Name: Callum Withers
Place of Birth: Seward Alaska, 1968
Age: 55
Place of Death: Vancouver, Canada
Apparent Age: 25
Height: 6' 6"
Weight: 265 lbs
Clan: Tzimsce
Appearance:
Callum is a very large and imposing man. His form strong and lightly muscled in a eye pleasing way. Standing at six and a half feet tall. He holds himself with a quite dignity. A noble sort of bearing. His eyes a vibrant emerald green. Though just a hint of coldness and darkness seems to lurk beneath them. He is a well kept man, his hair and neatly trimmed beard kept immaculate and well groomed. His hair long and usually falling freely to the centre of his back. At least when he has not put it up into a pony tail or braid to keep it out of the way. His chosen fashion is typically high society fashion, such as suits and other clothing.
Personality:
Callum tends to set others at unease. His smiles never quite reaching his cold green eyes. No matter how polite or friendly he may seem to be. Found to be rather calm no matter the situation, whether through fire or through fury. As is typical of most fiends, he too shares his clan's predilections, being quite vain in nature. Preferring to always keep a well kept and groomed appearance, even when he is doing manual or physical labour. So too does he still adhere to his clan's rules of Hospitality.
But beneath the thin veneer of politeness lies a terrible monster. One who does not hesitate to shed blood or rip his foes apart should they slight him. Or those that cross him in some manner, especially when politeness can no longer be maintained. And when in the throes of combat, his beast can be easily seen as he seems to take delight in the cruelty inflicted upon his enemies.
Background:
Callum came from an affluent family that had lived in Seward for generations. His family owning a small fleet of sea vessels. Though unlike his family, rather then taking to the seas, his interests took him to the wilderness around his home. The natural beauty that the scenery inspired in his hand and his mind. As well as the creatures that stalked the fjords and valleys that he shared with them. His future goals leading him to studying art and various crafts.
His desire for art soon took him towards Vancouver, where he attended an art course at an university. Where his talent continued to grow and expand. Even to methods and mediums he wasn't able to use at home. His creativeness was also his downfall, as it soon drew the eye of a discerning young woman. One who was looking for those of a creative nature, and those that were also pleasing to her eye. Who soon took him under her wing. His time becoming a flurry of art shows and fanciful displays of art. But soon it devolved to much darker acts. Though whether it was his inherent nature or her prodding, it was hard to say, but he fell hard as he began to dabble in things that was likely to wind him in jail or worse. His appetite growing as he followed her instruction as the deviancy grew with every night. Soon he was ready and she embraced him. Making him hers for eternity. As he seemed perfect for her.
For several years he learned from her and his grandsire. His talents aiding them in the various goals, as well as being an agent they could readily dispatch should they need the extra aid. One they could not trust to a lowly ghoul. Being a model Sabbat vampire. Fighting both the Camarilla and the Anarchs as the fiends fought for land they thought was rightfully theirs. Shedding blood and vitae in equal measure at his sire's bidding. He soon came to an understanding about his clan and sect. Their ways were destructive and deadly. They would eventually lead to them falling, either by their own hand due to infighting or to the hands of mortals. Their might could only do so much when compared to the ever forward advance of technology. To him it was not a matter of if but when that the Sabbat would meet their end.
So he took a great risk, breaking from his pack and his sires as he fled from the Sabbat footholds. Fleeing out of a sense of self preservation. Though he knew he was unlikely to get far he had to try. So he began the several year trek across the country. Meeting folks, bargaining with kindred, and working his way towards Savannah. Where he has finally managed to earn his way to potential safe harbour within the Camarilla. Or at least a foot in the door. Though he was sure it would likely take a while to prove that he wasn't a spy and that he was sincere in his desire to quit the Sabbat.
Enemies: Neculai Cojocaru and the Sabbat. Neculai sees Callum's defection as a stain upon his bloodline's honour. Being unsightly to him and his goals. And as such his childe and grandchilde have been tasked with finding Callum and bringing him to his grandsire. So that he may be dealt with in a personal way. Neculai has even moved to those agents within the Sabbat to do so as well.
Lupines. Being under his grandsire's thumb for a few decades caused him to come into conflict with the lupines that lived near the Carpathians Mountains. And due to the numerous conflicts with them has become known to them as an enemy. If not on sight, but at least by name.
Debt Owed: Callum owes a great debt to a tribe of gangrel. When he defected and moved back to the USA they sheltered and protected him from his grandsire's agents. Hding him and prevent his trail from being followed. Doing so at great risk to themselves. This is a debt he has been unable to payback as of yet. Though he is waiting to see how they will collect it from him.