Rick Baron
"Shiny. Let's be bad guys."
Rick Baron was dealt nothing but a losing hand from the start. His mother died only hours after he was born. His dad crawled into the bottle and never came back. But at least when he was blackout drunk, he wasn't beating Rick. Those fleeting hours of quiet was the only peace young Rick got to know.
At 16, Rick finally stood up to his dad and beat him within an inch of his life. He turned his back on his home and moved in with his Uncle Don. It was from him that Rick learned all he knows about working on engines. At 18, he took his skills and joined the Army, just in time to ship out to Kuwait for Desert Storm.
After being dishonorably discharged for assaulting some of the locals, Rick returned to the States. Uncle Don died not long after, leaving Rick his Harley Davidson bike and a little cash. Without any real plan, Rick started riding. He spent years in and out of jail while spending his free time getting drunk and chasing skirts.
But eventually he met Saint. What started as a chance encounter grew into something more as Saint fed him her vitae and made Rick her ghoul. After spending some time working to pay off a boon she owned one of the Gangrel elders, Rick finally made his way to LA. With the money from his inheritance, he's bought a small warehouse in downtown LA and refurbished it into a machine shop. Now, the next chapter of his story begins.
- Ride or Die - Rick is a lifelong biker. Though he does not belong to any MCs, he's often found riding his Harley Davidson around town. If you're into bikes and the people who ride them, you might have something in common.
- Half-Damned - Rick has been Saint's ghoul for a few years now. He doesn't often deal with other Kindred, but he might be able to show a new ghoul a trick or two.
- Bad Boy - Even without the Blood, Rick has a hell of a temper. He also has a pretty lengthy rap sheet. If you're involved with either side of the law, you may have heard of him.
- Saint - Mine.
- Assamites - Long as you kin see 'em, you're okay. Soon as y' cain't... reckon yer jest straight fucked.
- Brujah - They's good folk, I reckon. 'least you know what yer gittin' with a Brujah.
- Followers of Set - I've heard some shit 'bout these fuckin' snakes.
- Giovanni - Yeah, sure, they see dead people. Big fuckin' deal. They's still a bunch o' stuck-up dickheads. And they fuck their sisters.
- Lasombra - They's as stuck up as Ventrue an' shady as Tremere, an' that's on top o' bein' vampire Hitlers. Fuck 'em.
- Malkavian - Malks? I mean, I don't mind 'em. Long as they's the silly bunny-ear wearin' kind. It's the quiet Malks that creep me out.
- Nosferatu - Sumbitch. No wonder they live in the sewer.
- Ravnos - Yeah, keep on talkin' Slick.
- Toreador - Yeah, sure, they got some real fuckin' hotties. Still ain't met a Torrie worth talkin' to though.
- Tremere - I swear t' fuckin' God, these shady fuckers n' their hoodoo.
- Tzimisce - What... the... fuck...
- Ventrue - Say, thar, feller, that sure is a mighty nice watch y' got thar. Help a veteran out?
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| Apparent Age | Late 40s |
| Sphere | Ghoul |
| Clan | Gangrel |
| Faction | Camarilla |
| Strength | 🔴🔴🔴🔴⚫️ |
| Stamina | 🔴🔴🔴🔴⚫️ |
| Brawl | 🔴🔴🔴🔴⚫️ |
| Streetwise | 🔴🔴🔴🔴⚫️ |
| Seduction | 🔴🔴🔴🔴⚫️ |
| Crafts | 🔴🔴🔴🔴⚫️ |
- "I should play GOD and just shoot you myself."
- "Gonna take your daughter out tonight."
- "I'll hide behind a smile and understanding eyes."
- "Dig, bury me underneath, everything that I am slowly changing."
- Badass Beard
- Badass Biker
- Cigar Chomper
- All Girls Want Bad Boys
- The Big Guy
- Hair-Trigger Temper
- Black and Gray Morality
