A ghost, a rumor, a legend. Nobody really knows what the so-called One-Eyed King is or what his game is. If the rumors are true he operates a criminal network of homeless and junkies while putting on airs of being King Arthur holding court at his round table.

Hideously mutilated, those that have seen him and heard him aren't sure what to make of him. He sounds like a delusional Malkavian, has the appearance of a Nosferatu, sometimes spouts claws and the bestial visgae of a Gangrel and puts on airs of nobility like he was the grandest of Ventrue. Most write him off as some kind of crazy Caitiff and so long as his craziness doesn't violate the Masquerade the Prince seems content to let him continue his petty crimes.

His features are lumpy and reddened with black scar lines all along his body. His head is completely bald save for a few stray tufts of stringy blonde hair. His left eye is a terrifying, lidless gouge that stares blackly into the nigh while his right eye is a piercing blue. The One-Eyed King carries himself with a lowly, shambling gait, keeping his back doubled to appear as a weak and weary old man although, when roused, he draws himself up to his full, impressive
height.

His lieutenants have presented him with a top hat and a paper crown from a Christmas cracker pushed down onto it. The crown is the one pristine part of his clothing as it is renewed every time the old one wears out, though the hat remains tattered and dirty.