Hi Ki Cho

Young clanless Neonate under the protection of the Baron of Pasadena

Name: Hi Ki Cho Nature: Survivor Clan: Caitiff
Player: Piggymoo Demeanor: Bon Vivant Generation: 11th
Title: None Concept: Intellectual Outcast Sire: Unknown

Strength: ● Charisma: ●● Perception: ●●●
Dexterity: Lightning Reflexes ●●●● Manipulation: ●● Intelligence: Problem Solver ●●●●
Stamina: ●●● Appearance: ●● Wits: ●●●

Alertness: ●●● Animal Ken: ● Academics: ●●●
Athletics: ● Crafts: ● Computer: ●●
Brawl: Drive: Finance:
Dodge: ●● Etiquette: ● Investigation:
Empathy: Firearms: Law: ●
Expression: Melee: Linguistics: Korean/Spanish ●●
Intimidation: Performance: Medicine: ●
Leadership: Security: Occult: ●
Streetwise: ●●● Stealth: ●●● Politics:
Subterfuge: Survival: ● Science: ●●●

Celerity: ● Generation: ●● Conscience: ●●●●
Fortitude: ● Herd: ●●● Self-Control: ●●●
Obfuscate: ● Resources: ● Courage: ●●●

MERITS FLAWS Humanity: ●●●●● ●●
Common Sense (1pt) Nightmares (1pt) Willpower: ●●●●● ●
Danger Sense (2pts) Phobia – Spiders (1pt) Blood Pool: 12
Light Sleeper (2pts) Repelled by Crosses (3pts) Points per turn: 1

Weakness: While Caitiff are free from the obligations of belonging to a Clan it is little comfort when weighed against the drawbacks of their situation. They do not benefit from the normal protections and assistance inherent with being part of a Clan. Furthermore, they have no voice among Camarilla Kindred and in fact are often used as scapegoats by their politically minded brethren. No Caitiff may begin the game with the Status background, although it can be earned during the chronicle through role-playing.

Age: 22 Apparent Age: 18 R.I.P:
Sex: Female Hair: Blue Dreadlocks Eyes: Dark Brown
Height: 5.4 Weight: Race: Korean


I was always a very bright child growing up, even skipped a few grades. My parents doted on me and they we’re my world. We lived a typical happy life in the Koreatown area of San Fransisco. Everything was great until the night where everything was turned upside-down. There was a heavy rain pouring down as my parents and I were driving back from an out of town trip. My father rounded a bend and saw something in the road. He quickly swerved and we went off the side. We rolled down the shallow hillside for what seemed an eternity, but in reality was most likely only about 15 seconds. As I regained my bearings, I looked to my parents in the front of the car and realized they did not make it. Panic set in and I scrambled to undo the seat-belt, only to find that the locking mechanism was damaged during the crash and I could not release myself. With the front end of the car tipped downward, I lay in my restraints hovering over the dead bodies of my parents. I drifted in and out of consciousness for about an hour before rescue arrived to remove me from the vehicle. This is how I will forever remember my 9th birthday.

With no other family, I was taken in by my Grandmother, who I knew about as well as her neighbors in her small L.A. apartment. My Grandmother did not like the quality of the L.A. public school system and took it upon herself to home-school me. Falling into a depression and feeling completely out of place, I dove headlong into my schoolwork. By the time I was 16, I was on track to graduate early and began taking college prep courses to supplement my schooling.

On the occasions that I wasn’t doing school work I would leave the apartment as I felt like I was living with a stranger. Don’t get me wrong, my Grandmother was a very nice person and took good care of me. I just didn’t know her that well and to be honest did not want to get close to someone again. There was a group of Hispanic girls in the neighborhood that I began to hang out with. Spending time with them helped me quickly learn Spanish, both proper and slang versions of the language.

Looking for more ways to get out of the house, I took a part time job at the local mall working in a retail shop. Typically I would work four hour shift until about 8pm. One night, after closing the store, I headed across the empty parking lot to the bus stop on the corner. About halfway there I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and had a distinct feeling of being watched. I quickened my pace and promptly sat at the bus stop bench. Looking around there was no one in sight and I was able to slow down my breathing.

Hi Ki Cho

Blood Is Thicker Than Water Piggymoo