Norman "Foxtail" Haynes
Clan: Nosferatu
Age: Neonate
Sire: Nikola Vesely
Childer: None
Status: Acknowledged
When he’s not lurking about invisibly, Haynes is a six-foot-tall cross between Frankenstein and Swamp Thing. His molted face is patched with scales and a cavernous unhealed wound stretches across his neck. He attempts to cover himself up as much as possible to maintain some vain semblance of civility. He can typically be found wearing slacks and a tall-collared jacket, and a hood pulled over his leathery head. As for what people think of him, well, if they think much past its cover, the book of Norman Haynes isn’t too pretty on the inside either. People might, if they’re generous, respect his attention to detail, his resourcefulness, or his ability to make you feel like your life has been vivisected and is open for him to scrutinize. But mostly they just think: there goes an ugly fucking asshole.
Mortal Life
Amos was bred and born in Washington, DC, growing up half on its grimy streets and half in a crammed tenement with too many other children and parents who were frankly too tired to keep up with them. He started trying to do odd jobs around the city by the time he was ten years old, and eventually just stopped going home a few years later, making his living on the streets and avoiding the police wherever possible.
By the time he had reached the age of 18, Amos was doing most of his "odd jobs" for the mob, which used him as an errand-runner and carrier for various items, correctly guessing that he was none too bright and not imaginative enough to be a serious risk to any operations.
Embrace
Unfortunately for Amos, there was no real reason behind his Embrace - he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Arlen, attempting to extend his network of influence as the sewer network was being refurbished and expanded around the city, simply put a hand up through a grate one day, grabbed him by the ankle, and yanked him underground, not bothering to explain the situation before Embracing him.
Amos, who had been convinced he was being attacked by some kind of nightmare monster and must be dead or about to die, was nonplussed by waking up the next evening, but as Arlen began to train him in the ways of the Nosferatu and the underground sewer kingdom they controlled, he warmed up to it quickly. True, he couldn't always control various parts of his body and he was fairly certain that anyone he'd ever met who saw him would have a heart attack, but he'd always liked living by his wits and using the streets to his advantage, and the Nosferatu were the ultimate expression of that idea in action.
Activity in Washington DC
Newly returned to D.C., Norman wants to get his bearings on the Kindred court here and meet up with his Toreador contacts. In doing so, he hopes to learn some things that give him some influence over various members of the court and of the city itself— influence not necessarily for himself, but ultimately also for his sire. On a more personal scale, he’s looking forward to rediscovering the city where he used live part-time while he’d spend summers visiting his father. And later his time with the CIA before his deployment overseas.