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Liam McCarthy

Name: Liam McCarthy             Mask: Inspirational Genius                                                  Clan: Daeva Player: Chip                             Dirge : Follower                                                                    Bloodline: Toreador Chronicle: Oxford By Night     Concept: Hedonist who just wants to enjoy immortality.     Covenant : Knights of Somer _______________________________________________________________________________________________________ Intelligence:      oooo      Strength:       oo               Presence:            oooo Wits:                  oo           Dexterity:      oooo          Manipulation:      oo Resolve:           o             Stamina:       oo               Composure:        oo ________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Skills Mental (-3 Unskilled) Academics (Sociology): oooo Computer: o Crafts:  Investigation: o Medicine: Occult:o Politics: Science: o ____________ Physical (-1 Unskilled) Athletics: o Brawl: oo Drive: o Firearms: Larceny: Stealth: Survival: Weaponry: ___________ Social (-1 Unskilled) Animal Ken: Empathy: oo Expression (4 string Instruments, Speeches): oooo Intimidation: Persuasion: ooo Socialise: o  Streetwise: o Subterfuge: _________________ Disciplines Celerity: o Majesty: ooo __________________ Merits Acute Senses: o Enticing: o (8 again) Safe Place: oo Herd: oo Haven: oo Striking Looks: oo (+2 dice to social rolls where Liam can be seen) Mentor: o (Resources, Intimidation, Politics) Resources: oo Kiss of the Succubus: o (Kiss is addictive) Fame: o Retainer: o ____________________ Aspirations Music career: Be successful and widely acknowledged musician - be uploaded to YouTube or trend on twitter Vampire world: Gain a sign of appreciation from his sire God among mortals: sire a childe _____________________________________________________ Health ooooooo / / / / / / /    Current: (7/7)  Bashing: 0  Lethal: 0  Wounding: 0 ___________________________________________________ Willpower: ooo o Blood Potency: oo _____________________ Vitae (Max 11) ooooooooooo Spent:0 _______________________ Humanity: 10 9 8 7 o 6 o Leah - Sax player in his Jazz band 5 o 4 o 3 o 2 o 1 o _______________________________________ Size: 5            Speed: 11 Defence: 4 Initiative Mod: 6 Beats: 1 Experience: spent 20
Backstory Summary: A sociology professor by trade, Liam’s real passion is for the arts. Loved by all of his students, perhaps a little too much; he is fancied by most of the girls and some of the boys, idolised by others. His lectures are inspiring, transfixing, and mesmerising. His students climb over each other to impress him and his satisfaction ratings are through the roof. Rumours are abound of blurred relationship lines with his students, and complaints and concerns have been made by parents and friends of students, which may be a problem if the Dean of his college wasn’t his sire. Considered ‘cool’ and ‘down with the kids’ his students swoon over his youthful looks – many would struggle to believe he was old enough to be a professor, let alone to be an experienced member of the department. Liam spends his evenings playing double bass in trendy nightclubs some nights, or brass instruments on others. He has been known to give private lessons in his small but well kept apartment at night. “He’s so cool” – Charlie White, sociology undergrad “I would love to be half as inspiring as him, the students all love him” – Sherry Loughan, geography professor “His accent, couldn’t you just, ahhh” – Amber Peters, sociology PhD student “Did you hear his band the other night, the way he was playing that slap base… Is there anything he can’t do?” – John Richardson, bartender/archaeology undergrad “Yeah, he taught me to play sax, it was, well… he is into some strange stuff.” – Leah Lohan, alumnus “Liam? Oh yes, I knew Liam rather well. But then, didn’t everyone? I still think of him fondly to this day.” – Margaret Thatcher, prime minister "Weren't those crazy times eh?" - Don Henley, The Eagles "Something about him... just so addictive, I couldn't help but go back for more." - &nbsp;Kate Beckinsale, actress and model "His personality just took control of the room, you couldn't help but listen to every word he said. He was like my dad in the way. Not that I have daddy issues." - Chelsea Clinton, long time lover "I wouldn't admit that he wrote any of the album, but yes he was certainly a heavy influence on my writing for most of the tracks. Over any of