Blooper Hagen
"You call that evil? Oh, little pup, you aint seen the things thatll tickle your cold innards and put writhing eels in them."
Part of a Sabbat pack that has haunted the Midwest off-and-on since the 80's, Max "Blooper" Hagen dropped completely off the map a couple of year ago only to reappear again, now without his Sabbat packmates.
Blooper is a large man who appears to be in his late 30s to early 40s. For a man of the streets, he keeps his red beard and long, brown hair well groomed. He likes to keep the sides of his head shaved. A perpetual scowl adorns his face. Even with the Blush of Life, there is something preternaturally savage about him.
Blooper dresses the part of the biker faded jeans, leather chaps, leather vest with the colors of his crew, and a network of patches containing symbols recognizable only to Kindred in the know. When the weather demands, he dons a leather jacket, wearing his vest over it in the biker culture fashion.