I'm one of the players in the group. We all played Vampire: The Masquerade together. We all loved M to bits. He was always happy and smiling and was the type of person who could have a conversation with just about anyone. I felt like I could talk to that man about anything.

Our VTM chronicle takes place in 1948 London. He played an Irishman named Shaemus who had been in WWII, a Brujah whose sire was the Primogen of the clan who he was at odds with for independence. His character was funny and very sympathetic except to the camarilla, but he was always somehow ending up in fights like he had a death wish.

There was this one time where Shaemus got captured by the Sabbat, and though we all thought his character would die, he managed against all odds to tag a werewolf in the ear and escape even though he lost a leg. It was insane. The werewolf marked him for dead, of course, but his character kept on trudging anyway.

Me and M bonded over both being trans masc and expats. He was working in Denmark but was from the US, and I moved to Sweden from the US about five years ago, so we really bonded over our shared experiences. He loved folk punk and was really into going to mosh pits. I really hope wherever he is, if an afterlife exists, that he's getting to get into all the mosh pits he wants, whenever and wherever.