Dean

Dean Moriarti "“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.” " - Jack Kerouac

Clan: Toreador Apparent Age: 24 True Age: 150 Hometown: New York City Sect: Camarilla Stats Appearance Fae: Dexterity Charisma Awareness Athletics Melee Survival Brawl Leadership Science Medicine Title Dross Resources Willpower Glamour Banality Dean/Gifts Dean/Soundtrack

Errant Knight of the Fae Date of Birth: June 18th, 1992 Place of Birth: Portland, Maine Hair Color: Blonde Eye Color: Green Ethnicity: Caucasion Seelie Legacy: Troubadour Unseelie Legacy: Savage Court: Seelie Title: Knight House: Fiona Name: Sir Andreal ap Fiona Seeming: Wilder Portland He was born and raised in Portland, Maine. His family run one of the largest logging companies in America, and he grew up with quiet a bit of money. He's so ashamed of his family that he changed his name from Jonathon Flaherty to Dean Moriarti, a name he took from the novel 'On The Road.' San Francisco His family sent him to a prestigious private school in San Francisco, which is where he went through his Chrysalis. He ended up in service to a Baroness of House Fiona out there. By fifteen he was a member of her Honor Guard, and he proved efficient with his blade. However, his true skill lay in his knowledge of the wild, and he often acted as a scout and a harrier, sabotaging enemies through stealth and guile. The Road his Baroness fell to the Mists, eventually. When that happened he moved back to Portland, and briefly took a job in the office of his family. He left after a few weeks, though, and took to the road. He hiked from Maine to Prospect. He hitched, rode the rails, and wandered the wilderness. It took a few years in all, but he adored every moment, even the rough ones. Winged His previous incarnations have had wings for as far back as the scholars can tell. He has no idea why, as he has few memories of his past lives. Veronica Hatten - My great, great Aunt, and my Sire. She's jealous of me, I think. You made me, but you cannot hold me back. Samantha Hatten - Ah, Sam. My little sister in life, and my blood-sister in unlife. You always hated me for being the golden child, and now is no different...only with an additional 'e' on the end of child. Grow up. Make something of yourself. Opinions The Fair Folk "I adore a good story. These are good people. Ignore any talk of scandal." "A simple life isn't for me, but I respect the little folk. And damn can they cook." "My chimera are all Nocker forged, and they've saved my life countless times." "They can be fun traveling companions. While you can't always believe what they say, you can almost always trust them. One saved my life from a Nervosa outside of Denver." "Dangerous folks, and insanely good in a tussle." "Without getting too lewd, let's just say I'm a big fan of these folks." "As honorable as can be imagined, and as solid as rock. If you want someone to have your back, let it be a Troll." "Secrets are all well and good, but so is friendship."