Victor Wolf

 Victor was born appropriately enough on the same day as the Dow Jones Industrial Average. Though by his meager upbringing and family farm in Pennsylvania you would never know it.

Victor's youth was spent nearly almost entirely on his family's farm except for school and the occasional dance or fair in town. And despite his humble lot in life managed to catch the eye of a few of the marriage minded ladies. One of whom finally became the girl he would propose to, Lillian Moseby. But before they could marry, Victor was called to fight for his country just before his 21st birthday. He'd never been more than 20 miles away from home, and within the span of a day found himself on both a train and then a ship headed across the ocean to Europe. 

War was hell. Victor saw and heard things even slaughtering animals hadn't prepared him for. But he also saw beautiful things. And he felt it only fair to take some of those things given what he had been through.

Victor's journey home took him through the city of Manhattan. Never in his life had he even imagined such a glorious place. There was even a building 60 stories tall, it made him dizzy just to look up at it. He found out all of the most well known and well-to-do people were involved in business and something called the stock market. Victor was determined to learn all about it. 

But not Lillian. She had no interest in life in the big city, even less in the ill-begotten goods Victor planned to use for a nest egg. Victor however was not going to let some minor setback get in the way of his dream.

At 23 Victor enrolled in Harvard Business School, a place he had been told was where all great men of business got their education. Victor thrived here. When other students were off at mixers and imbibing in illegal hooch, Victor was hard at work studying every nuance of finance and business. It was here that Victor met Robert Helmsley, the man who would change his life more than any other.

Mr. Helmsley liked the way Victor kept his nose to the grindstone, how he had pulled himself up by his bootstraps and come from nothing to be at Harvard. Mr. Helmsley was even more impressed when he learned where Victor had actually gotten his tuition money from.

Throughout Victor's college days Mr. Helmsley would check in on him and offer Victor advice. And when Victor graduated near top of his class Mr. Helmsley was the first to offer him an internship. 

At 30, Victor began to truly work in earnest for Mr. Helmsley and his brokerage firm. With the help of Mr. Helmsley, Victor quickly made a name for himself and rose through the ranks. This certainly raised some eyebrows around the office. And Victor raised his own eyebrow when Mr. Helmsley offered Victor his blood. 

For 5 years Victor worked at the firm, was given promotion after promotion, and was imbued with Mr. Helmsley's blood. Finally. after proving himself time and again, Victor was embraced. 

It was then Victor was introduced to a whole new world, not just of the kindred, but the seedy underside of the brokerage firm. Backdoor deals and insider trading, illicit industries and laundering and schemes. Much like the facade, Victor thrived in this environment. And was happy to do so helping Clan Ventrue accrue untold wealth for decades. 

Then the Francis Scott Key Bridge incident happened. Baltimore had been the main port for Victor's arms smuggling and human trafficking. Now that was gone, and would remain gone for a decade or more. It would take months or even years to establish new underlings that turned a blind eye. And there seemed to be one cause for such a blatant act of destruction: the Anarchs. These unruly cast-offs needed to be brought back under the leash of the Camarilla.