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Rolling up an occultist Mekhet, should have this done ASAP.
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pre:Name: Alistair Erikson Virtue: Charity Vice: Pride Concept: Helpful Occultist Clan: Mekhet [pre] Attributes Mental Physical Social Intelligence- 4/5, Strength - 1/5, Presence - 2/5 Wits - 2/5, Dexterity- 3/5, Manipulation- 2/5 Resolve - 3/5, Stamina - 2/5, Composure - 3/5 Mental Physical Social Academics - 2 Athletics- 1 Animal Ken - 0 Computer - 2 Brawl - 0 Empathy - 2 Crafts - 0 Drive - 1 Expression - 1 Investigation- 1 Firearms - 0 Intimidation- 0 Medicine - 0 Larceny - 0 Persuasion - 2 Occult - 4 Stealth - 2 Socialise - 2 Politics - 2 Survival - 0 Streetwise - 0 Science - 0 Weaponry - 0 Subterfuge - 0 Disciplines Auspex - 1 Obfuscate- 1 Celerity - 1 Health Size Defence Initiative Willpower 4 5 4 6 6/6 Merits Safe place - 1 Library-Occult - 1 Language-(Norwegian)- 1 Haven - 2 Dream Visions - 1 Status- Occultists - 1 Staff - Library/bar - 2 Feeding Ground - 1 Josef bugman fucked around with this message at 23:00 on May 21, 2014 |
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May 20, 2014 23:32
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Okay, which IRC are you in?
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 I had always had a love for esoteric questions, my families from Norway and granddad was always talking about the Thule society "nutjobs" he was dealing with back in Norway. My parents loved it, spent all their time looking into mysteries and secrets. Heck I'm even named after Mr Crowley, though they did that more as a joke than in memory of a man they thought of as little more than a step up from David Blaine. I got interested myself, the only way I could have rebelled would have been to start running track and field and wearing a tight t-shirt. I got really interested, starting wondering why there were so many blanks in so many books, started asking questions, questions that didn't get answered. I started getting a bit obsessed, it was all to find stuff out after all and my parents wanted that, right? Climb the ladder Confront Vulnerability I got a bit too obsessed, I stopped really phoning in to my folks, stopped being as interested in their stories. I still tried to talk to them but, well, I was so sure I would come up with some great unified theory of mythology that I got a bit distracted. I was so sure I could get the answers, that it would help to make me knowledgeable. Believe someone has answers They were friends of friends of friends. They were a sort of club, claimed they were researching bits of mysteries left hidden in the dark of the old books. I joined because I thought it would be good to meet like minded people. But when you've seen someone butcher a goat and smear its grease on a tree to attract some goat headed thing from the woods of Quebec, you sort of start pondering "what the hell have I gotten myself into". Meet your Maker She stepped in then, she was beautiful and strong and terrifying, full of fire and occultism. Said she had killed the demon by turning its blood to salt. Of course at that point I had half my guts hanging out and was still clinging to life, but she seemed to take a measure of pity on me, said it would be "A shame to waste such potential here". Find Fear She was part of a coterie, working for this rotten old corpse that lived on the border of the USA. He stalked corridors and never laughed and seemed to always have a smell like burned hair wafting about him, I first knew fear when I saw him tear into my sire and her coterie when they attempted to stop him from carrying out some truly horrific magic. I had already packed to leave, on my sires orders, when I saw him tear the arm off an angry gangrel and laugh, I ran and didn't stop till I had to hide myself in a rundown tennament about 10 miles away and haven't stopped looking over my shoulder since. Leave a Witness Grandad was still in New York, kept a bookshop and a little bar out in one of the less developed areas. I found him, told him a little bit about what had happened. He seemed more understanding than I had expected, he just nodded when I told him about all of it as if it were me admitting I was homosexual or something than I was now Undead. He tapped the old iron chest he keeps with him and simply mutters something about "Thule and Odin" every so often, but he's a good friend and god dammit he's kin to me. Suffer your Defects It was a night like any other, the staff at the bar were used to seeing me, even the local goths knew who I was by now, and then she walks in. She was 23 and beautiful and the only thing I noticed about her was that her neck was exposed. The most beautiful thing in the world could appear and I was only looking out for how much they good feed me. I felt sick to my core and ran back to the attic room, how could I face myself, how could I face anyone like this. Beg someone, anyone, to fix you He said he was a Salubrai, just "passing through to look at the leaves change". He spoke of a quest for enlightenment, of trying to learn the path to bettering all with an immortal condition, of not fearing those who hated you. I had no idea if he was the monster that he said he was, but he gave me some books a rakish grin and told me to "look after myself", I don't know if I wanted to. Told me that I'd better be careful of the rest of the night lurkers and that I'd go a long way if I kept into the books. Remember your victims Nothing worse than a scream. I heard it from the woods near my house, my haven as it'd become by now. I rushed out the door and saw a woman being run down by 5 laughing men. I tried my best, really I did, to scare them off and disable them. But by the time I got to her. I still try and lay flowers there as often as I can, and I worry about forgetting her. Embrace a wrong I recognised the guys that did it to her though, and I'd sworn that petty revenge didn't do anyone any good, but my gods I enjoyed making them scared, moving stuff around their home, making them feel like they were constantly being watched, reporting them. Even just calling and hanging up to make them really really hate themselves for what they had done. Find Like Minds Most vampires I run into, and I seem to run into a lot, seem to be into this "Camarilla" thing. So I decided to help them a little bit, you know just odds and ends to make sure that the city stays working. Some of their orders about making sure the guilty are protected go strangely missing in my neck of the woods though, but I still think the system needs reform, not tearing down. Yet. Seize the Night Fact is I am dead. But I've got a good thing, a reasonable group of people who like and know me, not quite at "Norm!" levels but still. I've actually gotten a better relationship with my family since I died, and I am determined to not end up some old bloodsucker in a castle, I am going to make the world a better place, one well placed blessing or curse at a time.
