Name:Martin Pope Tradition: Orphan (formerly Hollow One)

Physical : Strength (3) Dexterity (2) Stamina (4)

Social: Charisma (3) Manipulation (1) Appearance (1)

Mental: Perception (3) Intelligence (5) Wits (3)

Character: Nature-Rebel Demeanor-Curmudgeon Essence-Questing

Talents:Alertness(4) Awareness(3) Brawl(4,improvised weapons) Dodge(3) Intuiton(2) Streetwise(3) Expression(3) Carousing (6) Scrounging(5) Sense deception(3) Fortune telling(2)

Skills:Drive(2) Firearms(2) Melee(2) Survival(2) Meditation(1) Technology(3) Haggling(4)Fast draw(3) Lock picking(3) Police proceedure(2) sleight of hand (2) Repair(3)

Knowledge:Area Knowledge (3) Cosmology(3) Occult(4) Linguistics(1,spanish) Medicine(1) Astrology(3) Kindred lore(3)Spirit lore(2) Sabbat lore(2)

Backgrounds: Arcane(2) Avatar(2) Dream(2) Familiar(3) Library(4) Node(2) Resources(4) Sanctum(3) Contacts(4)

Arete:5 Willpower:8

Merits:Acute smell, Mechanical apptitude, Reputation, Underworld ties, black market ties(3) entertainment ties. Huge size

Flaws:Compulsion(loves to haggle) Soft hearted,Hatred(cops), bad sight,

Quintessence:( ) ( ) Paradox:
Correspondence:3 Life:2- Ritual cleansing Prime:3-(pocketknife*) Entropy:2-(loaded dice) Mind:2 Forces:3-(weapon) Matter:3 (toolbox or workbench) Time:4

Equipment: Rarely carries more on his person than his pocketknife(a unique focus), his cell phone and little else. Has a sawed off shotgun and a baseball bat that he can co-locate to hand at any time. His favorite possession is a chopped and channeled 74 Harley Softtail.

Other Notes:can speak and read spanish. His Familiar is a 3 dot housecat named Crowley.

Appearance: A tubby but not unmuscular man in his late forties with buzz cut short hair. (when it's fully grown it's red,curly,short and makes him look a little silly.) He has virtually no neck and the build of a linebacker.

Clothing Tendencies: Looks totally at home in jeans and a flannel shirt. When visiting the Afterlife he has a black turtleneck and a black leather jacket. Wears motorcycle boots. Favors a piar of black tinted lennon glasses that make him look smart.

Known to: many mages and even a vampire or two. Martin is known as one of those people who can get their hands on hard to find magickal materials.

Ongoing Projects:  Running his shop and trying to keep the damn kids from killing themselves and one another is a full time job.

Circle and Influence: Has contacts everywhere. Knows where he can lay his hands on fresh juniper root, an unopened urn of Ra'He'Ret and a scholar that can read aramaic at any given time. More to the point he has a reputation as a straight dealer. (which is good because he's a shit-poor liar unless it's ass saving time.)

House: The Eye of Osiris is both his shop and his home. He lives overhead in a large apartment. His Sanctum is in the basement

Library:Stowed in his sanctum. Contains only the most obscure texts (most of the more pedestrian works are upstairs in the shop.) The Library is fairly large and shows Martin's extremely eclectic wanderings on the magickal path.

Chantry:Les Innocents

Quintessence source:Possesses his own node. The Floor of his sanctum is actually a stone floor stolen from a greek temple in mykonos.

Magickal style :Seemingly he has custom built a paradigm for his own needs...but this is in keeping for him.

 Story:

Marty Pope was the newest and youngest rider with Satan's slaves in San Berdoo. He had been looking for a way out of that nine to five shit his dad was into for years. Marty saw a lot of things as he grew up. He met maruaders and nephandi out on the open road and was often busted by technofascists, but never held long. He used to have a verbena girlfriend named,get this, Samantha. and he partied with Ecstatic mages but he never seemed to fit in. Even in the motorcycle gang he was their resident intellectual and often when talk turned to magical matters, marty was capable of poking holes in anything ideological or religious. Another thing that chewed on his guts was that as an orphan, he had no political swing in the traditions. After reading Hunter S. thompson, Karl Marx, and Nietzche, that was a bitter pill to swallow. Later on he got involved with the creation of a new statement of Being.

The Hollow Ones. It was a movement of mage society that was to express the outrage and emptiness of maleable reality and it was to be a home for disaffected mages of all types.

Years later, when it became obvious that all the hollow ones wanted to do was party,pose and have meaningless sex while listening to Techno. It also became obvious to marty that anyone old and fat, that anyone who had actual thoughts or goals, and that anyone who secretly can't stand alternative music, was not wanted or welcome around the too cool hollow ones. Marty found himself disaffected by the group he help to create.

Marty is looking to find a paradigm all his own. But until that day he keeps a low profile at his shop. Marty can quote anything counterculture almost verbatim and holds a lot of Hollow one-like opinions, (he thought many of them up. They sure as hell don't think them up themselves.) But he also thinks that modern music died it's final death when the Eagles broke up. (" Ya damn fool! Hotel California is only the perfect statement of lost hope and Weltschmerz...")

About a year ago he got bagged by some Technocrats and did some time in Mecha until one of his friends came and busted him out. They shot his girl and tortured his apprentice, heck they even kicked his cat. Martin didn't like being alone so he drifted along until he wandered into the middle of a dust-up between some technocrats and the Les Innocents. Marty doesn't believe in coincidences and allthough he finds some of the Hollow stuff to be really tired, he sort of has appointed himself as their erstwhile protector. he doesn't want to fail them like he failed his girl and his apprentice.

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