From OKCbyNight

Melvon Bernard

Camarilla

Malkavian

A hunter and seeker. An investigator by childhood temperance. A thoughtful purveyor of the future, and one who can only believe in god because he has seen the children of the devil himself.

Appearances

It's mostly an older fellow. 36 years has much time to wither the body with fatigue and unrest. A 6 foot character, a scruff beard, normally, tussled hair, torn and weathered clothing, mostly stolen from convicts and criminals. Using the blood, he makes himself appear as a normal human 99% of the time, but the eyes never deceive his nature as a man of intent and piercing congruity. A shake of the hand, you know he's a bit frailer than most, a short talk shows his uptight police upbringing, and a quick game of chess shows his methods. Paranoia runs rampant through his words, his actions, the glances over the shoulder, the raw viciousness of his words with others, his aggressive nomenclatures, and non-stop pursuit of apparent justice. Yet only people seem offended by his very presence.

Ideology and mental strains

His mind is still there. some may not think it, but everyone has something to hold onto: a trinket, a bauble, a friend's advice, other Cainites. Melvon has the words of his son and granddaughter. A little tape encased in an extremely tough, titanium alloy recorder, he carries it on him, sometimes tucked into his dead flesh, sometimes his coat. A family man by nature, a protector of peace, a prospector of justice, he hunts down the demon blood like a templar in the crusades, like a bedraggled officer from decades past. His words are harsh and quick, but his goals are set and his mind is not short sighted. Fear that which the madness holds, for madness begets madness, and to understand such a mind brings only the eternal torment of the future.

The history of a Dark Angel"

Born and raised in Connecticut, he was orphaned at an early age. After being settled into the nearest foster home, he learned to leave behind his spoiled nature as he grew...