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Alistair Erikson I had always had a love for esoteric questions, my families from Norway and granddad was always talking about the Thule society "nutjobs" he was dealing with back in Norway. My parents loved it, spent all their time looking into mysteries and secrets. Heck I'm even named after Mr Crowley, though they did that more as a joke than in memory of a man they thought of as little more than a step up from David Blaine. I got interested myself, the only way I could have rebelled would have been to start running track and field and wearing a tight t-shirt. I got really interested, starting wondering why there were so many blanks in so many books, started asking questions, questions that didn't get answered. I started getting a bit obsessed, it was all to find stuff out after all and my parents wanted that, right? Climb the ladder Confront Vulnerability I got a bit too obsessed, I stopped really phoning in to my folks, stopped being as interested in their stories. I still tried to talk to them but, well, I was so sure I would come up with some great unified theory of mythology that I got a bit distracted. I was so sure I could get the answers, that it would help to make me knowledgeable. Believe someone has answers They were friends of friends of friends. They were a sort of club, claimed they were researching bits of mysteries left hidden in the dark of the old books. I joined because I thought it would be good to meet like minded people. But when you've seen someone butcher a goat and smear its grease on a tree to attract some goat headed thing from the woods of Quebec, you sort of start pondering "what the hell have I gotten myself into". Meet your Maker She stepped in then, she was beautiful and strong and terrifying, full of fire and occultism. Said she had killed the demon by turning its blood to salt. Of course at that point I had half my guts hanging out and was still clinging to life, but she seemed to take a measure of pity on me, said it would be "A shame to waste such potential here". Find Fear She was part of a coterie, working for this rotten old corpse that lived on the border of the USA. He stalked corridors and never laughed and seemed to always have a smell like burned hair wafting about him, I first knew fear when I saw him tear into my sire and her coterie when they attempted to stop him from carrying out some truly horrific magic. I had already packed to leave, on my sires orders, when I saw him tear the arm off an angry gangrel and laugh, I ran and didn't stop till I had to hide myself in a rundown tennament about 10 miles away and haven't stopped looking over my shoulder since. Leave a Witness Grandad was still in New York, kept a bookshop and a little bar out in one of the less developed areas. I found him, told him a little bit about what had happened. He seemed more understanding than I had expected, he just nodded when I told him about all of it as if it were me admitting I was homosexual or something than I was now Undead. He tapped the old iron chest he keeps with him and simply mutters something about "Thule and Odin" every so often, but he's a good friend and god dammit he's kin to me. Suffer your Defects It was a night like any other, the staff at the bar were used to seeing me, even the local goths knew who I was by now, and then she walks in. She was 23 and beautiful and the only thing I noticed about her was that her neck was exposed. The most beautiful thing in the world could appear and I was only looking out for how much they good feed me. I felt sick to my core and ran back to the attic room, how could I face myself, how could I face anyone like this. Beg someone, anyone, to fix you He said he was a Salubrai, just "passing through to look at the leaves change". He spoke of a quest for enlightenment, of trying to learn the path to bettering all with an immortal condition, of not fearing those who hated you. I had no idea if he was the monster that he said he was, but he gave me some books a rakish grin and told me to "look after myself", I don't know if I wanted to. Told me that I'd better be careful of the rest of the night lurkers and that I'd go a long way if I kept into the books. Remember your victims Nothing worse than a scream. I heard it from the woods near my house, my haven as it'd become by now. I rushed out the door and saw a woman being run down by 5 laughing men. I tried my best, really I did, to scare them off and disable them. But by the time I got to her. I still try and lay flowers there as often as I can, and I worry about forgetting her. Embrace a wrong I recognised the guys that did it to her though, and I'd sworn that petty revenge didn't do anyone any good, but my gods I enjoyed making them scared, moving stuff around their home, making them feel like they were constantly being watched, reporting them. Even just calling and hanging up to make them really really hate themselves for what they had done. Find Like Minds Most vampires I run into, and I seem to run into a lot, seem to be into this "Camarilla" thing. So I decided to help them a little bit, you know just odds and ends to make sure that the city stays working. Some of their orders about making sure the guilty are protected go strangely missing in my neck of the woods though, but I still think the