it, my mind kept wondering back to my time with him, I couldn't help but keep returning, he was just... addictive...? You know? Something mysterious and intoxicating. But then I guess that is all a part of his nature..." - Florence Welch, singer, songwriter, violinist &nbsp; &nbsp; Detailed Backstory: Liam was sired by the Dean of Somerville, back before she was the Dean, part of a move to gain support for a takeover. Liam has been a loyal servant, always willing to perform tasks asked of him without question, though perhaps a pout. More importantly he has blocked moves against her when times were less good since the takeover. He has her trust and gratitude and her protection. What he really cares about though, are not the politics or the schemes. He wants to perform, to fornicate and to feed. Sometimes all at once. He loves to be idolised and he loves to play his instruments, and to have his instrument played. For now he just keeps his job as tutor at Somerville College as a way to keep safe, and keep finding young people to idolise him. That’s a lie. He loves his job, but not because he has passion for the subject matter, he just loves talking with these tweens, having them worship him. &nbsp; He most enjoys playing jazzy slap bass pieces on his double bass, or some cool sax work, or more recently the electric bass guitar. He dabbles in other instruments and styles too, enjoying anything that leads to ‘good vibrations’. He will often take students back to his basement apartment for private renditions or with promises of lessons where they can enjoy the ecstasy of the kiss together. &nbsp; History: As a mortal, Liam attended Oxford University, though at Balliol. He graduated with a first-class degree in History and enrolled in a masters’ course in 1923. Even then though, his passion was music. He would play at college gatherings and parties and in local nightclubs and bars. He was a serial womaniser, attractive to say the least and even more captivating when he was playing. After playing one show he became involved with a member of staff from Somerville, he thought nothing of it at the time, heading back to her accommodations and engaging in activities of the night with her. Against his usual behaviour he felt a desire to see her again, and again, each time engaging in more frantic and depraved activities but his desire and affections for her becoming unnaturally more stoked. He also found he developed a desire to perform tasks for her in the day, things that he would later discover led to her promotion. He laid the sees for scandals that got people fired, and his lover moved further and further up in her career, and his own rewards became even more satisfying, though a thirst he could not explain began to creep in. A thirst for something that came from her. As his final reward, he was sired, finally understanding the full extent of what he had been involved in, but fully loyal to his mistress, 1 week later he led the group of ghouls who would make the current Dean disappear, paving the way for his mistress to take the job. Adjusting to the beast was difficult, Liam took a year’s break on his masters, his mistress gave him accommodation beneath her college, and he resumed his studies the following autumn. Afterwards, still tied to the university he did a second degree, this time a PPE, before eventually signing on to do a PhD in philosophy. Not ready to leave he took a post in the teaching staff, As a teacher he really began to blossom. Still living in the university accommodation, he was able to give tutorials without stepping outside in darkened rooms, arranged by the university’s monstrous management. He was loved by his students, captivating a room with his very presence, and having the freedom to discuss whatever issues he cared for at the time. Looking for a change in direction and opportunity came along to begin teaching on the new ‘sociology’ course. A new subject that lacked direction, perfect for someone like him. His captive audience soon became a captive food source. Even when war broke out and all other men were scorned for not joining the army, nobody seemed to notice or care that he hadn’t and was still teaching. One early thrall stuck in his mind from 1943, a young lady named Maggie, she was enthralled at one of his performances and begged him to take her home so that he could teach her to play saxophone (something she lacked any talent for) and he turned her into a ghoul after a few exciting nights. She loved his music and his body, and he did things with and to her that