Character Creation [The Embrace]

[Jayce Vallintine]

;D Not only does sun burns now, but you will find most of your bodely function stop working. Yep, your dead. But it does not stop there, your a Kindred. Whats a Kindred you ask? Most likely a Vampire, but I seen other things out there, but they were not Kindred.


This is where your character sheets go. You will be alowed to post A: Character Sheet, B: Background Story. If you have to, you can post again to continue your Back Ground. All I want is to keep this page clean.

[Shura]

Character sheet:

Name:Angelo
Sex: Male
Nature:Visionary
Demeanor:Deviant
Clan:Malkavian
Derangement: Angelo suffers from delusions with a touch of paranoia. He sees the Jyhad everywhere, and may believe the most trivial actions to be part of a greater conspiracy. He doesn't trust the sects or even anyone in a position of great authority. While this ensures that he is devoted to his noddist studies and notes many things that others would overlook, he tends to become distracted and fearful over nothing. In his nightmares he receives horrific visions of what he believes to be the end times. However, he seems to view the figure of his clan founder, Malkav (grandfather) as a benevolent rather than horrific figure, and scorns the path of caine practiced by sabbat noddists as misguided and ultimately flawed.

Str:2
Dex:2
Sta:2

Cha:3
Man:3
App:2

Per:4
Int:4
Wit:2

Malkavian Madness network:1
Empathy:3
Expression:3
Intimidation:3
Subterfuge:3

Stealth:3
Survival:2

Academics:3 (history, philospohy, literature)
Linguistics:3 (english, hebrew, arabic, latin,heiroglyphs)
Occult:4 (specialise kindred lore)

Generation:9 (no official elder rank, is an autarch does not seek advancement in politics)

Disciplines: Dementation 3, Auspex 2, Obfuscate 1

Conscience:4
Self control:3
Courage:5

Humanity:7
Willpower:7

Flaws:nightmares, lunacy, eerie prescence

Blood pool:14/max per turn 2

background story in next post

[Shura]

Angelo's background story:

Angelo awoke, his head spinning, desperately trying to follow the swirling shapes ahead of him. There was a vioce, a voice in the darkness that seemed to sway and drift along his consciousness. When it spoke, each word was a weight being dropped onto his skull. Gripped by blind panic, Angelo immediately sprang to his feet and ran away. Look at me, he thought, I'm making good progress heading off into the distance, even though I can't see anything. And that thing isn't follwing me. I'm safe. Safe home. Wait. There's no way I could see myself running away from the outside.

It dawned on him that he wasn't actually going anywhere, even though he flet strong. Strong and...and... hungry.

'You should thank me,' came the voice, cutting into his thoughts, snapping him back to lucidity, for as his sight returned, Angelo discerned a humaniod shape ahead, cloaked in the darkness. The one who had promised him answers. One who had been his hope of overcoming his so called family curse, which had driven his father to suicide. It continued.

'Without the embrace, you would have probably knocked yourself off just like the all other males of your line. A long time ago, I gave your ancestor my blood and thus it's power, and in return I had his loyalty. If only I had known how strong the curse ran in him, I may have given him the kiss, but it seems he was too weak to cope with even a taste. You have grown stronger over the years, and I see that I have caused your family much suffering. Perhaps this is my way of apology, perhaps simply an end to unfinished business. Either way, I do not believe it to me mere coincidence that we meet during these auspicious times.'

A former scholar persuing ancient history and the occult. The males of Angelo's family have for a long time prone fits of suicidal insanity. A student of the occult, and already having suffered two nervous breakdowns, Angelo invesitgated a legend of a alchemist ancestor who was cursed by a supernatural creature during the late middle ages. His painstaking task, intended to save him from the 'family curse' only warped his mind further as he uncovered forbidden truths, ventually tracking down the creaure of ledgend-an elder malkavian vampire (whom he now suspects may have been a member of the Inconnu). By the time he confronted his quest. Angelo had all but lost his mind, having abandoned his work and driven away his family and friends. Helpless before the elder, but showing signs of the method in madness prized among malkavians, he was embraced and followed his sire as a mentor who taught him the ways of the clan. He had obercome the family curse, by turning it into a blessing. Always convinced that there was a spiritual or metaphysical dimension beyond normal perception, Angelo sees his curse as a sign that his perceptions are breaking through the dull chains of conventional reality, and is convinced that he must pierce the chaos around him to find something great that is still hidden from him. His main goal is to find his purpose of existence. Thus he seeks vampriric law and history to better understand his existence so that he may break the code that holds him back. Other ambitions involve seeking out the fairies and their mystical knowledge, and finding Golconda, so that he can break the hold blood has over him and increase his mind's freedom.

