Gregory Hill

Stuntman turned inforcer for the Milwaukee prince, returning to Milwaukee after a brief hiatas caused by a dispute within the coterie.


Clan: Gangrel
Generation: 10th
Nature: Loner
Demeanor: Masochist

Strength 4 (Vicious)
Dexterity 3
Stamina 4 (Tough As Nails)

Charisma 2
Manipulation 4 (Persuasive)
Appearance 2

Perception 2
Intelligence 2
Wits 2

Alertness 2, Athletics 2, Awareness 1, Brawl 4 (Dirty Fighting), Empathy 0, Expression 0, Intimidation 1, Leadership 0, Streetwise 2, Subterfuge 1.

Animal Ken 1, Crafts 0, Drive 3, Etiquette 0, Firearms 2, Larceny 1, Melee 1, Performance 0, Stealth 1, Survival 1.

Academics 0, Computer 1, Finance 0, Investigation 2, Law 0, Medicine 0, Occult 1, Politics 0, Science 0, Technology 1.

Animalism 0
Fortitude 2
Protean 2

Generation 3
Contacts 1
Resources 1

Conscience 3
Self-Control 3
Courage 4

Merits: Bruiser, Daredevil, Bullyboy
Flaws: Impatient, Territorial, Catspaw, Expendable.

Humanity 6

Willpower 5

Bloodpool 13
Blood per Turn : 1

Gregory was born in the 80’s and was raised by his father for most of his life. His mother died when he was 5 in a car accident. His dad was a no nonsense sumbitch, and he instilled that into Greg’s upbringing. Greg followed his dad with a career in stunts in the movies. If you needed someone to cruise through the dirty streets of Los Angeles, and be punched through a window of a sleazy saloon in the Wild West, Greg was your guy. With his tolerance for pain and willingness to do about anything in the biz, he was a star. While filming in Milwaukee for a movie called ‘Transformers’, he was enjoying a night off doing some bar hopping downtown. Around bar close, Greg wandered down an alleyway heading back to his hotel with a “lady friend” he met that night. They were attacked by a crazed madman, the girl, her throat ripped out from his bite. Greg in his fury, attacked their assailant, even when discovering the creature’s monstrous tendencies, but was no match. He got a good few hits in a bottle, a brick, and a forgotten old person walker, but became mortal wounded. As he lay in a pool of his blood waiting to be feed upon, another shadowy figure jumped from no where, and attacked the monster…dispatching it with ease and frenzied attacks. Next I know, the man is standing over me commending my ability and ferocity. I cried for help and asked him to take me to a hospital, but he said I wouldn’t make it. He did offer to take the pain away and to better me in every way. In my delerium, I would of agreed to anything, and that is when I became a vampire…

Gregory Hill

Milwaukee by Night ShaunWoo