would turn most people’s stomach. Eventually though he became bored of even her and cast her aside. He thinks she became a politician or something though he didn’t much care. He continued to play in several bands around town, offer private instrumental lessons and fool around with his students. In 1979 he happened to meet an American band on tour, the singer had Irish roots and they struck up conversation, Liam inspired the man to write a song about him and the students who preyed on the girls of his college, though by the time Don woke up from his drug and vampiric kiss stupor he had forgotten the source of his inspiration and the song became ‘Boys of Summer’ instead, still, Liam played some backing instrumentals for them for a few nights of their tour and tasted a life of fame and groupies. This would shape the next few years of his life, establishing himself more and more as a musician type. Before they left though, Liam decided to break up the band, sowing rumours between them that would ultimately end with an argument and the Eagles taking a 14 year break. Around this time, Liam also moved to more modern instruments, although his first love would always be his upright bass, he now embraced the electric bass for many of his performances. As part of this he performs both solo pieces where he sings and plays, but also as part of two different bands. One of these bands, PSA:&nbsp;Oxford Brookes is not Oxford, plays mostly pop covers and comedy parodies or jazzed up versions of rock songs. The members are all vampires and the rest of the band see it as casual fun. His main love though is a classic jazz band, or combo, called Alajazzam . They are a quartet made up of Liam, on bass guitar/double bass/tenor banjo; a young local boy called Johnny on drums, a promising archaologist called Kat on keys/piano and his true favourite, Leah on sax. Occasionally they will switch up and Liam will play sax while Leah plays guitar or sings but she always mesmerises him when she plays, she takes the music as seriously as he does. They had a brief, almost fling once but she resisted his advances after a kiss, something he had not experienced before and something that made her all the more intriguing to him. He resisted the temptation to use his powers to bring her under his will, and instead they became friends, playing the clubs in true Jazz fashion, true to the music rather than popular student trends, these Tuesday nights are the highlight of Liam's week. &nbsp; <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aCKU_pffkCg" rel="nofollow">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aCKU_pffkCg</a> <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GmgaXjkHfk4" rel="nofollow">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GmgaXjkHfk4</a> <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UeAECmaJ7Ms" rel="nofollow">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UeAECmaJ7Ms</a> On his less natural side, Liam has very little to do with vampire politics. He knows and socialises with a few vampires, and knows that his college is very important. He knows that it is run by the Knights of Somer, who have some lofty and important goals which are very secret. Occasionally his sire would call on him for services to advance her goals which now lay outside of her job and beyond his care though supposedly he was working towards the aims of the people who ran the college and covenant that provided him work and shelter. Around him people tended to loosen their tongues though, and three times he uncovered and prevented plots on his mistress, and each time he would be rewarded by coming back into her attention and favour once again. Something he longed for and yet found exhausting.&nbsp; Outside of his band, Liam had very little in the way of supernatural friends, as the gratitude of his mentor was on the wane following the last time he saved her almost a decade ago, he began to fear for the lifestyle he had built up for himself. In mid 2008 he was just starting to take his predicament seriously. That was when Mehdi walked into his office. Liam was used to things in his life going right, and this seemed like just another way the universe was thanking him for being a part of it. A changeling, something he had heard of vaguely once, but was hardly really aware of, that wanted to work for him. And to top it all off, just when he was thinking more of the world deserved to hear him, it turned out Mehdi also had a bit of an interest in record recordings. he invited him into the fold with a smile...
