Antone Vale

low level dealer and pimp 

Antone was born and raised in Chicago. He always chafed at the political and economic strata he, and anyone else of color, was kept. Antone was was always vocal, despite his parents warnings, as he called for change. He was regularly harassed by the police, and others, receiving many beatings and arrests. 
It was during one such 'arrest' when Antone again found himself tossed, beaten and bleeding, into a cell. Times were hard, it was the great recession, and they were stamping down hard on any notion of civil progress or workers rights. However, he wasn't alone and in the cell was another. He sat on his bench as Antone languished on his own, and he kept asking Antone deep, probing questions. The questions turned into a conversation and deep in the bowels of the precinct night turned to day and the stranger fell into a deep slumber. The police came around with breakfast and lunch, but the stranger wouldn't wake so Antone simply ate his shares. 
Eventually, the other man woke and smiled as Antone was wolfing down both his own serving but also the strangers. 

He asked Antone if he wanted to truly have a chance to change things and Antone, rather dubiously, nodded his head. He was embraced in that blood, sweat, and urine-soaked cell. With his new power, he busted his sire and himself out. The pair gorged on the terrified cops and escaped. He spent the next several years leaning the ways of the Brujah and the Camarilla. Eventually, he left Chicago and ended up in Miami.