[Full/Closed] Vampire the Masquerade Revised: Anchorage by Night

[Wolfling72]

Alyx is here. I think everything is correct.

Name:		Alyx NeVille		Player:		Wolfi
Clan:		Malkavian		Chronicle:		Anchorage by Night
Nature:		Freak		Haven:		? ? ?
Demeanor:		Caregiver		Concept:		Demented Dreamer
Generation:		11th		EXP Spent:		0

Physical				Social				Mental
Strength:		●●○○○		Charisma:		●●●●○ (Subtle)		Perception:	●●●○○
Dexterity:		●●○○○		Manipulation:		●●●●○ (Persuasive}		Intelligence:	●●○○○
Stamina:		●●●○○		Appearance:		●●○○○		Wits:	●●●○○

Talents				Skills				Knowledges
Alertness:		●●○○○		Animal Ken:		○○○○○		Academics:	○○○○○
Athletics:		○○○○○		Crafts:		○○○○○		Computer:	●●○○○
Brawl:		●●○○○		Drive:		●○○○○		Finance:	○○○○○
Dodge:		●●○○○		Etiquette:		○○○○○		Investigation:	●○○○○
Empathy:		●●○○○		Firearms:		○○○○○		Law:	○○○○○
Expression:		○○○○○		Melee:		●●○○○		Linguistics:	○○○○○
Intimidation:		●●○○○		Performance:		●●○○○		Medicine:	○○○○○
Leadership:		○○○○○		Security:		○○○○○		Occult:	●●○○○
Streetwise:		●○○○○		Stealth:		●●●○○		Politics:	●○○○○
Subterfuge:		●●○○○		Survival:		●●○○○		Science:	○○○○○

Backgrounds				Disciplines				Virtues
Generation:		●●○○○		Auspex:		○○○○○		Conscience/Conviction:	●●●○○
Herd:		●○○○○		Dementation:		●●●○○		Self-Control/Instinct:	●●●●○
Resources:		●●○○○		Obfuscate:		●○○○○		Courage:	●●●●●

Humanity/Path:

●●●●● ●●○○○

Willpower:

●●●●● ●●○○○

Blood Pool:

12/1

Health:

Merits & Flaws

Merits
-None

Flaws
-Twitch (nose and bottom lip petting or rubbing) 1 point
-Nightmares (usually vivid horror filled things from...before) 1 point
-Fugue State (Malkavian Derangement)

Freebies

(20  + 2 from flaws = 22)
-5 on Stamina
-7 on Dementation
-4 on Courage
-2 on Willpower
-2 on Melee
-2 on Investigation

(0 left)

Personality: Quiet, methodical, patient. Withdrawn and filled with worries, none of which can be explained out loud. Soft-spoken and polite in the extreme. Does not frighten easily but once frightened? Will fight to the death to escape whatever caused that particular hardship. Most comfortable around others like themselves; those with mental health issues or no real gender expression. Does not like lies or liars BUT will not hesitate to keep the truth to themselves if it will avoid unpleasantness.

History (rev)

Once upon a time, Alyx was a normal child, surrounded by the love and care of a large extended family. They were born in the summer of '66 and raised in the midst of South Central; before gangs had overrun everything and drugs had become problematic. They grew like a wildflower in the concrete jungle~ enjoying all of the things that an inner city kid loves; stick and touch football, roller skating, swimming. They grew strong and free. Happy. It was in the late '70s (1978 to be exact) when they were no more than 12 years of age, that this particular idyll ended. One night, while their family was gathered in prayer before dinner, there was a drive-by. Their mother, father, and baby brother died in a hail of bullets~ bodies splattered and torn by ricochets and direct hits. Police were late in arriving, and ambulances NEVER came. They were left there, surrounded by death and destruction, for so many long minutes that by the time police had arrived? The child was mute and unresponsive.

The rest of the family took them in and they TRIED to be "normal" but it did not work. Too many "freakouts", too many fights. In their second year of college, they were sexually assaulted, badly beaten, and left in the college's main quad for early morning classmen to find. Upon awakening, they attacked the first male they saw~ who just happened to be a police officer. Assault with an attempt to Maim, Battery, and various other charges were the result of this particular action and so they spent the next four years in a state-run Mental Health facility.

