TEXT: Clan: Daeva
  Covenant: Invictus
  Embrace: 1982
  Apparent Age: 19
  Mental Attributes:
  Intelligence 2
  Wits 3
  Resolve 2
  Physical Attributes: 
  Strength 4
  Dexterity 3
  Stamina 2
  Social Attributes: 
  Presence 2
  Manipulation 2
  Composure 2
  Mental Skills: 
  Academics 2
  Computer 1
  Politics (Invictus) 1
  Physical Skills: 
  Athletics 4, 
  Brawl (Tackle) 4
  Drive 2
  Firearms 1.
  Social Skills:
  Animal Ken
  (Farm Animals) 1
  Intimidation
  (Physical Awe) 3
  Socialize
  (Yo, Word Up) 1
  Streetwise 1
  Subterfuge 2
  Merits:
  Giant 4
  Fast Reﬂ exes 1
  Contacts 2
  Resources 2
  Status: 
  Invictus 1
  Haven 2
  Willpower: 4
  Humanity: 7
  Virtue: Hope
  Vice: Sloth
  Health: 8
  Initiative: 6
  8 with Celerity
  Defense: 3
  5 with Celerity
  Speed: 12
  Blood Potency: 1
  Disciplines: 
  Celerity 2
  Vigor 2
  Vitae/ per Turn: 10/1
  No one ever seems to know quite how to respond when a hulking, 
  blue-eyed blonde giant, decked out in bling, approaches and says, 
  “Yo yo dawg, wussup?”
  Sometimes, while they’re nonplussed, Mayﬁ eld grabs them and 
  puts on the bite.
  Those who get to know The Earth a little better seem to think 
  that he genuinely doesn’t get how odd the idea of a homeboy/
  farm boy crossbreed is. He buys the same CDs, resides in the same 
  south-side ghetto, pays cover to hear the same DJs spin, wears the 
  same clothes… why would he ever think he’s not keepin’ it real?
  He notices the curious stares, of course he does, but if he doesn’t 
  write it off as a reaction to his size (which he’s been getting all 
  his life), half the time he assumes it’s because he’s wearing a Cubs 
  shirt or hat. (Cubs fans in Sox territory are a rarity.)
  It’s a curious blind spot, because The Earth is not generally naïve. 
  C’mon. He was a football star, at a Big Ten college. That alone 
  exposed him to double standards, hypocrisy and corruption 
  roughly equivalent to a year in the U.S. Senate. He knows how 
  the game works and he knows that acting dumb can actually be 
  the same as playing smart. But Mayﬁ eld is still an outsider, and in 
  a way he always has been. His extraordinary size is just one part 
  of it. Being pretty ﬂ y for a white guy is another part. As for the 
  Embrace? Vampires are the biggest outsiders of them all.
  So he’s Invictus, and a very junior grade Sheriff, and he can 
  operate in that milieu (if not exactly thrive). But at the same 
  time he’s down with Lupines (if not nearly as cozy as he lets some 
  of his fellow Kindred believe) and working the meaner streets 
  where you’d expect Carthians. Outside even that, he’s a rural lad 
  at heart.
  Is it any wonder Mayﬁ eld’s willing to hire out to the highest 
  bidder? He doesn’t ﬁ t in anywhere, so he’s equally comfortable (if 
  you can call it that) everywhere.
  Mayﬁ eld “The Earth” Baines
  Mayﬁ eld got his nickname when he was a lineman on the foot-
  ball team for Davenport West high school in Iowa. Maybe he was 
  exposed to too many hormones on the family hog farm (his younger 
  sister did have breasts and pubic hair at age 9), but Mayﬁ eld grew 
  and grew. By the time he was a freshman at Iowa State, he was 
  7’2” and 273 lbs. That was 1984, and that was the year he got 
  Embraced by a nomad coterie that felt a desperate need for some 
  muscle to back off a Lupine pack that was harrying them.
  Mayﬁ eld didn’t know what the hell he’d gotten himself into, 
  and had no idea why it was stupid to negotiate with Lupines. 
  So he negotiated with the Lupines, sold out his sire and the rest 
  of the nomads to them, and then got the hell out of there to 
  someplace no one would recognize him. The nearest really huge 
  city was Chicago.
