<div align="center">Name/Alias: Nichademus " Nick" McManus<br/> Creature Type: Mortal<br/> Location: San Francisco<br/> Tagged: Anyone</div><br/>(http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g40/MistGreyWolf/Nick.png)<br/><br/><br/><br/>Nichademus McManus , who had gone by Nick for most of his short life had travelled a lot of the south east U.S. Having been born in Georgia, he had been hitch hiking from state to state since he turned ten. He had run away from the orphanage. Nick never knew his parents, not even their names. They had died shortly after he was born He had never cared for any foster home offers; they were never his choses and he never felt they fit hm. But these same “gifts” had made life easier and bearable for him on his own. Now with his seventeenth birthday just days away he had arrived in San Francisco. This was his first trip out west. Here he figured he could blend in, get lost in such a way even New York couldn’t offer.  As he stepped off the bus, no one noticed him, he had always been told he was good at sleight of hand he practiced the art of pick pocketing and had just slipped the wallet from a verbally abusive asshole into his pocket and kept on walking. He didn’t know what he was besides a freak to some and special to those who wanted to use him. What Nick did know was he was about to be, The world should have been his to play with and play he did.<br/><br/>It was late, he would need a place to stay soon, but his boredom screamed for fun. A club was what he needed and he went off in search of one, he knew his fake ID was good, he hoped it was good enough to get him in one.<br/>