system needs reform, not tearing down. Yet. Seize the Night Fact is I am dead. But I've got a good thing, a reasonable group of people who like and know me, not quite at "Norm!" levels but still. I've actually gotten a better relationship with my family since I died, and I am determined to not end up some old bloodsucker in a castle, I am going to make the world a better place, one well placed blessing or curse at a time. Aspirations -Keep my part of the world safe and the people in it safe. -Find out more about my condition, learn more about the undead. Touchstone -The Bar/book shop me and my Granddad live in. Edit: Got rid of Blood Magic as will need to discuss that more with EverythingWorser. Put points into intelligence instead. Josef bugman fucked around with this message at 07:15 on Jun 4, 2014 |
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May 23, 2014 10:37
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Updated my sheet and popped it on Dalines because it seemed a useful site!
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Sects in the city My thoughts on the Cam? I don't know, they seem kind of like every paranoid lunatics take on what the government is, like they are everywhere and constantly watching and hiding moon lasers from the Russians. Really it just seems like they are the people at the top of the pile at the moment, most of their members seem bright enough and I've mainly had to do only some research work into "occult occurances" in the area. That and maybe keeping an eye out for hunters. The Anarchs? I can respect most of them, they are sure as hell rattling the cage, but some of their members seem to be just like the Camarilla, just cut from a different cloth. And some of the crap they get away with is terrifying. Judge individually and all, but if they start messing around I am going to have to protect my people. The Sabbat? Only heard rumours, it sounds like a lot of them would have fascinating archives, in particular the Lasombra. But they also appear to be completely insane like "pants on head we will force our people to dig their way out of graves" crazy. Glad they seem to be losing power. Though I have been hearing things in the wind. Best to keep some firepower on hand and hope I am behind a desk when the shooting starts. The team Roshan: Roshan is a stand-up guy, a bit flighty and given to long periods of being a bit hard to contact, but he gets the job done. I could spend weeks chatting to him about ancient Mesepotamia and it'd be nice to try and get him to connect a bit more with some people. Hope we can keep working together. Also I think I'll offer him a place in the house. The guy needs somewhere proper to stay and it can't be good to have yourself living in the sewers, maybe my library will be of use in that, might even have a first edition of Crowley's "occult primer" that I can lend him! Loren: Always had respect for the old Buddhism, it contains a great deal of interesting religious facets that can be used effectively in a great many contexts. Loren herself? Well her sire left me a few books and I thought about seeing him a few times, but he was never to be found even though he was only a few blocks away. I think the lady has some stuff she needs to sort out. And yet, I dunno I just feel my palms itch a bit whenever I am nearby. Its probably nothing, but that's how I ended up nearly gutted by "goathead" Bob: Oh dear, Catholicism is interesting and the Lance has a hell of a lot of stuff in the archives I would give my eye teeth for. But Bob? He reminds me of all the people who hand out leaflets around the college kids and tell my granddad that he is "corrupting the youth" by letting an 18 year old have one drink. He is sure as hell one of the nicer people I have met, and at least he appears to be on the right team, but sleep with one eye open as granddad puts it. I feel sorry for his "flock", the guys who come to my bar at least get to drink, laugh and sing. All his do is sing his praises and get a bit high on "the sacred".
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Heya guys may not be able to post too regularly as it turns out the holiday home I am staying in has no internet, am presently phone posting from my cousins phone but will try and make some sort of contribution over the week, thank you!
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Jun 29, 2014 16:12
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Hey guys, sorry for the late replies recently, been having a huge poo poo tonne of problems at my end at the moment. Will try and up my game soon, but sorry again.
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Aug 9, 2014 22:09
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Heya guys, just as a quick thing, but am I the only one who cannot see the last post in the Camarilla thread?
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Aug 14, 2014 16:28
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Alistair also has plans for the university campus, bwhahahahahaha, but I think the Demon thing would be great if you guys wouldn't mind helping me to set up a character.
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Looks like it has, if this starts up again I am willing to play, but in the meantime, RIP Vamp thread.
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