network information for information requiring a more real world presence, knows Raps as "Mr. Shadow", they communicate through codes and "safe" meetings arranged by the paranoid X-Files fanatic.

Flick Montana

Black Market Fence, trading of BM information for the acquisition and distribution of certain “street goods”, knows Raps as Vincent, thinks Vinn is heading up a small group of street urchin thieves, strictly low key and harmless, but useful.

Liam Shepherd

Local Beat Cop working the graveyard shift, Liam and Ryan Parker trade stories and info over donuts and coffee (Ryan picks up the tab naturally) every so often. It is good to have such a concerned citizen helping the local PD keep the neighborhood safe.

Fall of Rapscallion . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Rapscallion's Final Lesson