Don's Questionnaire

Don lives in Atlanta, Georgia. Besides being the place that he was born, the rent in Atlanta on his cozy (read: shitty) little apartment in the city is pretty cheap, even by modern standards. Atlanta, being the city that it is, is a place where Don can branch out and get the things that he needs (or thinks he needs) with a little bit of elbow grease, and a generous dollop of money. Being a dedicated lifter, his trenbolone diet demands that he stay close to the pulse of the city itself, even if he wants absolutely nothing to do with its denizens.

Don lives in a 390sq/ft apartment that has absolutely no room for visitors. In one corner is the gun and equipment rack, and in the other is his dedicated computer setup - right next to the bed, where it belongs. 

Don worked hard in his early life, eschewing things like socializing and forming serious relationships in order to concentrate on two things: investment banking, and powerlifting. While the man is a undersocialized meathead, he has built an impressive stock portfolio that pays dividend to the point where he now only needs to work part-time, and can focus more on the things that make him truly happy. 

Primarily, Don spends his money on trenbolone for his workout schedule, and various firearms for his off days. Keeping in contact with unsavory people in order to get his fix, Don is well-known for being a bit of a gun nut. This addiction keeps him on the cutting edge of civilian gear, but it also keeps his bank account in the red.

Don isn't a particularly bright fellow - his ambition is low, and his wonts are very simple. What he does want, though, is the ability to improve his lifts to a professional level, and go far, far beyond it. Spotting his opportunities within the supernatural, Don is convinced that vampires in particular will have the ability to extend their natural physical prowess to unheard-of levels, while also being able to mostly maintain the idea that they are, indeed, human. It doesn't help that Don is hopelessly addicted to goth chicks, and thinks that vampirism is a sure way to get to meet the best of them. 

Greed, though, is certainly something that Don is accustomed with, and he would be more than willing to compromise both personal and professional relationships (those few that he bothers to maintain) in order to seek this goal out. After all, what are any of these concerns, in the face of an eternity of fame, fortune, and hot goth babes?

Early in Don's career, a combination of adrenalin-fueled (bad) decisions and heavy steroid usage forced Don into a self-defense scenario that ended up with the death of the dealer he was meeting with. Instead of feeling distraught or concerned over what he had done, Don realized quite quickly that he didn't actually care about anyone involved, other than himself. Weaponizing that lack of emotion became something that Don leaned into - the power to do a great deal of things that others would shy away from, to handle problems without kiddie gloves on, and to generally do whatever he wanted without far-reaching repercussions. 

Though Don doesn't consider himself traditionally close to many people in his life, he does have a great love in his heart for his family - particularly his mother and father (Anne, and James Krepish, respectively). He views them as competent and caring people, worthy of feeling as though they're adored and cherished, and goes out of his way to make them feel that way every time he interacts with them out of a respect for them both. Though he has various bits of family dotted around the continental US, there are none that he admires more than his mother and father.

Don's best friend is Roxanne Purefoy, a woman who in many ways is an absolute opposite to Don. Charismatic and extroverted, "Roxie," injects herself into Don's life at any given opportunity - sometimes to try to get a rise out of him, sometimes to get him to work for her in some way; sometimes it's just a drunken booty call at 3am. It's no secret, however, that the two are thick as thieves, and Don is quite fond of her in his own exceedingly odd way.