[EK - Shadow of Death]

Name: Rakesh Nair
Sex: Male
Concept: Outsider (Foreign businessman)
Nature: Survivor
Demeanor: Flamboyant
Clan: Tremere

Str: 1
Dex: 3
Sta: 2

Cha: 2
Man: 4
App: 2

Per: 2
Int: 4
Wit: 3

Talents: Acting 2, Streetwise 1, Subterfuge 1
Skills: Drive 3, Etiquette 2, Firearms 2, Repair 1
Knowledges: Finance 4, Linguistics 3 (native Malayalam, English, Turkish, German), Bureaucracy 4, Science 2, Computer 1
Disciplines: Dominate 2, Thaumaturgy 1 (Path: Corruption)

Backgrounds: Mentor 3, Resources 4, Retainers 2, Generation 1
Conscience: 3
Self control: 3
Courage: 4

Willpower: 6
Humanity: 8
Generation: 12th
Blood pool: 11

Prelude in next post

[EK - Shadow of Death]

Prelude of Rakesh Nair:

"So we have an agreement, I presume?" asked Rakesh with a sly smile and a mischevious gleam in his eyes. The man sitting across the table from him was obviously distressed and tugged at the collar of his shirt, saturated with sweat from having undergone an ordeal with Rakesh Nair, the great negotiator, vice-president of Vulcan Microelectronics Corporation.. He nodded complacently, gulped a deep, dry lump down his throat as he signed the contract before him and left like a shadow into the cooling dusk. Fifty thousand dollars richer and having just acquired his company's main supplier, Rakesh had made a handsome fortune by the age of 40 and had gone places that his forefathers could ever dream of. He took the contract from across the table and signed and dated it, placing it in his outbox to be photocopied and mailed to the company archives. He placed his black leather briefcase in his lap, opened it, and began to pack up his important documents, ready to head home for the day. He pulled a set of four airline tickets from his desk - two business class, two coach - bound for Berlin at the end of the month. Smiling at the opportunity to expand his company's operations in Europe, he placed them in his briefcase atop a set of financial reports when his secretary rang unexpectedly.

"There's a man to see you, Mr. Nair" said the intern in a fast Turkish "He says that he's with the American company Intel"

Rakesh furrowed his brow and stroked his mustache in ambivalent frustration and glee. An opportunity to meet with an American businessman did not come often, regardless of him losing time with his family. But this had to be worked appropriately

"Send him after 5 minutes; tell him I'm busy" replied Rakesh, placing a few files back on his desk. One had to build the illusion that a prospective client's business is not absolutely necessary, regardless of the truth of the statement: eagerness is to be avoided at all costs.

A short while later, the tall white man walked through the door dressed in a short sleeved shirt and black calico pants with a red and black striped tie. He did not appear exceptional, but his slick hairstyle and confident walk told Rakesh that this seemed a lucrative business opportunity.

"Mr. Nair" started the white man, offering a firm handshake "I am Trey Moore, sales negotiator for Intel corporation, and though my company is interested in dealing with yours at some point in time, I have come to you with another, related proposal."

Returning the handshake with as much strength as his muscles could muster, the Indian met the American's eyes and walked over to the bar

"Its a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Moore. What sort of proposal do you have in mind?" asked Rakesh, holding up a bottle of Tennessee whisky as an offering to the newcomer

Holding up a hand is polite refusal of the drink, the American speaks again in more hushed tones

"I represent an independent organization, and having reviewed your work for the past few months, I believe that you would make a fine addition to our team. The rewards are quite generous. The opportunities - lucrative."

"Is that so, Mr. Moore?" asked Rakesh, putting away the liquor and walking towards Moore, slightly intrigued "Please let me know what you have willing to offer me"

"We can offer you work with a firm that sits on the cutting edge of today's market, being part of a highly educated team that could use your skills and abilities, and work in America" he replied with a broad smile

All thoughts of Berlin, and his "stepping stone" to freedom disappeared. Sitting before him was the ticket to America - the promised land. Ecstasy filled every pore of the Indian's skin, and he fought hard to contain it.

"I will have to discuss this with my boss and my family, Mr. Moore. I am interested, but please understand." said Rakesh offering a business card to the American, "What is the name of this organization?"

"Tremere" said Moore "But I'm afraid that we cannot spare the time for your waiting and discussion."

