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Exiles WIP: Frederick "Freddy" Dovan
By: Raven Tepes Date: October 31, 2025, 9:04 pm
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"We don’t ride for rules—we ride for the roar. The road’s our
law, the wind’s our witness, and freedom’s the only fuel we
burn."
~ Frederick "Freddy" Dovan
"Chrome veins, leather skin, and a heart that beats to the
thunder of rebellion. I don’t follow paths—I carve them with
fire and fury."
~ Freddy Dovan
“Trouble ain’t something I stumble into — it’s something I
craft. I sharpen it, polish it, and ride it straight into the
night. I’m a Dovan, a Brujah, and an anarchist with a full tank
of bad ideas… and if you see me grinning, you’d better pray I
already got what I came for.”
~ Freddy Dovan
“My fighting style? It ain’t pretty — it’s a hurricane made of
fists, steel, and bad intentions. I don’t dance, I don’t
posture. I tear through the line, break the rhythm, and make
chaos my weapon. When I swing, it’s not just to win… it’s to
remind ’em why the name ‘Freddy Dovan’ keeps grown men awake at
night.”
~ Freddy Dovan
“I’ve fought monsters, men, and things I still can’t name… but
nothing hits like Freddy Dovan. He doesn’t fight — he erupts.
One second he’s laughing, the next he’s carving through the
world like chaos learned to ride a bike. There’s no rhythm, no
mercy, no pattern to read. You don’t survive him by skill… you
survive by accident.”
~ From an enemy who survived one of the bar fights Freddy was in
“Freddy Dovan… that kid’s a storm wrapped in leather and bad
intentions. I’ve seen crooks, thugs, and outright psychopaths,
but he… he’s something else. Charming enough to make you
underestimate him, vicious enough to make you regret it the
moment you do. Trouble follows him like the Mississippi follows
the moon — unstoppable, unpredictable, and damn near impossible
to pin down.”
~ Corrupt Detective Harlan of the New Orleans Police Department
“Freddy Dovan walks into my courtroom like he owns the place —
and for all I know, he might. The law means nothing to him, and
yet… there’s a cunning in his chaos I can’t ignore. I’ve
sentenced men for half the crimes he’s committed, but him? He
makes the rules bend, break, and sometimes… he even makes me
wonder if I’m the one on trial.”
~ Judge Holden
Officer Ramirez: Freddy Dovan, step away from the bike. You’re
under arrest for assault and reckless endangerment.
Freddy: He grins, leaning against his bike. Officer… Ramirez,
right? You sure you want to ruin your night with me? I promise,
I bite… but only a little.
Officer Ramirez: Save it. Handcuffs won’t bite back, but I will
if you don’t comply.
Freddy: Hmm… tempting. But you know, I like a challenge. Makes
the game more fun.
Officer Ramirez: I don’t play games with criminals, Dovan.
Freddy: He smirks, circling his bike slowly. Criminal, maybe.
But trust me, Ramirez… tonight, I’m just trouble with a smile.
Care to dance?
Officer Ramirez: Cut the charm. Get on the ground—now.
Freddy: Ah… there it is. Music to my ears. He slowly gets on the
ground, still grinning.
Tim Dovan: He slams a bottle on the bar. Freddy! You hit their
bikes before the fight even started? What the hell were you
thinking?
Freddy Dovan: He grins, wiping blood from his knuckles.
Thinking? I was thinking it’d be more fun if they had to run on
foot. You know… spice things up.
Tim: He laughs, slapping Freddy on the shoulder. Spice things
up? That’s your excuse for turning a bar brawl into a full-blown
riot?
Freddy: Exactly. And admit it, Tim… you loved every second of
it.
Tim: He leans in, eyes glinting. I’ll give you this, little
brother… you’ve got guts. But next time, let’s make sure we’re
actually on the same side before turning the street into a
warzone.
Freddy: He grins wider. Where’s the fun in that? Chaos is my
specialty… you know it.
Tim: He laughs, raising his bottle. Then let’s toast to it. To
chaos, and to the Dovans who thrive on it.
Freddy: To chaos. He clinks bottle, smirking.
Name: Frederick Dovan
Nicknames: Freddy, Shotgun
Age: 238 years old
Species: Vampire
Gender: Male
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 202 lbs
Clan: Brujah
~ Generation: 10th
Organization: Crimson Dogs Motorcycle Club
~ Rank: Vice President
Family:
~ Father:
~ Mother:
~ Older Brother: Timothy "Tim" Dovan
~ Younger Brother: Joseph "Joe" Dovan
~ Older Sister: Irava "Poison Ivy" Dovan
~ Younger Sister: Erin Dovan
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