Andrew McGraw

Description:
Aspect
Stained Red High Concept
No Cure for the Itch Trouble
Burning in my Blood Background
Once Bitten, Twice Shy Rising Conflict
No Rest for the Remorsefull The Story
- Guest Star
- Guest Star Redux
Skills
Human Form
Superb:0
Great:2 Alertness, Deceit
Good:3 Rapport, Presence, Empathy
Fair:4 Stealth, Contacts, Discipline, Conviction
Average:5 Lore, Burglary, Guns, Driving, Fists
Bio:

Andrew was a stupid teenager when he let her bite him. He would admit later that even if he’d been a grown man, he may have still— she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Still, he had no idea what he was getting into. He thought he was in love. Each kiss seemed more and more addictive, to the point where he swore he had slipped into a daze, and that he really felt like he would die without her. He woke up one morning beside her, starving, but not for food. It was then he realized what she had done to him. He was afraid, but played along, right up until they put some other dumb teenager in front of him. A stupid kid who thought being bitten by a vampire was cool, dark, edgy. That kid had no idea. Andrew broke the kid’s neck and fled. He fled his home city, his state, and traveled as far way as he could. He thought he was alone, but soon found out he wasn’t. He got taken in by a pretty young woman named Kim in the Fellowship of St. Giles who taught him to control his bloodlust, the hunger, the pain, and the fear. But the closer she got to him, the more anxious he became. He didn’t want to be hurt again. When she convinced him to get the tatoos, he agreed only hesitantly. He didn’t want to hurt anyone else. The tatoos hurt like hell. He confronted Kim and demanded to know why she was going so far out of her way to help him. She didn’t respond, at least, not the way he had wanted her to, so he left. He ended up in Atlanta, bussing tables and living in a shitty apartment. He ended up at the Last Howl mostly because the pay was better and the people seemed to be a little more in synch with the magical world than most others. He’s a friendly enough bartender and a pretty good cook, so customers and coworkers alike get along pretty well with him, but no one seems particularly close to him, except perhaps Elisabeth Stenson. When the Red Court was destroyed, his tattoos burned like fire to the point that he thought he was going to die. Ever since he lost the beast within himself and the hunger, he has seemed like a different person: quieter, more reserved. He seems troubled, but won’t say why.

Andrew McGraw

Atlanta Rising emhallen