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: Remarkably old for L.A., a real elder even, 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 old kook is a favourite eccentric uncle of sorts.

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.
Where is the #$&!% piano?! -- Jack looks for pianos in places he can visit to play.

Contacts

Calla - A wee bit of girl to make such a fuss.