  The Invictus ﬁ nally admitted him after a decade of turning up 
  their noses at “the nomad freak” but the rapport he’d developed 
  with Lupines (which mostly consists of not being scared shit-
  less of them), along with his growing ability to throw his weight 
  around, got him a place as a junior Hound for the court. It’s well 
  known that he’ll freelance as a heavy, too.
  Goal: A Little Farm
  In his heart, Earth isn’t a city boy. He likes ﬁ elds and nature and 
  trees and streams and all that other non-bleeding shit that most 
  vampires ignore. (He will miss hip-hop when he moves out, but 
  you can get that off satellite TV, right?) His dream is to ﬁ nd a 
  farm out by a small town, or maybe buy a bed-and-breakfast, and 
  be the only vampire around – being on the bottom of the Invictus 
  ladder has given him enough lackey experience to last him the 
  rest of eternity.
  He’s not unaware of the problems of being a solo vampire in the 
  middle of nowhere and a small, contained population. But unlike 
  most Kindred, he’s looking for solutions to those challenges, 
  instead of withdrawing from them.
  What He’s Got
  First and foremost, he’s a badass. He’s no Solomon Birch, but 
  he has the advantage of very much looking the part. Often his 
  hulking presence and reputation are enough to settle matters 
  before they start. He’s got some minor contacts among the 
  Lupines, too. The pack that let him live stays in intermittent 
  contact, though they aren’t locals. Through them he has wary 
  contact with other local Lupines, an avenue of communication 
  that is rarely used, but which both groups are glad to have.
  He’s also got some of the beneﬁ ts of being an Invictus ofﬁ cer 
  – access to money, mortal inﬂ uence, a decent place to crash.
  What He Needs
  He’d like freedom from his Invictus obligations – or, ideally, some 
  scheme to transform them into an obligation to watch some small 
  town out in the sticks.
  He needs money to buy his dream retirement farm and he’s only 
  about a quarter of the way there. He’ll also need someone to run 
  it during the day, a ghoul or at least a blood addict. Unfortunately 
  for him, there don’t seem to be a lot of people with Ag degrees in 
  the blood fetish underground.
  Most of all, he needs someone to teach him hiding and intrusion 
  techniques, because the “sleep bandit” approach seems to be the 
  best feed method for his plans.
  Project: Saving Dana Barron
  Dana Barron is the subject of a death sentence in Chicago, but is 
  proving embarrassingly hard to apprehend.  A ghoul with twenty 
  years’ experience in the Kindred community, she ﬁ nally snapped 
  and killed her notoriously abusive domitor. Many within the 
  Invictus were glad to see the bastard turn to ash (especially since 
  they couldn’t do it themselves without risking Maxwell’s ire), but 
  it just won’t do to let ghouls get ideas above their station. Never-
  theless, between her knowledge of Kindred tells (like mirrors) 
  and weaknesses (like daylight) and her plain old ability to recog-
  nize many vampires on sight, she’s been able to stay hidden for 
  six months now. Human proxies have been sent after her by 
  day, but no one’s naïve enough to be surprised if they have some 
  sympathy for her plight. She’s also presumed to be sheltered by 
  one (or more) of her dead domitor’s rivals, either as a reward or 
  because she’s blackmailing the Kindred by agreeing to cover up 
  some involvement.
  The Earth wants to ﬁ nd her ﬁ rst, not so that he can get a gold star 
  from his asshole bosses, but so that he can offer her a deal: She 
  gets the hell out of town and sets up shop in some obscure town, 
  establishing a presence. He visits periodically to keep the edge of 
  her addiction off, and she becomes his experienced thrall out on 
  the farm. Unfortunately for Earth, ﬁ nding her is going to be more 
  than a one-man job. He might look inside the Invictus for help, 
  but more likely he wants someone outside the food chain, so that 
  he can keep things mum. In return, he’s got both the carrot and 
  the stick to offer. The stick is the threat of a horrible whuppin’. 
  The carrot is the promise of a whuppin’ for someone else.
  Mayﬁ eld “The Earth” Baines
  
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