Devin Boyce is a Caitiff residing in the Chicago area.
Biography[]
| “ | No one has to play the hand they got dealt. You just have to learn how to bluff | ” |
Mortal Days[]
Devin was able to take care of himself physically on the playground (when he actually went to school) and in the streets, but he didn’t like violence. He’d seen too many injured and dead. He wasn’t interested in drugs. Drugs made adults act unpredictably and drugs killed his sister. What interested Devin was poker. The guys who hung out in the apartment played all the time and he persuaded them to teach him. Soon, they wouldn’t play with him because it was embarrassing to lose all the time to the young teen.
Devin found his poker skills were a great way to supplement the family income. Poker was his obsession and his family supported him as it was a good earner. It became increasingly difficult for him to find opponents in the neighborhood, but Chicago has plenty of secret bars where a poker player can make a living. Devin familiarized himself with these and learned their etiquette.
Using fake IDs and capital supplied by one of his mother’s boyfriends, Devin accessed the more exclusive tables. Playing naïve, he was able to win substantial sums from rich white guys, so full of privilege they were convinced no street punk could possibly beat them. The house investigated, but Boyce doesn’t cheat. He has an eidetic memory and is just damned good at the game. He is also a good-looking lad with a certain undeniable charm.
Kindred Nights[]
Some vampire watching Devin in the Mob-run “executive game” couldn’t resist taking a drink. Devin isn’t sure what happened next. He’s never seen the Embrace since. He guesses the lick got overexcited and didn’t know when to stop. He doesn’t know why they didn’t leave him for dead instead of feeding him and then running off. Waking in the bathroom of an upstairs restaurant, Devin drained the next guy to walk in and ran home.
Since becoming immortal. Devin’s life has not changed a great deal. He sleeps by day and plays poker by night. He has made some strange new friends, including a group of thin-bloods called the Parkie Mob. Sheriff Damien, investigating some Masquerade breaches tracked him down, thought about killing him but, maybe recognizing a kindred spirit, took to him and introduced him to Prince Jackson. The Sheriff taught him what he needed to know to survive in Kindred society. Devin is supposed to study with Critias, but he tends to jump class and play poker.
Devin feels he kind of owes Damien and Critias, but the idea of the Camarilla's laws and authority appalls him. He respects the Hellenes but believes their sect needs to be brought down a peg or two. He has a horrible feeling Critias might be his sire, but Damien has explained his blood is not strong enough. Damien decided it’s safest to believe it was some lick just passing through.
Appearence[]
Devin looks like a young man of mixed race. He has skin the color of a flat latte and wears his hair in cornrows his little sister braids for him. His friendly smile and charming manner complement his undeniable good looks. Devin likes to dress smartly and expensively. His taste in fashion has become noticeably more refined over the past year or so.
Character Sheet[]
References[]
- VTM: The Chicago Folios, p. 104-106
