Bobby Butchers
Overview
Vampires are relics, dusty old sods belonging to dusty old fraternities - at least, so says Bobby Butchers. He doesn't care for all that crap, because it's all a bit dodgy, isn't it? Even the Carthians can't stop clinging to ideals from the 17th century, John Locke and all that. Bobby makes every effort to maintain modernity. He's not afraid of the telly, of cell phones, or iPods and the Internet.
Bobby's been dead for about 50 years, but he doesn't like to think of himself as coming from such a bygone era. (Of course, by Kindred standards, coming from the 1950s makes him young, but not young enough for his own prejudices.) That life, the one where he grew up poor in Hackney, got middling grades and ended up a petty thief, well - he'd rather not think about that. Or talk about it. No, Bobby prefers to keep an eye toward the future - his future, really, the one where he makes a lot of money, had access to easy blood, and enjoys a comfortable Requiem with all the luxuries afforded to modern man.
To facilitate this desire, Bobby had set himself up as something of an information broker. He doesn't trade in stolen goods, dusty boos or weapons. He only trades information. Bobby had positioned himself in the center of a particularly impressive web; when one of the strands twitches, he's there to find out why. Part of how Bobby accomplishes this is that he has found a way to tap into the CCTV network that monitors much of London. Cameras are everywhere, after all, and having access to the video feeds give a man a great deal of power, provided he knows what he seeks. Whatever he finds goes into one of his infamous "black books" that he talks about - everybody assumes he literally contains all the secrets and data in black notebooks. What they perhaps don't realize is that Bobby keeps all his information on dozens of black USB data storage devices, able to be plugged into any computer and - with the right decryption key - accessed for quick information.
This makes Bobby valuable to much of London's supernatural population. He maintains files on everyone, including the werewolves. While this leavers Bobby surprisingly well-connected (there's not a name or a face he doesn't know, from werewolves such as Late Vengeance to bloodsuckers such as Ace the Face and Plymouth Dicky), it doesn't grant him many friends. This stings Bobby from time to time, but he has grown to accept it as an unfortunate part of the plan.
Bobby Butchers dresses to the nines in casual black suits and spit-polished Docs. He's thin and reedy, offering a wide mouth with a number of crooked teeth. His habit of smirking and winking seem to make others, including Kindred, somewhat wary.
Stats
Clan: Mekhet
Covenant: Independent
Embrace: 1954
Apparent Age: Late 30s
Mental Attributes: Intelligence 3, Wits 3, Resolve 2
Physical Attributes: Strength 2, Dexterity 3, Stamina 2
Social Attributes: Presence 3, Manipulation 4, Composure 3
Mental Skills: Computer 3 (Jury-Rig), Investigation 3 (Minor Details), Occult 2, Politics 1
Physical Skills: Brawl 1, Larceny 2, Stealth 2
Social Skills: Empathy 1, Intimidation 2, Persuasion 3, Socialize 2, Streetwise 3, Subterfuge 3 (Improvised Deception)
Merits: Allies (Police) 2, Allies (Criminal Underworld) 3, Barfly, Danger Sense, Herd 2, Resources 3
Willpower: 5
Humanity: 7
Virtue: Prudence
Vice: Envy
Health: 7
Initiative: 6
Defense: 3
Speed: 10
Blood Potency: 2
Disciplines: Auspex 3, Dominate 1, Obfuscate 3
Vitae/Per Turn: 11/1
References
- CofD: Shadows of the UK, p. 125-126
