Malcolm Kimberlee
"Yes, yes, I already said that." He rolled his eyes, though he did start to wonder. Maybe she was a vampire hunter herself, in that case this could not stand. If it came to that, he might have to kill her. Vampires, monsters and whatever are fine within reason, but competition is bad for business.Especially when a certain someone apparently had the monopoly already.
"Werewolves, vampires, demons, bah! Magi are honestly more troublesome. Having your spine broken is one thing, but being dead beats being lecture material. Trust me, I'd know."
Malcolm smiled smugly, and suddenly his tone of voice changed like he was imitating some sort of parody of british royalty. His ears had already started to turn red after a while, but there was no mistaking the alcohol in his breath.
"The Kimberlee lineage is one full of history and tradition. The association looks quite highly upon progeny of our blood. The brightest scholars and researchers of the americas all came from out prestigious family. As heir, I- pfffft! Haha, okay, okay, that was too much! What a joke, huh?"
He took another bite of pie, but just after he swallowed, he looked a tad bit different, perhaps even solemn. It was the sort of biter smile you'd expect from someone who was used at laughing at life.
"Honestly, I couldn't stand it." He said, suddenly very seriously. He just toyed with his fork while rambling, as if bored. "It was dull. Every day was the same boring routine; lectures on theories I didn't want anything to do with, social visits with family I couldn't stand, parties with no one I cared about. I just wanted a little excitement. Something dangerous. I hooked up with the Enforcers. Spent quite a few years doing jobs for them. Made a lot of coin, but I didn't care. I didn't really need it... I was running with them because it fit, made me feel alive."
Malcolm sighed and just laid back on his chair, blonde hair was covering his eyes by now, but there was some hesitation to his story.
"Well, after a while my father caught on to what I was doing. He confronted me one night and gave me a choice. Either leave the family, or he'd have me stored in a jar of formol. Gave me a day to say my goodbyes to everyone, not that I really cared... Well, between odd jobs and the usual enforcer work, can't say I ever had nothing to do. One of my jobs involved capturing some apostle researching on parallel worlds, was about to get him when there was some sort of magic accident, and that was it. I've been here ever since. And you know what? Despite what I left behind, I don't regret it one bit."