The man grapped hold of Rakesh's extended arm and looked straight into the Indian's horrified eyes, mesmerizing him before he could cry out for help. Rakesh saw a flash of long eyeteeth momentarily when he realized that it was time for him to go to the black car parked outside. That it was time for the vice-president of Vulcan Microelectronics Corporation to die horridly in a fire and be reborn as an apprentice of the Tremere. He did not even seem surprised when two men dressed as beggars dragged in the bloody body of a finely dressed man and propped it up on his chair. He did not seem to care when he saw his secretary in the lobby fallen over her computer, her body blanched white. Another white man was emptying the contents of a gas can over the furniture and walls - already flammable enough from the poor building materials to burn thoroughly without the need for an accelerant. The black Rolls Royce parked outside seemed inviting, its plush leather seats seemed like a heaven to the dead building behind him. He put one foot inside and followed it with the other, the tall white man following him and shutting the door. Into the night drove the away the black car, like a hearse, shying away from the flaming beacon that destroyed all that remains of Rakesh Nair's life.

[Lamio]

Name: Genevieve (Jenny) St. Clair
Sex: Female
Concept: Socialite (has had a falling out with other aristrocrats thought. Wealthy, but doesnt act it.)
Nature: Thrill Seeker
Demeanor: Autocrat
Clan: Ventrue
Generation: 11
Haven: London (Mansion just outside of London)

Str: 1
Dex: 3
Sta: 2

Cha: 3
Man: 4
App: 3

Per: 2
Int: 3
Wit: 3

Talents: Dodge 2, Empathy 2, Intimidation 3, Leadership 4, Subterfuge 3

Skills: Drive 2, Etiquette 3, Firearms 3, Stealth 2

Knowledges: Politics 4, Science 2

Disciplines: Dominate 3, Fortitude 1

Backgrounds: Generation 2, Resources 4, Status 1

Conscience: 2
Self control: 3
Courage: 5

Willpower: 5
Humanity: 5
Generation: 11th
Blood pool: 12


Merits/Flaws

Prestigious Sire (
Prelude in next post

[Lamio]

Backstory for Genevieve St. Clair:

Jenny was getting let out late from her Law Class at Oxford, because of a test. The proctor said "Times up" just as the clock turned 10.

It was late, and instead of going home to make dinner, Jenny decided to eat out in a Lebanese restaurant, even though Jenny was half french and half english. She came from a purely french family in Morrocco. A family of very wealthy North African explorers. That time had ended. They became religious and left for England. Now it was a new age, a new century.

She finished eating around 11 and waved down a cab when she remembered she had to pick up a book on the U.S. Constitution. She would be interning in America in two months.


She left for the only 24 hour Library in the city. On her way out, she was caught with the decision to walk through the streets, or take the shortcut through the park. It was already 12:30, and she was getting tierd. She took to the park.


No more than five minutes in, the wind started howling. The russtle and cry through the trees was terrifing. It caught her off guard at first, but she kept walking. She felt something eerie on her left side. She turned and nothing was there. By now she was spooked. Then a man came out of nowhere. He just appeared right in front of her. She screamed but he said "Its alright, i wont hurt you."

He was very handsome An upstanding man of about 5'11'. he looked to be about 30. he took her in his arms and said, "my what a looker we have here"

He was very charming, romantic. She instantly fell in love. It felt like days with him, when it was really only hours. Everything spun...untill she woke up with some newfound abilities...

[LittleBano]

Name: Alexis Ramero
Sex: Male
Nature: Visionary
Demeanor: Gallant
Clan: Ravnos
Concept: Special Effects Artist
Generation: 8th

Str. 2, Dex. 2, Sta. 2
Cha. 3, Man. 3, App. 2
Per. 2, Int. 4, Wits 4

Talents: Acting 1, Alertness 1, Dodge 1, Streetwise 1, Subterfuge 1

Skills: Firearms 2, Repair 2, Stealth 2, Security 2, Disguise 3, Crafts 3, Melee 1

Knowledge: Computer 3, Investigation 1, Linguistics 2 (Spanish & Italian), Occult 2, Science 3

Disciplines: Chimerstry 3

Backgrounds: Contacts 2, Resources 3, Generation 5, Influence 1

Virtues: Conscience 2, Self control 3, Courage 5

Humanity 5
Willpower 8

Merits
Eat Food
Eidetic Memory
Ambidexterous

Flaws
Disfigured - Right side of face and right arm are scarred from a botched effect with acid.
Phobia - Fear of Snakes
Clan Enmity - Followers of Set

Clan Weakness - Compulsion to deceive people

I'll post my background later...

