#bootlegger

Bootlegger Giuseppi Perrano was shot by rival gangsters on March 26, 1930.

IN DEPTH DESCRIPTION OF MY BANNER/LOADING SCREEN POST. If you wish to see all three Act banners together, feel free to refer to that one, but this is the Loading Screen for Act 1 of my VtM Chronicle set in 2023 Los Angeles and a blurb on the character it is attached to. Aka, the Bootlegger. First Act we got Silas Davenport, our Brujah Bootlegger who was in embraced in 1925 while working as a Smuggler during the Prohibition era. Aggressively Smoke coded. Very big guy of interest, he's a Veteran Anarch and one of the oldest Brujah around, albeit doesn't have as much of a presence out of nothing but personal choice because he's grown tired of fighting and tired of fixing other people's bullshit, simply. Now runs a gang that barters resources, connections and information instead of booze, on top of being a very prevalent proprietor after he earned all his sire's speakeasy joints and property when his sire was killed by the Camarilla back in the 40's. And since Nines found out through his missus, Memphis, that he was still very much alive and well awake from his old man nap following the events of October 2004 he has since been begrudgingly roped in by the Downtown Baron in what can best be described as a mutually respectful collaboration. Where Silas helps Nines keep Downtown in one piece through his information and resource plug job. Especially because Silas is one of those Kindred that essentially has eyes everywhere. Decided to predominantly focus on some key things about him. He's an old bastard who is archiac in his own little ways despite being surprisingly well caught up on the modern way of going about things, simply because he is a firm believer of if it ain't broken, why replace it? Especially when the old stuff works just as well if not even better than the new stuff. Prevails especially in his belongings. He still smokes the old fashioned way. He still enjoys his booze, namely his scotch, his bourbon and his whiskey. He still totes around a Tommy Gun he nicknamed Susan because it's got a heft to it that he actually likes unlike the light weighted feel of modern day fire arms, AND takes care of Susan like a baby. He still has a thing for the Blues. Among other things.

He doesn't particularly care for being presentable. He's a rugged old bastard who doesn't care for appearances nor authority and it shows.

October 3rd 1712 a warrant for the arrest of Rob Roy MacGregor by the orders of James Graham, Duke of Montrose.

On a day that’s kinda quiet I dug up this wee story on one of Scotland's most talked about characters.

It wasn’t the first warrant he had issued for his arrest, and might not even have been the last, I will just cover this wee bit of his story though...........

In 1711, Rob Roy borrowed money from the Duke of Montrose. The deal was that Rob would purchase some cattle, fatten them up and sell them in England. Both men would share the profits, but it’s said that Rob’s associate disappeared with the money. Despite trying all he could, Rob was unable to get the money back.

A warrant for Rob’s arrest was issued by the furious Duke of Montrose. Rob tried to clear his name, but he was declared an outlaw.

MacGregor then carried out a feud with Graham for some years. Montrose was responsible for corruption charges, earning himself unpopularity through the famous Jacobite.

There are several differing versions of Rob Roy’s life and the feud with Montrose, what is known is he was forced Rob off his land and his farm is said to have been torched, one tale also says his wife was raped by Montrose’s factor, Graham of Killearn, I’m not sure how much truth is in that version.

What is known is Rob mounted a campaign of thieving and lawlessness against Montrose. He would go around the tenants collecting their rent, saying it was in the name of Montrose. So when Killearn the factor turned up for the rent, it had been already paid Rob Roy.

Rob continued his exploits against Montrose until 1722, when Argyll brought about a reconciliation. Later, however, Rob was arrested and confined in Newgate Prison, London; he was pardoned in 1727 when about to be transported to Barbados.

Rob Roy became a legend in his own life time when author Daniel Defoe published a fictionalised account of his life, The Highland Rogue, in 1723. His resulting popularity may have influenced the decision to pardon him, although oor Roland Obrien has his own suspicions as regards to that!

His fame increased when Sir Walter Scott published his novel Rob Roy in 1817, and he has continued to be a popular figure on stage and screen ever since.

She's basically what would happen if Fair started falling more to the anti-cog propaganda, turning into a frozen killing machine. I didn't intend for this to be as snowgrave as it turned out but oh well