Héctor

Hector was born in 1975, on a large cattle ranch outside Montevideo, Uruguay. His parents, Jose and Liliana Sanches, were very loving, and Hector enjoyed a happy childhood. He liked working on his parents' ranch, but he excelled in his studies, so when he graduated from secondary school, his parents encouraged him to move to the capital and attend University. Hector, however, was far more interested in pursuing the opposite sex than a university education, so for the next couple of years he worked as a farm hand and broke the heart of every girl within a twenty-five mile radius (He was very good looking, among other things). After a particularly messy break-up when he was 21 he decided it was time to get serious, so he did as his parents had been urging him for years, and enrolled en la Universidad ORT. In University Hector discovered the new world of information and technology. Without regret he left behind his old life of flirtation to pursue a deep understanding of the city, and everyone in it, with single-minded determination. By the time he graduated four years later, he'd made contacts with a number of information brokers, one of whom told him there was a secret world all around them – a world of the occult. Hector didn't believe him, and didn't have any interest in finding out more about the so-called "occult" world. Instead, he got a job working in a bar that belonged to a close friend of his, Ramon, an information broker who knew nothing of the supernatural world. Hector was an immediate boon to his business. Everyone liked Hector – he was young, charismatic, handsome, and people seemed to open up to him automatically. Hector found that he liked the job. Of course, he couldn't help but slip a little back into his old ways, flirting with the ladies, but now, it had a higher purpose. It was all for the information... supposedly, anyway. Then, one night, the most beautiful woman Hector had ever seen walked into Ramon's bar. Her hair was thick, long, and fell in gentle waves, and her skin so smooth and fair he wondered if she had ever been out in the sunlight. She was elegantly clad in a midnight blue dress with large ruffles at the hem and a deep slit in the side that showed off what could have been a model's legs ending in feet tucked away in black high heals. The deep cut neckline accented her chest and it wasn't long before Hector found himself pouring her a glass of their most expensive red wine and saying "On the house." She smiled at him, a perfect white smile like he had only ever seen in the movies, and introduced herself as Sonrisa. He kept an eye on her that evening, and noticed that she kept an eye on him. The next night, she came back to the bar and invited him to take a walk with her. They walked that evening, and the next two evenings after. Eventually, he asked her on a date, and she suggested they go dancing the following night. She was a beautiful dancer. All his flirtations aside, Hector knew, as he held Sonrisa in his arms that night, that he was in love. He asked her back to his apartment, and Sonrisa smiled that wonderful smile of hers and let him lead the way. It was the best night of Hector's life. The last thing he remembered before pure ecstasy was a sharp pain in his neck... of all places. When he woke up the next morning, he turned over on his pillow to wrap an arm around Sonrisa... and screamed. He threw himself away from her so violently that he fell off the bed, and took all the covers with him. When he managed to get out from the tangle of bedsheets and quilts, he glanced back at the bed, just to be sure he hadn't imagined what he had just seen. The beautiful Sonrisa had been replaced by the most vile hag he had ever laid eyes on. She was more a corpse than a person – her skin hung on her bones, her eyes bulged from their sockets, and her arms were as gnarled as the branches of a sickly oak. He didn't need to look any more. He ran for the door. Ignoring her called "I wouldn't do that, if I were you," Hector thrust the door open, and screamed once more as sunlight, filtering in through the windows of his living room, hit his flesh. He slammed the door shut. Slowly, he raised his hands and looked down at them. His skin was more pockmarked than that of any leper or pox survivor, and the color had turned from light brown to gray-green. Hector turned back to Sonrisa, took anohte rlook at her, then ran for his bathroom mirror. When he saw his face, he had to stop himself from shouting again. His ears were about three times the size they used to be, and shaped liked daggers poking out from the side of his head. His eyes, like Sonrisa's, bulged out of their sockets. Every rib bone was visible through the disgusting skin on his chest. Hector walked back into his bedroom and ordered Sonrisa to get out. She told him she would leave once it got dark – if that was really what he wanted. Hector did not reply. After Sonrisa left that night, Hector slunk through the shadows to find that information broker, Carlos, who told him there was such a thing as a supernatural world all those months ago. To his surprise, Hector learns that, in fact, Carlos is not only a Nosferatu himself, but he's also head of the Montevideo Nosferatu, a large clan. Carlos took Hector under his wing that night and taught him how to use his powers, how to hunt, what it means to be a vampire, etc. and in return, Hector worked as Carlos's legman. Hector worked for Carlos for five years, until one day he caught a glimpse of Sonrisa leaving Carlos's office. Hector, who to this day, for the most part, hates being a vampire, never wanted to see Sonrisa again, and gets a little suspicious. He asks around, and eventually finds out that it was on the orders of Carlos that Sonrisa seduced and sired him all those years ago. (Why? for his skills – Hector is good at what he does, and also out of a little jealousy for Hector's good looks.) Naturally, Hector was furious. Unable to make any kind of move against Carlos, a far more powerful vampire, Hector left. He spent about two years traveling north to Clash City, where he decided he could start over. Along the way he had various adventures, one of which involved springing his faithful baboon (and ghoul) Spike, from a traveling zoo. When he got to Clash City, he found that his luck was in. It wasn't long until he heard that the Nosferatu who ran the marginally infamous bar, Night's Valor, wanted out, and would sell it cheap. The Bar (Haven 3, Fame 1) Night Train Is a converted warehouse in an old industrial district. It used to be a really bad neighborhood, but each year it's been getting a little better, as more businesses move to the area, a fact bemoaned by most of the residents. The main room is quite spacious

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