Qwedlow

Clan	Malkavian
Position	None
Status	1
Domain	Columbus, OH
Coterie	Gunn Clan
Society	{{{Society}}}
Path	Humanity 000
Player	[mailto:qwedlow@gmail.com Qwedlow

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Overview

[1]

Alias(es):
None

Real Name: Qwedlow

Apparent Age: Maybe late twenties

Concept: precognizan

Physical description: Poor fellow has a slight hunchback and lacks common skills (pitiable merit), but draws the ears of others with his humble demeanor (enchanting voice merit). Typically wears a simple open southwestern poncho, and a well-made, authentic kilt.

Detailed Status:

Acknowledged - Baron Marcus Verus, Clan Ventrue

Known History

Little is known of this man of exception. Arriving during the winter months of 2014, this poor fellow seemed to look as though the slums had lost their mascot. The first few nights into the city, Qwedlow simply sat and cut out stars from fabric while others inquired his appearance and purpose to the city. Keeping to himself, his guidance was less than notable except to a few that were unaware. Only during an evening of uncertainty and what was considered poor choices, Qwedlow ran from an ambush only to be struck down in the open. Most considered it ignorance, but he claims it was the better of the other options.

Coterie

Having run with a pack of Gangrel for many years, he only mentions that he was their eyes and they protected his insight.

Allies

He has not mentioned any.

Enemies

The Inquisition, The Sabbat, The Church… they are all the same.

Sire

His sire was killed by the Garou.

Childer

None

Broodmates

None

Character Inspirations

Griffin (Men In Black 3)

[2]

Hunchback of Notre Dame

Quotes

“That would just be silly.”

Rumors

Qwedlow is dangerous with scissors.

After only a few weeks in town, Archon Valetine requested of his services.

Qwedlow is actually an Elder trying to relive through the current timeline.

Qwedlow is a neonate that needs guidance.

Qwedlow is much more enjoyable to be around when he’s not here.

He’s creepy.

Qwedlow killed a small pack of Sabbat when he arrived in New York city.

Qwedlow likes to sulk in corners.

What's really under that kilt.