Victorio Jones

From Changeling Venue

Seeming	Elemental Earthbones
Court	Summer Court ••••
Freehold	TBD
Player	Jeremy Wood

1 Overview
2 Character Information

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Overview

The sands erode time but not the memories of the pain.

Alias(es): The Victor, Sandbags

Real Name: Victorio Jones

Age: 49, looks in his late 20s

Concept: Boxer who's angry at the erosion of his life

Entitlement: None

Seeming: Elemental (sand)

Kith: Earthbones

Virtue: Fortitude

Vice: Wrath

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Character Information

Mask: Well built and would probably be fairly good looking if he cleaned up. Let his hair grow out after the Army and rarely shaves. His appearance just doesn't seem to matter to him anymore.

Mein: His skin and hair are the color of fine white sand, with the same sand constantly falling from his body. Everywhere he steps leaves a bit of white sand behind, with the grains fading away into nothingness in a few seconds.

Mantle: Heat rising from his skin and the feeling the grit of sand against one's skin.

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Known History

Basic Timeline:

Born out of wedlock to a pretty blonde nurse who was caught alone in a reservation hospital nine months earlier.
Grew up hard as a half breed in a reservation town.
Got into a bit of trouble at the age of seventeen and was offered the choice of enlist or jail.
Graduated from basic training just in time for hostilites to cease in Vietnam
Recruited into the Army boxing program after knocking out a NCO while off duty.
Chaffed under the yoke of the opressive lifestyle and continued getting in fights outside the ring
Shortly dishonorably discharged but still subjected to the same treatment as those that saw combat in 'nam.
Punched a man to death after a particularly morose night of drinking.
(1977) Arrested but Taken while he sat in jail.
Sat in a glass prison as a mass of sand for 788,400,000 seconds slowly ticking away the time for his master.
Prison was knocked over during a fight between his master and another member of the Gentry.
(2002) Squeezed through the hedge arriving into the world in a culvert beneath a railroad crossing.
Wandered from town to town, doing migrant work for several years
Caught sleeping behind a boxing school by a surly old boxing coach, who took him in.
Began working in the school and retraining, has fought in a few minor bouts but his lack of control and alcoholism keep him from going further.

Current Activities: Working as a boxing coach, Watching the seconds tick away, Drinking himself to death one bottle at a time.

Merit Details: His fame is as a small time boxer and coach in the local Oklahoma City area, his retainer is that same surly boxing coach (now near 80) that took him in.

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