Player: Dragoon
General Information
Generation: 12th
Clan: Ventrue
Predator Type: Extortionist
Concept: Behind the scenes CEO
Date of Birth: Actual Age:
Date of Death: Apparent Age: 29
Note: dates of birth, death, and actual age will only be added when the party finds out, or if the campaign ends, or the character dies.
Disciplines
To be added.
Background
Born to parents already fat from the profits of the just beginning World War 2, Brett Moran never had to struggle a day in his life. His birth was marked as a modern miracle by his parents — Owen and Katherine — who believed that his mother was barren. His family owned a couple of firearm manufacturing plants within the greater Boston area, supplying the Allied forces with American firepower throughout WW2, and modernizing as needed whenever the Cold War began.
Brett went to private schools lived in a large, comfortable house. Comfortable to Brett meaning with 4 bedrooms and 3 bathrooms with all the possible amenities. It was this upbringing that made the young Brett a narcissist rivaling even the other private school prats. His grades were passable, his conduct was fine enough in the eyes of teachers, but his real skills were in being able to get people to do what he wanted.
Throughout his high-school years, Brett used his natural domineering attitude and manipulative charm to run a small alcohol smuggling business within the halls of his school. He supplied the changing culture of baby-boom babies with plenty of vices. He never ended up getting caught, and graduated his class with a completely clean record.
After graduation, Brett’s parents sent him to Harvard Business School, where he earned a Masters in Business Administration and given a job managing the family’s finances. Of course, Brett being himself skimmed the fat from his family’s businesses. He always kept a little more each year for himself, eventually getting enough to move out of the family house and into an apartment in New York City.
In 1969 during the final day of Woodstock Music and Arts Fair, Brett met a woman who called her self Helena Baxter. She had promised him sex and ‘the gift of a lifetime’ during the encore of Johnny Winter. They met together in a secluded spot, and during a make-out session, Brett was bitten on the neck and drained of his blood.
Helena Baxter had known about Brett for a long time. She had been stalking him and making sure he would be a good fit for clan Ventrue. His lineage was pure, he was well connected, he was financially well off, and most of all he was already an iron-fisted asshole. She had gotten permission from the Prince of NYC and one of Helena’s grandsires, Michaela.
The Embrace happened behind a tent. Then Brett was taken away from that ranch in Bethel and taken back to his apartment in NYC. This time in a coffin.
Brett took to undeath like a baby to a tit, serving as an exceptional Fledgeling for the at the time crippled Camarilla of New York City. His connections in mortal life allowed him to take hold of several fake identities. However in 1983, Brett was forced out of New York by a Sabbat raid of his sire’s Haven. Gaining contact with Prince Michaela, she instructed him to seek asylum within the Camarilla of Cleveland, Ohio.
Gathering his personal affects and “liquidating his assets”, Brett set off for Ohio in the back of a moving van. He took to the booming city quickly, getting himself set up with the Prince’s blessing and reestablishing his business within the city. By that, it means he Dominated an unwitting majority owner of a finance firm within the city and forced him to hand over all assets to Moran and his network of “associates”. These associates are not real people, but rather a Mask of several rotating people who are claimed as “majority owners” within Brett’s company, Florence Finance Solutions.