The Biker, a contact for Lost Girls

A contact for Weird Writer's Lost Girls. Perfumed with gasoline, leather, tobacco, and sweat, the Biker haunts the highways at the edges of Saint Tenebrae. Speed defines him: movement, action, and amphetamines. The Biker charges recklessly toward what he wants to confront, waving a tire iron like a saber. When he wants to run he is already long gone. Nightfall carries him on a four-stroke engines to the fringes, where he congregates in packs with his boys to share a fantasy of wildness and freedom. In this way, he is a werewolf. The Biker is not Lost, though he believes himself to be, and is thus eligible as the gang's second contact. His free-wheeling life is already subterranean to the daylit world of ordinary people, which makes him delusional skeptical that the supernatural one inhabited by the Lost Girls could exist. He cultivates an air of brooding and sensitive machismo while struggling to manage his fiery temper. At his best, he is loyal and brave; at his worst, he is entitled…