Ricky Anderson

Description:




Name: Ricky “Renegade” Anderson
Player: CJ
Concept: Streetwise enforcer

Virtue: Fortitude
Vice: Wrath
Chronicle: Shadows of Boston

Regnant’s Clan: Gangrel
Regnant’s Bloodline: Bruja
Regnant’s Covenant: Circle of the Crone
Intelligence: ••
Wits: ••
Resolve: •••
Strength: ••
Dexterity: •••
Stamina: •••
Presence: •••
Manipulation: ••
Composure: •••
Mental (-3 unskilled)
Academics_______ooooo
Computers_______ooooo
Crafts_______________•••oo
Investigation______ooooo
Medicine____________ oooo
Occult _________ ooooo
Politics_________ooooo
Science_________ooooo
Physical (-1 unskilled)
Athletics____________oooo
Brawl_______________•••oo
Drive_______________••ooo
Firearms____________••ooo
Larceny ____________ oooo
Stealth______________••ooo
Survival_____________oooo
Weaponry _______ ooooo
Social (-1 unskilled)
Animal Ken _____ ooooo
Empathy_______ooooo
Expression______ooooo
Intimidation________•••oo
Persuasion _________••ooo
Socialize ___________oooo
Streetwise__________••ooo
Subterfuge__________•••oo
Disciplines
Protean
Resilience

Regnant:
Roxy Riggs

Duties
Providing income
Assisting in Cruac rituals
Backup for Hound missions
Merits
Allies (bikers)
Contacts (street) ••
Haven ••
Resources
Stunt Driver ••
________

Flaws
Addiction (alcohol)


Health
••••••••oo

Willpower
•••••ooooo

Morality
•••••ooooo

Bio:

Man, when did my life get so crazy. I remember when things were simpler, where I didn’t need to think who it was I was pointing my gun at. Like high school, ah, now there was a fun time. If there was someone who wronged me I’d kick the shit out of them, if there was someone who trashed one of my pals (what few I had back then) I beat the crap out of them, and hell, even if I just didn’t like them I’d leave them a broken mess. But all good things must come to an end. Eventually I got caught, and the judge being the ass that he was gave me two options, I go to juvy till I turn 18 then straight to prison, or I attempt to turn my life around by joining the military. Honestly, now I’m beginning to think juvy wouldn’t have been so bad, beside I eventually made it to the prison anyways. Regardless, I made my choice I spent the next year and a half running drills and learning to fire a gun. Poor choice on there part, or at least on the part of the drill instructor who kept derailing me and pushing me in the dirt when I wasn’t going fast enough for him. Hehe, I still have the scar on my knuckles from when I punched him right in the mouth. And so my short service in the military did end and my next few years in the state penitentiary began. There ended up making nice with some of the inmates who told me about that bike gang they were apart of. After a few years I was out of there and searched out there gang. Then after a few words about there buds still in the pen and a few beers I had found my new home. And so it was for a good few years, the open road, the fights, and the beer, ah, such good times. And then I met her. She only said three words to me, “The name’s Roxy.” But that was all it took for me to see where this new road would take me.

Ricky Anderson

Shadows of Boston Zenace