White male, six feet tal, about 180 lbs., early 40's, black hair, grey eyes, 5'o'clock shadow. Tends to dress casually.
The younger of two sons, John was born and raised in St. Louis, Missouri. His brother was born in 1949 and he followed in 1955. Whereas his brother joined the Army, John felt his calling was for law enforcement. He joined the force at age of twenty. During his time with the police department, John met a woman named Ellenore. They clicked almost instantly and were soon married. Their son was born in 1978 and daughter was born in 1983. Life was going well and John went through several different postings within the police department. October 3rd, 1993, he had just been selected for a Sargeant position. He responded to a call for a break-in in progress. After arriving at scene he found the possible perpetrator lying unconscious and subdued in the alley next to the building. He was then grabbed from behind locked in an unbreakable grip. He felt sharp pain in his neck and then all subsided to an ecstatic draining feeling. He felt his lifeforce slipping away in a calm soothing flow. Then more pain as fire coursed through his veins igniting every nerve in searing agony. And then there was the Hunger…
All his backup found was his patrol car with the driver door open and the lights still flashing. A witness thought they saw an officer leave with someone. The officer was covered in blood and seemed disoriented. His body was never found. Though the family was devestated, Ellenore kept them moving forward. John’s son joined the police department, not only to follow in his father’s foot steps but to try and find his father’s killer. He quickly became part of the homicide task force and was noted for his dedication in solving unusual cases. He married and and now has a three year old daughter.
John’s daughter felt a calling to help those who were sick and injured. She left for college and then medical school. After graduation and her residency she finally wound up at a major hospital in Boston, Massachusetts.
One night in 2008 while driving home from the grocery store, Ellenore’s vehicle went off the road and hit a tree. She died instantly.
John’s older brother stayed in the Army as an officer for twenty-five years. He retired and now lives in Tampa, Florida. He tries to keep in touch with John’s kids as often as he keeps in touch with his own.
During all this John was agonizing over his new life. It was years before his sire let him out of the house. Though never a believer in the supernatural, John did not let this trauma debilitate him. He pushed on through his studies advancing at an accelerated rate. He knew his sire only wanted what was best for him but he longed to see his family again. When he was finally given a chance to seek them out, he realized that he would only cause them more pain and suffering if he came into their live. In sorrow he determined to remain aloof from them but would watch over them and help when and where he could.
After being introduced to the prince of the city, John soon came to realize that his sire was not very trusted or well-liked in the city. His sire was known to be overbearing and dangerous. Rumors abounded that he killed anyone who got in the way of his plays for power. Needless to say, the Kindred of the city were glad to see him leave as he was chosen to become regent in a different city. John learned his sire’s lesson well, knowing that only by accpeting his condition and using it to full potential would let him safeguard his family.