Name: Andries (Andy) van Proost

Current Assignment: Pier 13, Galveston

Current Supervisor: Classified

Physical Description:

Height: 6'3
Weight: 230 pounds
Distinguishing Features: Badly scarred hands, wears gloves
Eyes: Green to red
Hair: Brown
Race: Caucasian/Vampire
Date of Birth: 11/22/63
Age: 37

Strength: Very high, for a vampire. Can lift those Toyotas from a standing start
Intelligence: Average
Dexterity: Below average, for a vampire. Below even normal human, though.
Stamina: High, for a vampire.

Skills:

Vampire-25
Guns-13
Scrounging-6
Theology-7

Abbreviated Background:

Andy's had a heartily violent past. After his father faked his own death to join the family vampire hunting cult, Andy joined the South African police force to track down the real killers. As this was South Africa in its more thuggish days, Andy got to combine personal vendettas against criminals with a society that encouraged police brutality. (Though, to be fair, he wasn't racist like his coworkers; he just went off on everybody.)

When apartheid died, he took some anger management classes and transferred to the American FBPI, where he managed to be turned into a vampire in short order. This managed to drive Andy completely off the wall again, and he reverted into a rather warped bit of self-hating self-denial. (And killing.) His hands were badly burned by sunlight in the first minutes of his vampire existence, and thus have stayed that way. Working for Pier 13 has helped change that, and now he's a fully-adapted member of society. Not.

Character Quirks:

Andy is nuts. He despises himself for being a vampire, but doesn't sit around and mope, no, he goes out and slaughters everything he can while on patrol. If it moves funny and is a creature of the night, it's dead. Sometimes he sneaks out after work and puts himself in a position where he can commit justifiable homicide. Basically, Andy likes violence a little too much, especially against the undead.

Oddly enough, he is easily unmanned by those who know him well, and can easily be unmanned by a few well-placed insults, reducing to stamping and throwing temper tantrums.