By the time Alyx had been released from the facility in the fall of 1990? Their grandmother was dead and buried, and their cousins, aunts, and uncles scattered to the winds. The big house had been left to them and so~ they had sold it, putting most of the ready cash into a few low risk cd's, stocks, and bonds. They then opened a savings account with the remainder and left South Central behind with a vague intent to travel. This urge to see new places ended in 1996.

How? Well, Alyx began to lose time while living in Seattle. There had been whispers and an odd dred-locked person who followed them to their job as a switchboard operator for a privately funded Mental Health facility. They would wake up, from time to time, in different parts of the city, missing clothes, light-headed. What this meant was that when they were off of work, instead of sleeping the day away, they began to investigate.

That...was stupid.

What followed their intrusion into a world they'd never imagined was pain. Pain and rage and broken bits of reason that didn't hold back insanity by any stretch of the imagination. They spent years trying to understand but there was no understanding to be had.  By the time their training was complete and their Sire had given voice to an introduction? Alyx could no longer recall who they had been and only knew who they were now. A Kook, childe of Ken'Davian and eventually, someone who lost themselves to the pretty pictures in their minds' eye during important moments of Seattle's history.

They were banished for breach of peace for a rather brutal fugue during Elysium. They don't know what triggered it and had their Sire not been in good standing and had that same personage NOT stopped them before they went too far, True Death would have been the result. Anchorage was a just punishment...and fitting.

[PixelatedPixie]

An interesting idea--just know that you can only submit one character as your playable, so be sure once you decide which you want me to evaluate for inclusion in the game. :)

It was as a replacement to that character, as Brujah was mostly a square peg being shoved into a round hole, looks like virtualblue grabbed Follower of Set and appearance 5 though.  Will withdraw my interest.  Have fun everyone!

[Blythe]

Alright, I'll get started on a sheet now too! I've decided to go with the grittier Gangrel embrace idea for now. Woulda done it a bit sooner, but this weekend was a bit busy!

Wonderful!

@HopeFox, review for this sheet, 2.0! Attributes look good. Abilities look good. Backgrounds, Disciplines, and Virtues look good. Freebies look good too! I like the background (lots of great opportunities for social sparring with local harpies and it'll be neat to see how she meshes with other Tremere)--how long do you think Sandalwood's been in Anchorage? Regardless, consider your sheet approved. I'll PM you some links shortly! :)

@Wolfling72 for this sheet! Attributes and Abilities look great! Backgrounds, Disciplines, and Virtues look stunning. And your Freebies add up. The backstory is so interesting as Anchorage is about the status quo and Alyx struggles with standing out, and I really love that. How long do you think she's been in Anchorage for? Regardless, sheet approved! Like HopeFox, I'll PM you links shortly!

[Wolfling72]

Wonderful!

@HopeFox, review for this sheet, 2.0! Attributes look good. Abilities look good. Backgrounds, Disciplines, and Virtues look good. Freebies look good too! I like the background (lots of great opportunities for social sparring with local harpies and it'll be neat to see how she meshes with other Tremere)--how long do you think Sandalwood's been in Anchorage? Regardless, consider your sheet approved. I'll PM you some links shortly! :)

@Wolfling72 for this sheet! Attributes and Abilities look great! Backgrounds, Disciplines, and Virtues look stunning. And your Freebies add up. The backstory is so interesting as Anchorage is about the status quo and Alyx struggles with standing out, and I really love that. How long do you think she's been in Anchorage for? Regardless, sheet approved! Like HopeFox, I'll PM you links shortly!

In my mind, Alyx is fairly new, not even a month in. In my head, they are still in the studios simply because they can't be arsed to go anywhere else yet. They've enough ready cash to move on, they just have no desire to, if that makes sense?

[Blythe]

In my mind, Alyx is fairly new, not even a month in. In my head, they are still in the studios simply because they can't be arsed to go anywhere else yet. They've enough ready cash to move on, they just have no desire to, if that makes sense?

