Trey Miller

Description:

Calling: Reformed Criminal
Nature: Gambler
City of Origin: Las Vegas
Pantheon: Loa
Deity: Legba

Attributes
Strength 3/1, Dexterity 3, Stamina 3/1
Charisma 2, Manipulation 3, Appearance 2
Perception 3, Intelligence 4/1, Wits 4/2

Abilities
Art(Music) 2, Athletics 1, Awareness 3, Brawl 1, Control(Automobile) 4, Craft(Automobile) 1, Empathy 4, Fortitude 2, Integrity 3, Larceny 3, Medicine 1, Melee 2, Occult 3, Stealth 1, Survival 2, Thrown 1

Birthrights
Mama Shone (Guide 3)
Traveler’s Map (Relic 2) [Psychopomp, Prophecy]

Knacks
Strength: Hang On
Stamina: Damage Conversion
Intelligence: Math Genius
Wits: Meditative Focus, Rabbit Reflexes

Boons
Cheval: Rada’s Eye’s, Petro’s Hands
Psychopomp: Unerring Orientation, Where Are You?
Prophesy 1

Virtues
Harmony 4, Intellect 3, Piety 2, Vengeance 1

Other Numbers
Willpower: 7
Legend 3, Legend Pool: 9

Bio:

Trey never knew his mother. She put him up for adoption before his memory began.

He was taken in by Cassidy Miller when he was seven. Sure, he probably did it for the money, but he grew to genuinely care for the kid, eventually adopting him.

Cassidy wasn’t what most people would call a good roll model, but he taught Trey many tricks of the trade. Growing up, Trey learned when hold ’em, when to fold ’em, when to walk away, and when to run. He ALSO learned how to count cards, hide aces, and pick both locks AND pockets.

Most of the year, the two of them lived in Las Vegas, but during summer vacation Cassidy would take them to different cities around the country, and occasionally he’d go out on trips by himself. It was on one of these solo trips during Trey’s freshman year in college that Cassidy disappeared.

Almost two weeks after Cassidy was supposed to have returned, Trey received a note from his da with the address of a motel and the words “come quickly”. By the time he got there, his da had already vacated the premises. The men ransacking over his room hadn’t, though.

They beat him almost to death trying to get information about Cassidy out of him. Considering that they ended the confrontation by putting a shotgun to his chest and pulling the trigger, they probably meant to do more than almost. The thing he heard before losing consciousness was the sound of a door opening and a cane clattering onto the pavement outside.

When Trey woke up, he was bandaged and lying in a motel room bed, his father watching over him. His other father: Legba. Legba told him few things at that time: That he was Trey’s father by blood. That that meant a lot more than it sounded like. That if Trey tried to hunt down Cassidy, he would be putting them both in danger. And that a woman by the name of Shone in Louisiana could tell him more. Legba left Trey a map that he said would guide him to Shone and a bottle of rum to help dull the pain. It was only after his father left that Trey noticed his attackers’ blood pooled on the floor.

On that morbid note, Trey found his way to New Orleans using the enchanted map that his father had given him. He spent the next year and a day under the tutelage of Mama Shone, a vodoo priestess and scion of Damballa

Spare Facts:
Trey drove for the first time when he was fifteen. He and his da were in trouble, but Cassidy was in no state to drive. Alcohol plus a concussion has a tendency to do that to you.

Trey is half-Irish, half-Haitian. Cassidy is full-blooded Irish.

Trey has a limp in his left leg from when it was broken. It’s become a habit, so as a result he still limps when mounting a horse.

At the end his apprenticeship, Mama Shone told Trey to find her and forcefully remove her from the bayou. This took him three days, only seven hours of which were spent locating her.

Trey Miller

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