Kyle Jones "jonesy" - Nosferatu Neonate

Kyle's a thug. He's a birmingham boy born and raised, on a few council estates. His father was spending the next fifteen years at Her Majesty's Pleasure. His mother was working three separate jobs so Kyle spent a lot of time alone. He skipped a lot of school, A LOT of school. He fell in with a group of older teens and young adults. He ended up falling into petty crime, the occasional mugging or light petty theft from various shops. He was in and out of several local police stations. He had an arrest record as long as most peoples arms.

Eventually he fell into selling several types of drugs, he'd never been caught for it, until he stepped onto someone else's turf. He got a severe kicking one night, the police were called and he spent several weeks in and out of hospital. Upon returning home, his supplier tried to get Kyle to pay up on the weeks worth of profits he'd lost whilst he was in hospital. Kyle fought back only to wind up back in hospital yet again, this time with a broken jaw and a fractured skull.

Officially Kyle discharged himself from the hospital two nights after his beatings. He hasn't been seen by his mother or his college since. Unofficially after discharging himself he was again assaulted this time swiftly and with no physical damage. He woke up in a flat surrounded by a small group of damned ugly looking bruisers and a guy wearing a balaclava. the guy with the balaclava was Jerry, Jerry is one of the cities crime lords, he forever keeps his face covered. Kyle had heard he ran a lot of the dealers in the city. the rumor was that Jerry never showed his face to his boys so that no one could identify him to the police. The truth is Jerry is actually Jeremiah Hardcastle. A nosferatu of ill repute in the city. He feeds ansel information on the local organised crime scene. He also has an expanding drugs empire and was in need of new blood for the business. He embraced Kyle and took him on as a new bully boy and enforcer.

Jerry was discovered, his unsanctioned embraces were brought to the Princes attention. Tradition dictates that the sire and childer be put to death. Ansel moved to protect the Crime boss from the worst of the princes wrath but was overruled by the rest of the primogen council. Jerry met his death and so did two of the three embraced neonates. One through attempted escape, the other by being a long standing ghoul who should have known better. Kyle pleaded his innocence, that he knew "fuck all about this twat who'd fucked him up". With no knowledge of the ranking system or any idea of kindred etiquette kyle had fallen back onto what he knew. Being in court on charges. He kept referring to the prince as "Your Honour" and made a couple of references to the primogen as the Jury. The Prince amused and surprised by the youngster's vehemence allowed the boy to live, even granting him the small set of flats he'd been embraced in as his own domain. Jerry's little empire was split up amongst his peers, the business of criminal profiteering is not something the nosferatu were willing to give up, even if it meant the death of three of their own.

Jerry's trial became common knowledge amongst even the most socially unaware kindred of the city. Kyle was mocked viciously by several of the harpies, he'd become a joke. This was partly due to his ignorance, and partly to dent the nosferatu power base.
He's fallen into an old pattern, undereducated and unscrupulous he went back to a life of petty crime and drugs. He was soon disappointed that his highs just made him sick, that his weed intake did nothing for him anymore.

As a neonate he is yet to master the ability to hide his deformities, so instead he wraps up. A hoodie and baseball cap were often his usual choice of clothing, now he adds a scarf to hide the majority of his face. After dark he looks no different that the average young chav. Should you get him in a good light without the Burberry you'd be hard pressed to think of him being the same boy of two years previous.

The nosferatu clan curse has left him relatively human looking in regards to his overall shape. Two arms two legs no hunch back or vestigial wings. However his skin is now a light shade of grey, his ears are long and pointed like a goblins. His nose has shrunk and is completely out of proportion to the rest of his face. the skin on his body is little better, blotchy and greying in places, he rapidly developed calluses along his rib cage and down his back.