[SaltydotCom]

Even though I'm not sure if the character will work out, I'll post it for fun!!:

Name: Denis
Nature: Loner
Demeanor: Loner
Clan: Gangrel
Generation: (I'm not sure but I'm going for 13th)
Haven: Bed of his truck while it's parked in a parking garage
Concept: Hunter

Attributes
Strength: 4 (Specialty in "Reserves of Strength")
Dexterity: 4 (Specialty in "Swift")
Stamina: 3

Charisma: 1
Manipulation: 3
Appearance: 2

Perception: 4 (Specialty in "Attentive")
Intelligence: 2
Wits: 2

Abilities
Alertness: 4 (Specialty in Forests)
Athletics: 3
Brawl: 2
Dodge: 3
Intimidation: 1
Streetwise: 1

Animal Ken: 2
Firearms: 2
Melee: 4 (swords)
Stealth: 1
Survival: 1

Investigation: 1
Linguistics: 1 (Spanish)
Medicine: 2
Occult: 2

Advantages

Backrounds:
Allies: 2
Resources: 1
Status: 1
Contacts: 1

Disciplines:
Animalism: 2
Fortitude: 1
Protean: 0

Virtues:
Conscience: 3
Self-Control: 3
Courage: 4

Merits/Flaws:

Nightmares (-1)
Vengeful: (-2)
Amnesia: (-2)
Lunacy: (-2)
Acute sense: Hearing (+1)
Ambidextrous (+1)
Cat-like balance (+1)
Concentration (+1)

Humanity: 6
Willpower: 7
Blood pool: 6

Concerning Weapons and gear (if I can choose, that is):

Sword, dual weld with a knife.
Dual Glock 17s.

Reinforced clothing (+1 to soak rolls)

I have about 400$ in savings, and my truck... A few old photo's of the life I "never" knew.

Allies:

Salen: 13th gen Gangrel - she also hunts werewolves. The kindred is a fellow childer of my sire, Sechial.

Darius: 12th gen Nosferatu. He's the average info gatherer, but also has an 'interesting' feel for the Dogs.

Contacts:

Joshua: Caitiff who can listen quite well into elders' conversations.

Status: Known for his work in the hunt of shapechangers.



I have some cussing in my backround, so it that's not allowed, I'll change it!!:



Don't ask me about my past; honestly, I couldn't answer your questions if I wanted to. I could only tell you of my past few months; and even those are blurry to me, still.

The bastard who cursed me to this undeath? His name is Sechial... I'm sorry; his name was Sechial. Poor bastard was killed a few weeks ago by them bastard pups while we were hunting 'em. I tried my best to save him, but those dogs got to me, too. They took me captive, and "worked" on me, feeding me blood which tasted like crap! It was there blood, I think... only a bit. 'Cause ever since then I've been having these weird symptons, like flipping out when there's a full moon, and having these freaky ass nightmares. Hell, ever since then I can't remember what it was like before all this...

Those bastards are going to pay. Wolf, by wolf.

After they were done one night I flipped out on them; toar those mother fragers to shreds with these claws I got when I went insane... don't know how, but I did; hell, they're nice! Spit on there corpses, and left, after that...

Since then it's like I've started anew; I wouldn't have known my own name if it wasnt for Salen... Oh, yeah, Salen is a fellow childe of Sechial. We only come together when we absolutely need to. Although, she is a trustful girl.

Another friend is Darius; one of 'em Nosferatu. Me, him, and Salen work on hunting those pups most of the time. Otherwise, we're pretty seperate, unless I need info.

There's also Joshua, that clanless bastard. He's pretty god damn useless, too... but he knows nearly everything. He know's more then ugly does... competent bastard.

My name isn't widely known; only to those Kindred who have asked me to hunt for them. I like to keep a low profile, I see it as best. I can keep to myself that way.

At the moment I'm staying in my truck, parking it in various parking garages around town. Nice and quiet there; there was that one poor sucker who tried to get in my Dodge. His blood was quite sour.

That's all there is to know, really... besides, if you keep asking questions I'll make sure you don't ask anymore for good...


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If I've broken any rules, dear, GM, just tell me and I'll change it to your like.

[CappadocianElder]

Ok so here's my character...hope it's ok.

