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Sunday, October 30, 2016

William Lee Travis

Concept: Serial Killer (Retired)/Ugallu-Predator

AKA: The only people who ever call William Travis “Billy” are his mama (Deceased, god rest her soul) and people who are looking to die horribly.

Desc: Tallish and lanky. Clean shaven, and while he’s lost most of his hair on top, it's grown longish in the back to the point where he can ponytail it if he wants. He rarely bothers. His hair is silvering. His orange jumpsuit makes him look a bit sallow. Doesn’t look like he has much meat on his bones, but as old as he is, he is still rattlesnake quick.  He is on record as having a disdain for ink, but his shoulder blades have an impressive set of wings. People who ask him about them usually find that he stares at them until they get unnerved and walk away.  Billy rarely blinks.  And while he smiles a lot and laughs occasionally, that smile never touches his eyes.

History: Billy Travis has been on this road for a long time. He never tortured animals, but all the rest of the troubled youth stuff, he did that in spades. He was abused as a kid too.  Not excusing here. Just explaining.
He’d have cracked open and gotten devoured a long time ago had it not been for Sarah. Sarah had been working in the office of the Auto body shop where Billy earned his money. They hit it off and in about a year, they knew they’d get married.
    Billy loved her. And while their life was never exactly smooth, he never EVER raised a hand to her. He wasn’t going to be like his father. No. Not ever. On this point he was adamant. Billy worked steady and helped Sarah pay for community college looking down the road for someday.  Auto body work pays fairly well.  Billy began to gather himself for making a downpayment on a house...The future looked bright.

In a years time, it all came crashing down. Billy’s mama died, and her burial debts ended up forcing him to sell her house to cover them. Then her Life insurance company screwed Billy pretty hard. So her medical bills ate the rest of the house money and what he had in the bank for his own place.  The tension caused him and Sarah to hit a bad patch, which Billy chalked up to hormones because Sarah had finally caught pregnant after a couple of years of trying.  Billy knew that things were pretty bad, but he kept trying to keep things level.
Then in Sarah’s seventh month, they rushed to the hospital.  The baby didn’t make it. Sarah didn’t make it.  And then, as if all that wasn’t bad enough. Billy found out that, Sarah had been fucking her English teacher and it was his baby that killed her.
   He went home to their apartment. He sat on the couch in the dark. When arose from the couch, he went out, found himself a prostitute, paid for her time, got his ashes hauled, and then he strangled her to death and dumped her in a culvert out on state road 26.
  He killed 85 women and transient men in the space of 14 years before they finally caught him.
And when they did, he went peaceably. As if he knew, and didn’t mind for some reason.
  He refused to plea bargain. He refused to plead insanity. Helped to close a dozen cases in order to avoid the death penalty but that seems like it was all he wanted to do.   They sent him to the Clearwater Correctional Institute for Men to serve 26 consecutive life sentences.
    Now he lives a particularly quiet life. He reads.  He has the kind of serial killer infamy that makes for dozens of pen-pals, (mostly psychologists and freaks), and the gruesome nature of his crimes tends to discourage other inmates from screwing with him. And those who don’t pay any heed to their fellow prisoners, and screw with him anyway, tend to meet bad ends. Billy doesn’t want to crew up.  Billy doesn’t give a shit who is the head bull in the yard. Billy doesn’t care about any of that.  In fact, he’s a model prisoner for the most part.

What many people don’t understand is the William Lee Travis is a Beast. And he is exactly where he wants to be. His environment is perfect for his needs. He does a bit of casual investigation into the teacher who banged his wife and the insurance company that fucked him over.  The intelligence he’s gathered on them is already quite impressive. His powers make it possible for him to leave at any time he desires (He’s in the super-max wing. He has no cell mate.)  And in fact, most of the CO’s and inmates are scared shitless of him. (His tendency to use Eyes of Heaven, and then be able to tell you intimate details about yourself is terrifying to some.)   He hunts the people who have done him wrong on the outside, having the perfect alibi of being in jail at the time.  Maybe someday when he reaches the end of his list. (He’s saving that teacher for last.) He may take wing and never come back here...and then again, he has found that he’s perfectly comfortable here.   After all, any HERO who comes around looking for him is going to have to break IN to a federal penitentiary.

Attitude: “Kid. You and I will get along fine as long as you don’t upset my applecart.”

Skills: He is a talented mechanic but since his arrest, his interest in engineering has changed completely. He has been checking out books on psychology and sociology from the prison library. By this point, he’s probably got a degree’s worth of psychology under his belt.  He’s not terribly strong, but he IS fast and knows how to use surprise to his benefit. Mentally, he’s about average, and gaining a little maybe. Socially...Well. He doesn’t talk much anymore.  He really doesn’t have to.

Gear: Doesn’t even bother to have a shiv. His only personal possession is a little radio that he keeps tuned to the classic rock station in town. He doesn’t even bother with contraband with the occasional exception of junk food. There aren’t too many who know it, but Billy will murder another inmate for a kit-kat bar. I ain’t even playin. 

Home: Block D.  Although, it should be noted that his Lair has taken on the semblance of the prison too. In fact, if he desires it he can lure someone into his lair without them necessarily noticing that they’ve gone astray.  William has made connections with a few Beasts on the outside and doesn’t mind them using his lair as a kind of grand central station. He’s even willing to allow members of the family to slake their unnatural hungers on his pent-up prisoners, as long as they keep it on the down-low, and don’t come around hat in hand, too often.

Circle: While William may not necessarily be the Apex Predator in your chronicle, he is almost certainly something of an elder statesman. He knows a Gangrel that comes around once a quarter to visit. (resting in the sod of the prison yard) and they get along fine.
He’s got weird pull with his freak pen-pals and enjoys messing with the odd psychologists.  (Although there is at least one of them that he thinks might be family... You just never know about these things.  He’s been casually talking with the woman about dream symbolism. Feeling her out.) 

Story Uses:
“No no. I’ll be happy to help you close that case.  But I'll need you to do something for me...”
Yeah. Shake that devil’s hand. And he’ll even make sure he lives up to his end. It’s a pride thing with him.  But you’ll always wonder whether that little errand he had you do was something terrible.   Some of them will be things like, “Kill a gopher and mail it to this address.” others will be things like, “Go to the Valley View Mall and take a piece of blue chalk and write “Knight to Queen’s bishop, check” on the wall of the third stall of the ladies room.”   Obviously, he might just be fucking with you.

“It’s not personal. I’m just doing a favor for Trey. You remember Trey don’t you?”
William can leave at any time. Which means he can be a problem for lots of people on the outside.  I really hope you don’t actually work for a life insurance company.


Connections:
*It is safe to infer that every single one of the Law enforcement professionals detailed in these pages have heard some stuff about William Lee Travis. Its veracity is entirely up to you.
* If Lewis Flowers is ever caught, The Family will gain a new member in fairly short order

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