Sat alone in Sandy's Piano and Wine bar, Liam swirls a deep glass of red wine in front of him. He lowers his nose and inhales gently, soaking in the aromas of forest fruits and spices of the Nebbiolo. He still hasn't taken a sip though, which anybody looking at him would have noticed. They weren't looking though, not yet. He preferred it this way, the grand entrance from already inside the room. It was open mic night, and a passable talent was playing a background piano piece and the few people who had bothered to come out on this quiet Sunday were just enjoying a drink and a quiet chat. The place was almost deserted, hardly worth his time. It was early though, and so he would wait. Others would be signed up, and they would bring friends, though they wouldn't get to play. He had mentioned casually to some students in his class last week that he might be playing tonight, so he knew they would happen to turn up to. So easy to captivate the young minds. Mehdi was waiting outside with his bass, he didn't want it drawing attention so it was important to have it arrive at the right time. Perhaps the sight of the flashy red sports car outside would bring in even more people out of curiosity. Sandy would be grateful, if there even was a Sandy anymore. He sits, listening to the casual piano player, watching the people around the room ignore it. She was kind of pretty, clearly nervous though, not used to playing for a crowd, even this small. He takes another big inhale of the wine, trying to cover the scent of her nervous sweat, the risen pulse beating like a drum in his ear as her blood pressure rises under the tension. The wine was not enough. He would take her home tonight. A few more people enter the bar, some of his students. He shrinks back into the booth to hide from them, but they see him anyway and wave enthusiastically. He gives them a cheerful smile and gestures for them to sit down. The simple movement of his hand is enough to captivate them into doing his bidding. They wouldn't want to risk not impressing him. More people turn up, some carrying instruments, looking nervous, others over confident. The pianist plays on.&nbsp; A man enters the bar, carrying a guitar and wearing a trilby. He is followed by two friends who high five after making some presumably vile joke based on the looks they passed at the barmaid. Lads. He would never understand this new culture. Mehdi follows them in, passing silently up to the stage and unpacking his bass behind the stage. It was time. Liam slips off his jacket, revealing the pristine white shirt and classy black waistcoat with blood red trim beneath. He walks silently up to the stage as the pianist finishes her last song, waving the MC away. He catches the pianist by the arm as she passes, whispering in her ear, very close. "Well done, you were very good. Stay a while? Listen to me play. Maybe we can get a drink after?" His tongue darts out, brushing against her ear as she falls under his charms. He can taste the pulsing blood just beneath as her face flushes, bringing the sweet nectar to the surface. She lets out a small, embarrassed giggle and nods.&nbsp; He steps onto the stage, picking up his bass from Mehdi as he passes. His deep, husky voice echoes into the microphone. Deep Irish accent that he loses and gains as he chooses rolling out the rs. " Tank ye very much. Dis one goes out to a very special student. Means the world that you turned up tonight. Really." They would all think he meant them. They would all know it in their hearts. &nbsp;The room goes silent. A small crowd that had hardly been paying attention to the stage before, now hangs on with held breath. He takes his time, feigning nervousness as he adjusts his grip on the huge instrument. He holds the tension of the room, feels the eyes falling on him. Finally he breaks it, one long D, strummed out. Another pause. 3, 4, One more note, and he is away. The vibration rises up through his feet and he almost feels... alive. He plucks away, tapping his foot to the beat, losing himself in the rhythm, the music. Never let it go. Subconciously he takes the whole crowd with him, to that place deep in his past, his mortal humanity. Something he could feel. He feels the temperature rising in the room as he ups the tempo, again and again. Fingers moving almost unbelievably fast. He holds them for 3 hours 37 minutes, nothing but bass. Suddenly he stops. Giving a wink as his only fairwell to his audience he throws the bass down to Medhi and leaps from the stage. Gesturing for the pianist to join him he walks from the club with her on his arm to applause he knows will last until hands start to cramp. The joys of being so damn majestic they can't look away. One day I'll see if I earn it by right.
The pianist lets out a soft moan as the door clicks open. She was still woozy, so he left her to sleep it off. These early evening lectures were not unusual here, but this one was a bit earlier than most on a Monday night and it took a bit more effort to get up for. The taste of her blood was still tingling on his lips, soft and coppery. It was just the energy he needed, an early night pick-me-up. She had been shy at first, but as he opened her eyes to more possibilities she had become more fun. Perhaps he would let her stay another day. Probably not. He reached out to grab his jacket on his way out of the door. Damn, that cool exit and I left it in the bar. He pulls out his blackberry as he walks, sending a quick e-mail to Mehdi. It is a full 2 hundred and thirty steps down the dark corridor into his basement office. Kim is already waiting there for him. One of the more keen students. He looks down at her hands though and his eyes betray a little surprise. He just looks at her with the question. It was often his way to stay silent a provoke others to break it. A second passes as Kim gives a nervous grin. "Sorry Liam, I saw you play last night and noticed you left it. I knew I would see you today so thought I would bring it for you." She thrusts out the jacket into his arms, 'accidentally' brushing against his hand. She withdraws fast but he gives an amused smile.&nbsp; "Thank you. Best wait for the others hadn't we?..."