Tabbris

 He was born as Trevor Alastor, though he hasn't used that name in years.  

The third son, not much was expected of him. His brothers went to prestigious schools, and while Trevor did the same he quickly became known for getting involved in places that weren't exactly proper. He volunteered in clinics, engaged in protests, and rather than getting a degree in business or law, he started working toward a degree in Medicine.

Honorable, but not exactly something that was appropriate for the son of a 'Titan of Industry'. Thankfully, he could get away with a good deal, being just one step under 'the Spare'.

His noble nature and rebellion against greed had managed to garner the attention of a monster. He spent two years being watched, weighed, and measured--unknowingly--and three nights after his graduation from Harvard with his Bachelors in Pre-Med, he was disappeared from the world at large and brought under the heel--and into ghouldom--to the Salubri Warrior Jophiel.

Unlike the other two who were Jophiel's ghouls, who's entire purpose was to carry gear, see to comfort, and make sure that Jophiel was able to do his duty without hinderance, Trevor's purpose seemed to be to truly serve. The others were servants, but Trevor was a student. A 'Squire' of sorts, who was bade to attend Jophiel, to listen, and when they weren't with Jophiel's pack he was to learn. He was trained martially as well as somewhat politically, even if Jophiel abhorred politics, and when he turned twenty-five he was unceremoniously Embraced.

At his Release, Trevor took the name Tabbris. Named after the Angel of Free-Will, he was told to go off and find a worthy cause to champion, a worthy leader to follow, and to be a sword against those who'd attempt to kill him and those in his charge. There were so few of their Clan left anymore. They needed to make someone pay for that.

It's what found him in Washington D.C., keeping himself aloof from the Sabbat unless he was truly needed when he received word from his sire that there was someone in Baltimore that may be worthy of his service.

So without ceremony, he headed north.