Kevin
Kevin is relatively new to the area, originally hailing from the east coast. For better or worse, he's a fairly stereotypical Malkavian -- weird, obviously a little mad, enigmatic, and at times downright frustrating to interact with. He possesses a somewhat child-like and immature demeanor, and this can at times cause him to be overlooked. It doesn't help that he usually dresses like he's on a middle school field trip. Who embraced this testament to arrested development?
Oh well. At least he's generally in good spirits and is always down to bring some levity to any given situation -- whether or not it's wanted.
* Malkavian: Fellow loon? Let's hang out.
* Pop Culture: Kevin is rarely seen without his trusty backpack, which contains his walkman, several cassettes, and a variety of comics. He'll talk your ear off about his favorite music or superheroes, whether you want him to or not.
Ha-Joon: I don't think he likes me very much.
Eddie: Are we still allowed to go do Al Capone stuff since you got a new job?
Levi: My clanmate. He gets confused sometimes, but I'll make sure he's on time. Haha! On time!
Trixie: What a relief. I thought they were going to ask me to do your job. I didn't want to swordfight for it.
Claudia: She's very nice to me. She gave me new music, and didn't even ask for anything in return. Wait, should I be nervous about that?
Abraham: Smile, ya big grumpus. Wait, don't tell him I called him a name. I take it back.
Ana: I forgot to ask if I could have nunchucks too!
Murk: I really like him, but is he allowed to come play with us? This wasn't in my civics class, but I feel like the Tremere aren't really big on civil rights. It's a shame, especially since he can just fly away.