It does--that works for me. <3

[HopeFox]

@HopeFox, review for this sheet, 2.0! Attributes look good. Abilities look good. Backgrounds, Disciplines, and Virtues look good. Freebies look good too! I like the background (lots of great opportunities for social sparring with local harpies and it'll be neat to see how she meshes with other Tremere)--how long do you think Sandalwood's been in Anchorage? Regardless, consider your sheet approved. I'll PM you some links shortly! :)

Hooray! Yes, very much looking forward to those encounters.

I think Sandalwood has been in town for a few months. She has spent the summer months establishing her haven, her ghoul and her university influence, but hasn't really interacted with other Kindred outside of her Tremere duties, so the upcoming "social season" will be her first.

[Nowherewoman]

I am...considering...either a Siren or a Tori who is seriously into VR game production. Need to drill into the rules some, and see if I can make one work.

[Blythe]

I am...considering...either a Siren or a Tori who is seriously into VR game production. Need to drill into the rules some, and see if I can make one work.

Yay, a NWW! Let me know if you have any questions or need help (I'll get back to your PMs shortly, too!).

[Blythe]

Apologies for the double post--this is just a note for people who are thinking of joining. I'm going to set a time limit for final sheet submissions--one week. I think that should be enough time without making anyone feel rushed. After a week is up, I will not consider any more players. Mostly I'm setting this deadline to ensure I don't stall out in recruitment--that's something I've been bad about in the past. <_<

[Geeklet]

Gangrel

Name:		Rhiannon Martel		Player:		Geeklet
Clan:		Gangrel		Chronicle:		Anchorage by Night
Nature:		Rebel		Haven:		Trailer hidden away at the edge of Ekluta Lake campgrounds
Demeanor:		Survivor		Concept:		Wrong Place at the Wrong Time
Generation:		13th		EXP Spent:		0 / 0

Physical				Social				Mental
Strength:		●●○○○		Charisma:		●●●●○ (Appeasing)		Perception:	●●●○○
Dexterity:		●●○○○		Manipulation:		●●●●○(Compelling)		Intelligence:	●●○○○
Stamina:		●●●○○		Appearance:		●●●○○		Wits:	●●●○○

Talents				Skills				Knowledges
Alertness:		●●●○○		Animal Ken:		●●●○○		Academics:	○○○○○
Athletics:		●●○○○		Crafts:		●●○○○		Computer:	●●○○○
Brawl:		●●○○○		Drive:		○○○○○		Finance:	●○○○○
Dodge:		●○○○○		Etiquette:		○○○○○		Investigation:	○○○○○
Empathy:		○○○○○		Firearms:		●●○○○		Law:	○○○○○
Expression:		○○○○○		Melee:		●○○○○		Linguistics:	○○○○○
Intimidation:		○○○○○		Performance:		○○○○○		Medicine:	●●○○○
Leadership:		○○○○○		Security:		○○○○○		Occult:	○○○○○
Streetwise:		○○○○○		Stealth:		●●○○○		Politics:	○○○○○
Subterfuge:		●●○○○		Survival:		●●●●○ (Foraging)		Science:	○○○○○

Backgrounds				Disciplines				Virtues
Herd:		●●●○○ (Sled Dogs)		Animalism:		●●○○○		Conscience:	●●○○○
Retainer:		●○○○○ (Chugach State Park ranger)		Fortitude:		○○○○○		Self-Control:	●●●●○
Resources:		●●○○○		Protean:		●○○○○		Courage:	●●●●○

Humanity:

●●●●● ●○○○○

Willpower:

●●●●● ●○○○○

Blood Pool:

10/10

Health:

Merits & Flaws

Merits
Animal Affinity (Dogs) (1pt) - All difficulties dealing with the associated animal are reduced by 2 (source: Dirty Secrets of the Black Hand)
Light Sleeper (2pt) - Awake instantly at any sign of trouble or danger with no penalty (source: Corebook)
Efficient Digestion (3pt) - Draw more nourishment from blood, gain an extra BP for every 2 consumed (source: Corebook)

Flaws
Repulsed by Garlic (1pt) - must make WP roll not to be driven from room by smell of garlic (source: Corebook)
Gangrel Clan Weakness: Every frenzy adds one animal feature and reduces a Social Attribute by 1 (currently: none)

