| Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them...
Then there is Mortimer.
History: Born in early 1950's New Jersey, Mortimer's life has been a saga of misfortunes, bad decisions, and a tendency towards excess. This wasn't helped when he was turned in the late 80's by the most crotchety, archaic, and ass-ugly Nosferatu this side of Lincoln Tunnel. Set in the old ways, his sire introduced him to life as a Kindred and his place in the First Estate (Mortimer's place being at the absolute bottom.) Not satisfied with this, Mortimer joined a group of like-minded individuals who sought a higher station.
It didn't end well.
Business: Using the money he squirreled away before his exodus, Mortimer set up shop as a up-and-coming garbage removal specialist and estate owner(it's a Junkyard). At Low Places Waste Removal, you can have anything taken away for a modest fee. Is it illegal? Dangerous? Still Moving? We don't care. Whether it's the court, the mob, or a private party, as long as the price is right Mortimer is always more than happy to be of service. If you don't have money, not to worry. We can always come to an arrangement.
Description: The transformation did little to heighten Mortimer's dismal looks, instead providing the poor man with a thick, protruding gut and a personal aroma that always seemed to find a new way to smell terrible. His clothes seem to always be ill-fitting and colored with the remains of Mortimer's less than discerning palette and a scattering of cigarette burns.
But those that look into his eyes can sometimes catch a glimpse of his true nature. Beneath the shabby and abhorrent exterior is a man who didn't live the better part of a century idly waiting or collecting bottle caps. No, there is a man who has lived at the bottom and has spent a life time wanting more.
Come friends, there is money to be made and power to be had.
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