Sgt. Duncan MacTavish, is a Gangrel residing in the Chicago area.
Biography[]
Mortal Days[]
MacTavish’s favorite childhood activity was guarding his father’s chicken runs from foxes. He was content to sit quietly, holding his old man’s shotgun in his lap, his eyes swiveling and searching for any sign of foxes or badgers. Eventually, he started stalking the woods in the early evening, seeking out their hides and holes to lie in wait for them to emerge. The idea of having something to protect pleased him.
Duncan was encouraged to join the military. Not only was the strict discipline and isolation a sort of homecoming for him, but there was finally a place for him that allowed him to defend not just a small bunch of stupid chickens, but a nation. A people asleep at night, ignorant of the armed man in the chair watching over them. Duncan excelled in military service, first being offered training as a paratrooper and then being picked to join the Special Air Service.
Sergeant MacTavish was placed on assignment to attack the compound of a group of dissident terrorists in El Salvador. This scheme brought Duncan into the clutches of a vampire with pull in the military, positioning the burly Scotsman as one of her potential childer candidates.
With their operation compromised from the start, Duncan’s team was slaughtered, save for him. When his mysterious benefactor finally came, she staged a daring rescue of her erstwhile progeny and earned his immediate loyalty, emancipating him from his captors. Starving, tired, and having endured numerous beatings over a fortnight of captivity, Duncan was easy prey.
Kindred Nights[]
Duncan awoke in a jungle clearing at night, his kit restored to him and a small handful of powerful torches providing light. The mysterious woman who rescued him made him an offer, handing him a dossier with photographs and files of three men, each dressed in the garb of a different military. Duncan recognized Navy SEALs, Spetsnaz, and Mossad.
“Your mission is to proceed on foot to Gary, Indiana, USA as quickly as you are able.” A monumental task on its own, it was further complicated by the stipulation that he would only be permitted to enter the city if he first eliminated the other three men in his file. The journey was fraught with peril, each danger compounded by the threat of the three faces hunting him each night and the implacable sun pinning him down by day.
Duncan alone reached Gary and entered, bearing the dog tags of the other three men and samples of their ash as stipulated. The story of how he bested them is one he rarely tells, and when he does it changes with each telling. Many are unsure if he killed them at all. Duncan is never drawn on the matter. All that is certain is that none of the others ever came to Gary. He alone took on the role of his sire’s enforcer.
With the secession of the Gangrel from the Camarilla to the Anarchs, Duncan has been tasked with remaining on the outskirts of Chicago, protecting his clanmates who wish to defect to the domains of Fort Wayne or Indianapolis, eliminate any threats to the cause, and to monitor the comings and goings of the Camarilla’s crown jewel. To the Camarilla Kindred of the city, the name MacTavish is spoken like that of a bogeyman or old wives’ tale. To the Anarchs, he is treated with some quiet reverence as a stalwart sentinel that defends them. Each Anarch knows that to cross the will of Juggler, the Baron of Gary, will put them in the sights of Sergeant Duncan MacTavish.
Appearance[]
Duncan finds it easiest to live completely off the grid. Though he is known in the media by several names for different assassinations and bombings he has carried out, none of them are of his making. Duncan is an unkempt and dirty white man with a mop of shaggy, matted brown hair that has spent too long inside helmets and balaclavas, and a beard containing almost as much wildlife as the average woodland. His cold, gray eyes are permanently bloodshot, and this is more pronounced when he is well fed. He is well built, tall, and has a scowling face at rest. His voice is rarely raised and almost never shows a flicker of emotion. Ordinarily, Duncan remains in hiding and wears camouflage paint to hide his appearance. He has, at times, been mistaken for an agent of the Second Inquisition due to his military garb and equipment. Of particular note is that, despite his many murderous and violent acts, he shows no animal features of any kind, normally well-established among his clanmates. The wise among the Kindred realize, to their horror, that this implies that Duncan has never been out of control, even while murdering people.
Character Sheet[]
Sgt. Duncan MacTavish
Sire: Atlacoya
Embraced: 2005 (Born 1968)
Ambition: Revisit any action against the Anarchs with fire and fury
Convictions: Protect the Flock
Touchstones: Christine Summers — Schoolkid he is teaching shooting and survival
Humanity: 4
Generation: 11th
Blood Potency: 2
Attributes: Strength 3, Dexterity 4, Stamina 5; Charisma 2, Manipulation 2, Composure 4; Intelligence 3, Wits 4, Resolve 5
Health: 8
Willpower: 9
Skills: Athletics 4, Brawl 4, Craft (IEDs) 3, Drive (Helicopters) 3, Firearms (Rifles) 5, Melee 4, Larceny 2, Stealth 4, Survival 5; Animal Ken (Farm Animals) 2, Insight 1, Intimidation 3, Leadership 1, Streetwise 3, Subterfuge 1; Awareness 1, Investigation 3, Medicine (Field Medic) 2, Politics 1, Science 2, Technology (Military Hardware) 3
Disciplines: Fortitude 2, Protean 4
References[]
- VTM: Chicago by Night 5th Edition, p. 123-125
