Miscellaneous details

Herd: Groupies/Steady fans/sensations junkies of these. Hey, better for ya than drugs. 
Fame: Locally known industrial performer. The fame mostly helps in getting gigs. 
Resources: Whatever I can make from gigs.

Coleman is not in a band, so plays solo or teams up with other groups sometimes.  He can sing, play the base, lead, or acoustic guitar, and the keyboard from the performance skill, specialized in singing. Can write music and lyrics with the expression skill. 

Equipment and Possessions

Old car, a few sets of clothes for gigs, guitar, amp, pos computer in his flat with a barely sane internet connection to keep up with current events.

Appearance

Coleman is handsome without trying, dark brown eyes almost as black as his pupils, and hair to match. It is short, unlike most of his peers in this type of music. He is tall, but not lanky, and carries himself in such a way that he stands out even when silent and brooding, which he does often. His clothes are mostly non-descript t-shirts and jeans, and rarely wears leather save for his boots or shoes, unlike his fellow  musicians and clanmates.

History

If asked about his hair, Coleman will say that it gets in the way, but  actually, in his mortal days it was to fit in more readily at political rallies, where he would go and listen. He still does, when they occur at night, but now uses word on the street, newspapers, and the internet to keep up with what is going on with mortals. A Brujah who called himself Ralph took a liking to him, though Coleman thought he was a bit clean cut to be a metal head or industrial fan. He hung out with Ralph about 10 months, over the course of which they met and talked a little about politics, and a lot about why Coleman did what he did, also learning that Ralph's name was actually Rafael. No wonder he went by Ralph, was Coleman's response. In the end, Coleman was offered a choice to extend his career in music and being a dissident by far further than he had ever dreamed, and so accepted. He moved to Dallas for that was where he was getting most of his gigs anyway, and it was too hard to book travel back and forth with his new nighttime schedule restrictions.  He has been living and working in Dallas for about five years, just enough time to get his life in order and know a little of the local politics and streets.
He respects the traditions and understands why they exist, and abides by them, but has barely seen the hints of the corruption and depravity of kindred politics. When and if he sees more, it will probably be his undoing.