Jack Scar

Come all you ladies gay, who delight in sailor's joy, come listen while I sing to you a song.
When Jack Tar he comes on shore, with his gold and silver in store, there's no-one can get rid of it so soon.

Biography

To most: Some homeless type. Not the panhandling kind. The crazy drunk who tries to talk to you kind. But at least he doesn't smell bad.

To homeless people: Nice guy. Nobody can figure out what he's talking about half the time, but he's always got a bottle to share, or drugs even. And, like, oranges and sometimes sandwiches. He gets a little cuddly when he's wasted but he don't hurt nobody.

To Kindred: A Malkavian who's known on the east coast and western Europe, most recently Brussels. It's said that back east anybody who's anybody knows somebody who thinks the kook is a favourite eccentric uncle of sorts, and that he's, like, old. If anything's said at all, that is. Few L.A. licks have any way to ask, or much reason to do the asking.

RP Hooks

Music -- he likes live music and turns up for cheap shows and local bands.
Anarchy -- some sort of labour-movement anarcho-syndicalist.
Beaches -- lurking on 'em at night.
Drugs -- Using, not selling. Sharing, too.
Where is the #$&!% piano?! -- Jack looks for pianos in places he can visit to play.
Libertas Collective -- he hangs out there sometimes and gives free music lessons. The trouble is, you never know what nights he'll show up.

Contacts

Aisling - Me dear. Me neice.