Born:  Killian Connor McCree

Birthdate:  May 1668

Embraced:  December 1693

Birthplace:  Ireland

Race:  Kindred

Clan:  Gangrel

Generation:  9th

Physical description: 6'2", 195 lbs; amber brown eyes; dark blonde hair which is kept cut short and seems permanently mussed; typically wears the kind of casual clothing that allows him to blend in with the less-than-desireables of society.
"I am neither good, nor bad, neither angel nor devil, I am a man, I am a vampire."  ~ Michael Romkey (I, Vampire) ~
History:
Killian was born and raised in a small village in Ireland. He came from a poor but loving family. Life was good but he always found himself wanting more. That opportunity came when a traveler happened upon their village one night. It didn't take long for her to take notice of the handsome lad. That interest was enough to keep her coming back for regular visits in the hopes of winning his trust. A month later, he was brought across to a world that would open more doors to opportunity than he could have ever dreamed of.

Like most Gangrel, once she'd sired her childe, she left him to fend for himself. It was a decision that would cost him the lives of his parents, siblings and a number of villagers in a single night. His bloodlust was an animal out of control. As dawn loomed on the horizon, he quickly learned the benefit of going to ground for both protection and rest.

When he rose the next night, he began his travels towards the coast. His goal was to take the first ship he found and go wherever the waves guided the vessel. The ship he eventually boarded was bound for the New World. He made it to the new land and the vessel was free of vermin as well as short several passengers. But he made it.

Time allowed him to harness the gifts he'd garnered with his Embrace. It was those formidable years that shaped him into the man... the vampire... he is now.
One of these I might let you have the wildest ride of your life in and the other will get you your very own, privately issued, death warrant just for  thinking you'd get a chance at it.
Go ahead... take your pick which, if you feel like a lucky son of a bitch.
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