Murdock
Murdock was the Malkavian Primogen. He replaceed the previous Primogen who was lost in the conflict with the Sabbat. He was younger than the other Primogen, and didn't have the same history as most of them do.
Murdock was a veteran pilot of The Great War (aka World War One), and was truly one of the first pioneers of aviation. He can fly anything with a propeller or wings. Those not touched by Malkav's curse are not sure these machines were supposed to fly, but Murdock makes them fly anyway. He is an expert with a sword or a gun, and dabbles in High Society and Occult influences.
Murdock met his final death on 2013-07-12.
Bedtime Stories with Primogen Murdock
Oh hey! It's you! But you knew that, didn't you? No, not You…you! You're…who are you again? Nevermind, it doesn't matter. Did you shut the door? Put the kettle on? Good, good. Mustn't let the kettle go cold. Keep that in mind, now.
Where was I…? Oh yeah, you wanted to know about the good old days, didn't you? Well, you know what Billy Joel said? The good old days weren't always good, tomorrow ain't as bad as it seems. He also said something about faith I think.
*Suddenly, Murdock leaps from the couch and dives into the corner, screaming all the way.*
HIT THE DECK! INCOMING! HEADING ZERO-ONE-NINER! FALL BACK! FALL BACK! THE TREES! THE TREES!
*Murdock gets back up off the floor, crawls back out of the corner, and sits down Buddha-style on the couch, acting as if his outburst never happened.*
(In a decidedly false British accent) Dammit, Jeeves! You've left the kettle to go cold again. I shall be forced to flog you once more!
(Switching seemlessly back into his usual American accent) I knew there was something wrong with that guy, first time I saw him. I told Craxus, “Watch the way he twitches. Something's not right, and when the crazy guy's telling you that something's not right, you better listen”, you know?
(Switching then to an hispanic accent, which is really horrible and also hard to place which hispanic locale he's attempting to emulate with it) But no, Ess-Ay. He don' wanna listen to meee. Wha' do I know, anyways, eh?
(Switching back to the American accent) I'm just the crazy guy.
*Murdock's eyes seem to snap back into the present for just a few seconds, and he becomes extremely lucid all of a sudden. He leans towards you and whispers earnestly.“
You watch out for the hat. The hat will eat your head, and will crush your heart, and will devour your soul, and you won't be able to get them back when it does.
*His eyes glaze back over, and he commences muttering over and over*
Told you to keep the kettle hot. Nobody listens to me. Now the tea's gone cold again.