At one time, the man in shadows, was considered one of the best forgers in the world. during, the mid to late 1990's the artworld was flooded with Picasso's. Original Picasso lithographs began to appear everywhere... California drug dealers and small time movie producers bought them...they considered themselves damned lucky too... Nearly, every single one were done by the man in shadows.... he was an artist and during that time, in the mid to late 90s, he produced almost 4000 authentic looking "original" picasso's. they overwhealmed the market....where there were once, only 1000 picasso's...suddenly, there were 5000 and it was hard to tell the diference between the real ones and the fakes... the plan was to bring the price of the real ones down and sell the new "originals" at an affordable rate...so, they would go quick...and they did....he ended up making a pretty penny too, for a while... but, that was then...and those who bought them really didn't know enough to think that they might have just spent 900 bucks a pop on fakes...and they would never admit it..... the possiblities were endless....what's next, he often asked...after all...there were still ONLY 5000 original picasso's on the open market..... it wasn't his doing alone, though....he had to split the money with a man in frisco who sold them...and his partners who got him the work.... and he even passed the polygraph when the FBI came knocking...he was that good....at everything.... all sorts of people became attracted to him...satanists...occultists...religious nuts and even rock stars. whether, it be his good looks or quick witted charm, or the fact, that he was always on the run....people took notice..... though, he did not like the attention....he was just too damn good at siezing the moment.... in fact, it was his undoing....his own vanity that finally did him in... that is why, he figured, he liked vampires so much.... they shared that need for want...a need of self assurance....he always had something to prove.....maybe, he just lacked love...and needed attention...... but, it didn't matter in the end(there were only devils in the end)....the results were always the same...still, he ran.....each time farther and farther away from the realities of modern day life....until one day...he woke up alone and awake....exhausted.....and utterly sick of all he had come to know and what dreams he never really tried to keep....
my name is quinn a cox and i am a man in shadows
stolen from the pages of return of the vampire