(WIP)Alan Dobbins
Full Name: Alan Dobbins
Aliases: Al
Age: 28
Gender: Male 
Species: Tabaxi
Birth date: 06,10
Title: Member
Place of origin: St Andrews, New Brunswick, Canada
Sexual orientation: straight
Relationship status:single
weapons:sharp claws as well as teeth 
Criminal record:
Assault with a deadly weapon - stabbed a mark during a botched job.
x42 Break and entering - it was a weekend of "that looks cool/challenging, why not.
grand theft auto - almost made it away if not for the tire blowout.
Careless use of a fire arm
Reckless driving
Vehicles: 1968 landrover series II B to haul around his prized BMW Aurora concept cycle and things he accidentally appropriates.
Backstory:

Why is he who he is.
born in a cardboard box in an alley in a bad part of town. self made, street wise. found a penchant for lockpicking and sleight of hand. worked with a small crew, most of whom were incarcerated, but not before building a small trusted circle of contacts that reached from the lowest of classes to the richest elite. has little need for money and always has it if he needs it. he prefers to trade for new things, rather than pay for them.

Specializes in cyber crimes and B&E's these days.  Low key onsite hacks and break and enters.  Bitcoin theft.

What shaped him.  
A short stint in a small town jail made him aware that he didn’t' like the sleeping accommodations.  

What motivates him.
thrill of the hunt.  brazen in front of your face deception.

What are his fears.
not being accepted socially.

What are his hopes.  
Publicly:  Spending a weekend naked with most of the Dallas Cheerleaders on a large yacht
Privately: being curled up next to someone and just enjoying life together quietly without worry

What are his dreams.
One day to do a grand scale theft of a priceless piece of art from one of the world's master artists like Van Gogh, Dali, or Monet.

What are his mannerisms.
Highly nervous of his tail in the MC, thanks to a small non-human child at a wedding.
Absentmindedly cleans himself from time to time, sometimes mid conversation, he may lick his paw.

How does he carry himself.
Quiet, reserved, not anti social, but anti crowd.  The only good crowd is one for a getaway.
He has a surprisingly dark and morbid temper which lingers below the surface.

How does he view politics, world views, beliefs, religion.
Bad people don't deserve money.  He's happy to help that along.
Governing bodies are meant to be transparent and he goes extra lengths to ensure that.
Pastors of mega-churches need a lesson.
  
What does he do for fun in his spare time.
Hacking and riding.

What does he do for work.  How can he be contacted.  Who are his outside friends.  Where does he hang.  Does he read books or watch tv / moviea.  Does he cook.  Does he party.  How does he party when called upon to do so.  Does he host fancy parties.  Does he have card night does he go to bars pubs or taverns.  What does he eat.  What does he drink.  How is his hygene.  How regimented is he.  How does he relax on weekends.  Does he play music.

He is on his 4th life of 9 at an average of 70 years each time.

 

 

Origins:
Alan Dobbins fourth life began after a late night  building fire, from which he could not escape.  The fact that he set the fire in the first place, just for personal amusement, is simply irrelevant. 
He awoke in an alleyway, his body renewed, and his determination to have more malicious fun, reinvigorated.
For the next few years, he made sure to make a new batch of allies and assets, since his old contacts, literally burned. (a longer story than this needed about the building fire)
He became quite good at liberating objects from people and places, and became well known as someone reliable enough to get even the toughest of things.
He traveled instead of setting roots anywhere specific, and his jobs took him around the world.  He was once asked to retrieve a specific Gem from the English Royals collection for one of his clients.  Investigators were never able to discover how a counterfeited piece ended up in the vaults of the Tower of London.
After a few close calls while working ,and a double crossing comrade, Alan turned to a less obvious form of acquiring wealth and depriving others of theirs.  He only stole from the really bad ones.  The "immorals", he calls them.  Child porn profiters..  Sex worker abusers.
He did it silently, skillfully and used his contacts in the deepest parts of the dark web to get things done.  Their accounts drained, credit ruined, businesses disrupted and shut down.
Through a quirk of fate, he was spotted one day while casing out a motorcycle theft at an MC.  He was stricken by her beauty and powerful manner.  The best part in his mind was that she was a kindred cat-folk.  She intrigued him, and surprisingly, she ended up being the president of the Devoted Spirits.  Through the conversation, she seemed interested that his talents would be beneficial to the club and in the tone that he has become accustomed to now, she strongly advised him, with a hint of threat, that he should become a prospect.
That day, he went out of town, and appropriated a café racer style Ducati.
Later, when one of the members overstepped his bounds, and left the MC with an officers void, Alan stepped up and with his limited experience in the inner workings of an actual MC, offered to be the enforcer.  He knew this club could use his version of 'enforcement' and computer skills.