Carson Landry's age is showing. From his casual clothing to his 'Net-slang, it's obvious that he must be a whelp. He could easily be mistaken for a mortal or ghoul, in fact, if not for the telltale pale aura and the thirst for blood. Although friendly and pleasing enough to look at, he tends to be somewhat of an outsider looking in at this point in his short unlife.

The thirst for blood has taken over his existence now, though. Once the wizard of the Internet for the local Anarch contingent, now it's the thirst that takes up all of his time. Practically crippled by the new Hunger, it falls to Malcolm, Thurman and the others to take care of him. Although the Kindred aren't known for such touching concern, even vampires form real friendships from time to time. The Gangrel coterie seems proof enough of that.