Name: Tim McDaniels
Nature: Conniver
Demeanor: conformist
Clan: Nosferatu
Generation: 12th
Haven: sewer warren
Concept: Seller of secrets

Attributes- STR-3
DEX-1
STA-2

CHA-4(Smooth talker)
MAN-5(persuasive)
APP-0

PER-3
INT-2
WITS-3

ABILITIES:
Alertness-2
Brawl-2
Dodge-2
Empathy-2
Streetwise-4(Information gathering)
Subterfuge-4(Impeccable Lies)
Survival-2
Melee-2
Security- 2
Stealth-4
Computers-1
Politics-4(vampiric politics)
Investigation-2

ADVANTAGES:

Backrounds- generation 1, contacts 3, status 1
Disciplines- Obfuscate 3
Virtues- Consience-2
Self control-3
Courage-5

Merits/flaws-N/A
Humanity-5
Willpower-8
Bloodpool-11

Contacts- Edward Vagner- a local gang leader
Johhny Giovanni- Mob informant
Reilly O'Sullivan- Local tender at an Irish pub

BACKROUND
(sorry if this isnt my best sorry...im tired right now and cant really concentrate,i'll do my best..)

"Wake up....come on now wake up" Tim's eyes fluttered open. "There we go,now drink" not even knowing what he was doing,he took something that felt very cold and started to drink from it,whatever was spilling from it...it tasted like...BLOOD! tim quickly pulled away. He was afraid,but even as he pulled away,he knows that he enjoyed it,that scared him. The next thing he saw was him...The ugliest person...thing..he had ever seen. Short,long nose,pointed ears,bald,pale,deep set eyes, pimples,warts,festering sores...pus...it was discusting. "Aww whats ammata?? Scared of the blood,well get used to it,thats all your gonna be drinking from now on..." He thought back...god what had happened? the year was 1932...Tim had been walking home from the market place...and...he blacked out,after something...jumped him? The creature explained itself to tim...and soon Tim was sent spiraling into this new world...After a few years he got used to his changed appearance...and after a few more years...he was let go from his sire,Antonio,and he became a neonate. Tim decided he wanted to be noticed,so he started giving out stuff he knew everyone wanted,and he knew everyone else knew the nosferatu were good at giving it...Information and secrets...So he started selling info for prices..vitae...money...other info...that kinda stuff. then he started getting tricky...and conniving his clients. Along the way he made friends in..high and low places. Eddy vagner was an aspiring gang leader,when he nearly got killed by a rival gang,it was tim that saved him. Then there was johnny Giovanni,a mob informant that was gonna get "whacked", it was through tims information they were saved. And then theres reilly McDaniels, Tims nephew. Tims brother was long dead but his brothers son is still alive and opened a pub...However Reilly still doesnt know about his relation to Tim...tim got him as a contact by saving his pub from being shut down.

IF theres anything you want me to change about my character or history tell me...and im sorry if the backround is crappy..im really tired...

[Korendil]

Name: Samaius Deadblade
Sex: Male
Nature: Rogue
Demeanor: Loner
Concept: Shadow Jumper
Clan: Assamite
Generation: 8 (1004 total years old. DOB: Jan 20, 1000, RIP: June 10, 1020)
Sire: Shintai Karuchi

Str: 5 (Iron Grip)
Dex: 5 (Lighting Reflexes)
Stam: 5 (Tough as nails)

Char: 2
Mani: 2
App: 2

Perc: 4 (Experienced)
Int: 2
Wits: 2

Alertness: 5 (Ambushes)
Brawl: 5 (Ninjitsu)
Dodge: 5 (Side Step)

Drive: 1
FireArms: 5 (Fast-Draw)
Melee: 5 (Swords)
Stealth: 5 (Silent Movement)

Computer: 4 (Data Retrival)
Computer Hacking: 5

Generation: 5
Age: 5
Resources: 3

Celerity: 2
Obfuscate: 2
Quietus: 3
Fortitude: 2
Potence: 3

Convistion: 3
Self-Control: 2
Courage: 5

Path of Blood: 5
Willpower: 7
Blood Pool: 15(can spend 3/turn)

Merits/Flaws
Ambidextrous (1)
Time Sense (1)

Touch of Frost (-1)
Lunacy (-2)
Short Fuse (-2)
Amnesia (-2)

Weakness
Easily addicted to vitae


Trained in life to be an assasin, he has furthered his training in death. He has red hair and eyes, stands 5'6", weighs 140 lbs, is Japanese and wears black and red mixed clothes(hides the blood ). He is thin and wiry and prefers the shadows to the light. Anything else is personal, but he has been seeking out a few vampires who in his mind had slighted him during the tremere's curse since the Assamite's have gotten over it.