Jonas Shepard
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Jonas Shepard was a recruited into the US Navy at 17 years of age and shipped off to Korea to fight for the UN and freedom as we knew it. By 19, he was a fully trained Seabee with the blood of other men on his hands and a bag full of tricks when it came to building and repairing most anything under fire. By 24, he was a useless drunk and drifter. Travelling the land in search of comfortable rest and further booze to quiet his nightmares, he lived a life of little responsibility and equal comfort. In his 34th year, he won a card game that would change his life. The final wager on the table was a combat knife much like the one Jonas had hocked for booze money a decade before. Only this knife seemed to shimmer oddly, a difference explained by the owner as a result of blending the blade with silver. Jonas cared little for the reason for the strange mixture, rather he was more interested in the inside straight he had somehow been dealt. When he won the knife, he was overjoyed at his fortune and vowed to retain the knife as proof that he has not quite hit the proverbial rock bottom. Two years later, down on his luck, he found himself outside a pawn shop in Carson City when he ran into the same man he had won the knife from 2 years prior. The man offered to buy him a drink in exchange for listening to some mad offer. The strange man told Jonas that his luck was powerful but needed both tempering and feeding to reach its true power. Jonas, caring more for the proffered booze gladly agreed to any offer the stranger made. It was only later that night when he felt his life's blood dripping out onto the floor of a dank back alley that he realize the mistake he had made. In desperation, he turned to the stranger and demanded his fair exchange...to which the stranger fed him eternal life.
Jonas has wandered the world for the last 30+ years growing in his acceptance of his newfound eternity combined with his growing devotion to the crossroads which have house him for the last half century. His loose Irish Catholic upbringing, with its healthy dose of indoctrination into Celtic mysticsm has morphed into a devout respect and worship of the same crossroads gods that once defined his people. Adding to that, the perverse and destructively powerful gift granted by his Bohagande Gangrel maker has left this southern boy firmly entrenched in both the luck of the Irish and its inherent irreverence for the truth. Making his way through a world that was indifferent if not hostile to his itinerant ways while alive has allowed him a certain freedom of the standard neophyte ties to city and Prince that bind his fellow Kindred.
He makes his way by his hands, be it the fists that kept him atop his 12 siblings or the calloused yet dextrous fingers that kept the first helicopters in flight during operation in Korea, his hands are his livlihood and when that fails his luck will win out. Years of drinking, abuse, combat and poor choices steeled his mortal coil to what rigors could plague the mortal coil, his rebirth as a Savage have only served to re-enforce his ability to survive anything, tempered by a patience grown from knowing that in the end, his luck will out. He is the most casualy dangerous man you will ever meet for even if he choose not to beat the un-life out of you, he may steal what little luck lets you survive in the afterlife of the Kindred.
His only purpose, outside of mere survival, is his quest to extend the power of his people's dieties through empowering the Crown, the Morrigan to which he sacrifices all blood he sheds and consumes. A simple plodder with an attentive eye, he knows chance may bring him the pieces which will bring the Crone to dominance over all the Kindred and more importantly he may find that most sacred of crossroads which will free him from both his Kindred curse and the demons of his mortal coil.
