Luther isn't much to look at, when you get close enough. He makes it a point to not let you, though, when he can. He's obviously a Gangrel to an observant eye, having had his fair share of run-ins with the Beast. Either he's been around for awhile, or else his unlife has been very interesting! When he ventures out of the shadows, his twisted, clawed hands become apparent, as well as tufted, pointed ears and a smattering of fur running down his back. His lineage is just as apparent by his mannerisms, though; Luther has a tendency to be territorial, like a dog that's gone wild and feral.

Perhaps typical for the breed, er, clan, Luther isn't very sociable. He seems to have few interests beyond the basics of night-to-night survival. Unlife on the outside in a Camarilla city can be difficult, and the Gangrel are reminded of that far too often.

Luther used to have a childe, Shelley, to keep him company. She seems to have left town for parts east, however, and Luther hasn't been seen in quite some time. Not terribly unusual for a Gangrel, but it does make one wonder. Perhaps he's gone to ground to escape Gehenna, or moved on, or even been destroyed. Could it have been the bomb? Who knows.