Percy Hammond

 Percy's life before his embrace was uneventful, he himself was unremarkable aside from his music. It was his one ambition, his one driving force. He taught himself how to play a number of instruments, however he held a special fondness for the acoustic guitar. One night he was playing in a dive bar when he noticed a peculiar man in a booth, he didn't seem to move a muscle the entire time Percy was on stage, they locked eyes and before he even understood what was happening, Percy found himself sitting across from the man in his booth. 

Percy wasn't sure if it was the man's eyes, or his voice that allured him so much but Percy felt almost drawn to him. After a short conversation the man offered to take Percy home, reluctantly he accepted, finding himself in the back of a limousine. Once inside, Percy once again locked eyes with the man and found himself falling into a trance of some sort. He felt compelled to please him, the man moved closer to Percy, fangs protruding from his mouth. Percy didn't fight back, he allowed himself to fall into his own feelings. It felt as if he was in a large bed, comfortable, he never felt more safe before his eyes glazed over and he fell unconscious.

He awoke in his apartment the next night, windows blacked out and a note on the bedside table that simply read "I'm sorry, but you will not see me again." He never learned the man's name, and he was angry for it. Over the course of the next few months, Percy had to learn the hard way what it meant to be kindred, he bled, but eventually he learned of his bloodline, his clan and the weight it held. Eventually the darker side of his personality began to show, he found himself frequenting that same club every night, looking for prey, but also using his new found abilities to his advantage. Gaining a fair bit of notoriety amongst the patrons. One particular patron took a liking to Percy, following him around after he would leave. Their name is X, and on one night, they found themself on the wrong end of a knife, bleeding out in an alleyway near the club. Percy only catching the muffled aches and groans of X bleeding out in the alley. Percy, out of either mercy or pity decided to feed X his blood. Making X a ghoul and exposing them to what goes bump in the night.  With his frequent use of his favorite club, Percy sought audience with the Prince of Baltimore to allow him to use it as his own domain. Prince William agreed with no conditions due to the buildings size. Percy now spends his nights in his domain, hunting and treasuring how beautiful the atmosphere is to him.