Born in Florida in 1952 to his future sire Erin, Theodore grew up with his grandparents after his mother left him in 1955. He spent 7 years in New York (after Woodstock) training with the Black Panthers and returned home to Florida in 1976 in search of his mother. Reunited at last one year later, Erin embraced Theodore in 1978. In 1981, she left him, promising to return in 7 years. Theodore Travels to Connecticut for four years to re-educate himself, but returns by 1987 to await the arrival of his mother and sire. In 1990, after tired of waiting, Theodore sets off in search of his mother/sire, following rumors of her whereabouts. He arrives in West Virginia in 1997 and stays with some City Gangrel for two years and learns that his mother/sire is said to have been spotted in Morgantown. Arriving in Morgantown in 1999, Theodore finds no trace of his mother, but after taking the life of the Prince, decides to stay on and serve as Morgantown's Sheriff. At this time, his boss in the Annubi left on personal business and leaves Theodore in charge in his absence. Theodore appointed Erik Laudran as his Deputy and together (with the help of some out-of-town friends) they recently conquered (but not destroyed) the Sabbat. Since then, both Theodore and his near-brother Erik have become both feared and respected throughout Morgantown and hold sway over most of the city and its inhabitants.

In His Own Words

So...you're new in town, eh? Well, Camarilla or not, there are some things you should know before you waltz around like you own the place. First of all, you might think you know who's running the show in town. The simple truth is...no one knows. Everyone is concerned with their own agendas and if we all sat down and tried to figure it out, it would take us decades to figure out who really was in control. Yet, for the time being, we are all content with the illusory power structure within the Camarilla.

Allow me to introduce myself: my name is Theodore, and i'm the Law here. I operate as Sheriff for Morgantown and I currently head the Gangrel of the city along with my partner and friend, Erik. While Erik tends to be hotheaded and rash, I see things in a different light. Yeah, yeah, "Gangrel" and "Think First" aren't words that tend to be associated with one another, but I prefer to look at things from a 'Common Sense' point of view rather than rush into a situation blindly. Although he rarely thinks things through, Erik's rashness has saved lives before and he is an invaluable person. Sure, we've had our disagreements, but we are Gangrel, and we look after our own.

A few notes on me in case you ever get the opportunity to make my acquaintance. I rarely speak outloud unless, of course, you've either pissed me off or helped me in some way. Upon first glance, I project an intimidating presence. I hide my true feelings and emotions behind a mask of indifference. I warn you though, be very careful for the duration of your visit. Clan Gangrel is not one to be crossed. Thank you, and goodnight.