Douglas was a veteran of World War II and returned home to a land unappreciative of the horrors he'd faced for his country, merely because of his race. He'd entered the Army convinced by his youthful niavete that if he was a hero of the war, none of the prejudice he'd grown up with would matter anymore. Disillusioned by his experiences in battle and the cruelty of the bigotry he faced at home, he sought to see it right. Using his military training and with grim determination, he began to wage a personal war against the KKK. He saved a dozen lives before fate finally caught up with him. It would have meant his death if not for the intervention of a ghoul of Callough Motley's, who saw in the man the spark of idealism and violent nature that the revolutionary Brujah prized.
In a flurry of confusion, Douglas was inducted into the brood of the Brujah and sent into an entirely new war. Unlike those previous, this one was not of his choice and the issues were barely conceiveable to him. Nonetheless, the blood bond, the debt he felt to his savior, and the passion of his fellows spurred him on and soon his military mindset had taken over and he was the good soldier, following orders. It wasn't until the defection of the brood to the Sabbat and the breaking of his blood bond, that he began to have second thoughts about the matter, but by then, it was too late. The flurry of the third Sabbat Civil War was upon them and soon both Callough and his eldest remaining childe were dead and he was faced with certain destruction were he not to flee. So flee he did.
He wandered for some time, trying to come to terms with everything that had happened and the truth of what he had become. After an almost fatal encounter with the old gangrel in Alexandria, he made his way to Shreveport, having heard of a pack thereabouts. He was quickly found by Archbishop Black and Father Pryce, who offered him the guidance he needed to find himself. He has since settled in and joyfully helps the effort to drive out the Camarilla, dedicated to his new pack and their odd religious ideals. While he feels some guilt over his past, particularly the abandonment of his childe, since learning of his fate and that of the others who remained, he has come to accept it and move on.
While he's had a checkered history, Douglas is a decent person who has been driven to violence all his life by the injustices of the world. Lacking the capacity to be a reformer or crusader, he's dealt with the things he sees wrong the only way he knows how. Of late, however, he's given himself over to the moral guidance of the pack. This isn't to mean that he doesn't think for himself, just that he relies on the more intellectual members to help him apply the principles which he has chosen to live by.
In person, he is given to good humor and a friendly manner most of the time, only becoming cool and humorless when serious matters are afoot or violence is expected. He is still very touchy about bigotry and, while he's quite pleased with the progress on that front, he is still aware that there is still a lot of racism to be purged. While he's stopped hunting KKK members, for the most part, he is not opposed to quietly making sure a serious offender goes missing or meets an accidental end.
Douglas is very dedicated to his pack, particularly Black, whose resolve and unwavering ideals he admires highly. He relies a lot on the spiritual guidance of Father Pryce, as well, and is fond of James Koch, even though the subject of the man's obsessive studies disturbs him greatly. He has a lot of trouble dealing with the concept of magic. Something about it deeply bothers the part of him which holds his picture of how the world works and he tends to avoid James whenever he's embroiled in his studies.
He has regular correspondance with his childe in New Orleans, and is supportive of the pack which remains. While he has his suspicions about Bonifazio's involvement in his sire's death, he isn't entirely sure that he's unhappy about it. Still, he's unable to return to New Orleans, a fact which upsets him a great deal, given the shared history he has with Bonifazio and his pack. Thus, he keeps in touch by whatever other means are necessary and urges them to try and rally support in New Orleans for Shreveport's ongoing struggle to purge the Camarilla.
As for the enemy, his wariness of magic transforms into irrational fear and hatred of James' sire, Julia. There's no love lost between he and the Prince, either, given his connections to Baton Rouge and his hated grandsire. There is, however, a lingering doubt about Orlando, which itches a part of Douglas' mind now and then. At some point, he hopes to be able to get into contact with him somehow, and find out for himself what the elder is like.