John Bradley

In life, John Bradley was renowned for being one of the single worst business executives in the media industry who somehow managed to remain among the rich and famous. The reason was that he was a shrewd, ruthless and apathetic scumbag even by media standards. A bloated, corpulent wreck of a human being, Bradley was well-used to getting everything he ever wanted. When he became a vampire, not much changed.

Ostensibly a member of Clan Ventrue, even other Ventrue were often off-put by his manner of speaking and his astounding ego. He proved useful to many a court in his time but was driven out of each with a warning not to return, few rulers willing to allow his arrogance to grow unchecked. Having made his way to New York City, John Bradley thought it might be time to settle down. He called upon his coterie members from the Fat Bastards and has spent five years making an unlife for himself in NYC.

He has had a difficult time of things here. The Prince refuses to play ball and accept what John and his coterie could do for the Camarilla, they get barely any of the respect they deserve and he's been put in charge of keeping this uppity Anarch bitch alive and well.

Oh, and he's dead now. Shame about that.