<strong>John the Gangrel</strong><br/><br/>The Kindred known to most of the city's undead community simply as John the Gangrel wandered his turf on foot.  It wasn't exactly his territory, seeing as he wasn't the Prince of the city nor had he laid any official claim to the area.  Still, he privately considered the University of Texas at San Antonio to be his.  After all, he'd quietly garnered a fair amount of influence around the place.  Officially, he'd offered to keep an eye on the area for the Scourge, a fellow member of his clan.  John figured most people thought his haven was somewhere nearby.  Which could be the case, once in a while.<br/><br/>Thus, once or twice a week, he stalked the area, listening for rumors that might be illicit Kindred activity around the campus and surrounding few blocks.  Kept him out of the public eye and away from Elysium politics.  Both, he'd figured out early on, kept him safe an alive.  Or not really alive, but at least existing.  The streets, those he understood.  The political halls . . . well, he was a Gangrel, obviously he couldn't hope to understand the jungle of Kindred politics.  Or so he thought a good part of the city believed.  It was better to let them keep believing that.  Kept them out of his hair and let him carefully tweak things in the city when he felt like it.<br/><br/>(OOC: Anyone hanging out in the college area?  If not, John'll move around elsewhere.  :) )