# Vandal Voss
### Overview
A man of no consequence.
Voss entered into the night with no memory of who, or what, he once was. Alone in the darkness with no one to guide him, existence was a struggle from the start. He has survived by skulking, watching, and making as few waves as possible. He is rarely of interest to anyone, generally left to watch the night in solitude.
Ever the observer, he has seen more than he cares to share. Perhaps more than even he knows.
Willpower
11100 00000
00000 00000
Blood Pool
11100 00000
11111 11111
Acute Sense (Hearing)
Physical
1
Deceptive Aura
Supernatural
1
Friend of the Underground
Social
3
Open Road
Social
2
Sanctity
Social
2
Tic/Twitch (Tapping in Threes)
Physical
1
Freebies:
Merits: 13
Obfuscate: 7
Exp:
Obfuscate: 18
Auspex: 6
Animalism: 10
Gear (Carried)
A folding lawn chair
A pocket knife
A crazy straw
Feeding Grounds
Havens
Small, Unnamed Soup Kitchen
Equipment (Owned)
Vehicles
Other
commissioned from my dear friend, Abbi
With smooth skin and an active body in spite of his steely hair, Voss appears almost timeless (in a very mundane way).
An average man of average height, down on his luck. Neither handsome enough nor ugly enough to be paid a second glance to. He dresses the same way, walks the same path, and sits in the same chair, every night.
He is polite enough not to offend. He is distant enough not to intrude.
Rare is the one that sees him. Rarer still is the one that remembers him.
When it comes to fight or flight, he is a fightless bird. Confronted with violence, he flees into the shadows every time, even skulking into the sewers with the rest of Baltimore's rats.
Another weakling. Another insignificant coward. Not even worth hunting.
Voss couldn't tell you when he first became.... himself.
The first decade or so was a blur; frantic hiding and scrambling, gleaning what information he could by eavesdropping on other denizens of the night. But by the turn of the second, he'd become fairly adept at navigating the darkness of the city, building amicable relations with those in the underground and establishing himself as a non-threat to the community at large.
Voss built up a positive reputation with the local homeless, using them both as a source of food and camouflage. He has maintained a symbiotic relationship, providing those in his circle with food, blankets, and other necessities he swipes.
He has since wandered freely, keeping out of the way while watching the goings-on. Little has been accomplished in decades, beyond the honing of his senses and skills. Rarely does he involve himself in anything, unless requested or pressured by those he cannot refuse.