Freebie Spending

Freebie Spending:
Flaws: +1
Merits: -6
Survival 3->4: -2
Herd 2->3: -1
Willpower 4->6: -2
Manipulation 3->4: -5
Stamina 2->3: -5

Rhiannon, or Rhi as most knew her, was born in the town of Meadow Lakes Alaska, a little north of Anchorage. If they had been anywhere else in the country, her parents would have been described as the "outdoorsy" type, but in Alaska, especially with its harsh winters, such skills were all but a necessity. These skills were passed onto their children, hoping that they would continue on the family legacy. Rhi had other ideas, especially as teenage rebellion set in. She wanted to get away from it all, to move into the big city and have a life of her own. And by big city, she wanted more than the nearby capital, she wanted to head south, to Seattle or Portland, or perhaps even Los Angeles. But that was all a pipe dream, as she was stuck out in the middle of nowhere, as she so claimed.

While she felt all but trapped in her home during the winters, as soon as she was old enough, her parents put her to work during the summer. They owned a small ski/snowboard/outdoor equipment shop, which saw most of its business from nearby tourists, and Rhi was often stuck behind the cash register. The store itself was just barely able to make ends meet, as it was more of a passion project for her parents than anything else, but Rhi was using what little she made to pay for community college, in hopes that one day she could possibly earn a scholarship to something better so she could get away.

One night would change her life forever. Her parents were out celebrating their anniversary, while Rhi was left alone to close down the shop. She was just about to leave when the phone rang for a call she would never forget. An officer informed her that both her mother and father had perished in a hit and run accident.  The next few weeks were a blur, as police and lawyers alike descended upon her like buzzards. By the end of it, somehow the shop had been bought out from under her despite the contents of the will left, and Rhi was left on her own, with nothing left but her parent's trailer and a wad of cash.

Not knowing what else to do, she headed to a bar in order to get blackout drunk and drown her sorrows. She achieved the blackout part, but when she awoke, she found herself alone in the woods, with a strange hunger consuming her. Most people would probably have succumbed to the hunger, let it fuel them until satisfied, but everything Rhi had learned as a child helped her keep her head and wits about her. Throughout the night she searched, looking for something to quench the thirst, but nothing worked, at least not until she was able to trap and subdue a lone wolf, and the beast within her came forth to drain it dry.

It was then that a figure emerged from the shadows to explain everything that had happened. There was no coincidence in what happened to her family, they were simply collateral damage in the larger machinations of those truly in power, and if she played her cards right, she could find out just who pulled the strings an enact revenge. For now though, her best bet was to lay low, and prove herself useful. While many of the movers and shakers of the night were new to the harshness of Alaska, she was not. Her survival instincts and knowledge of the land meant she could serve as a guide, for the right price, of course. Though she had trust issues among the other kindred still, so she went searching among the mortal world, calling upon an old family friend, a local park ranger, to help get her set up with some lodging and supplies.

[Blythe]

@Geeklet for this sheet! Oh, an Alaska native--that's fantastic! Backstory works great, and it's easy to assume while she's a new Kindred, she probably has a little more familiarity with Anchorage than some other neonates even if she didn't get the big city life she wanted. Your stats all look good, just know the starting freebies are 20 rather than 15, so you have 5 more to spend I believe! Spend 'em however you like and once you've done so, consider this sheet approved. (Suggestion: a dot of Wits or Stamina seems like it'd make good sense for this character!)

I'll get you the links you need to get your character into the fray. :)

[Geeklet]

@Geeklet for this sheet! Oh, an Alaska native--that's fantastic! Backstory works great, and it's easy to assume while she's a new Kindred, she probably has a little more familiarity with Anchorage than some other neonates even if she didn't get the big city life she wanted. Your stats all look good, just know the starting freebies are 20 rather than 15, so you have 5 more to spend I believe! Spend 'em however you like and once you've done so, consider this sheet approved. (Suggestion: a dot of Wits or Stamina seems like it'd make good sense for this character!)

I'll get you the links you need to get your character into the fray. :)

...Stamina it is!

[Silim]

Here's the WIP of my sheet. I haven't done Backgrounds, Backstory or Freebies yet, but I've got plans for the first two at least - Freebies I still have no idea yet.

Name:		Fiona Crowley		Player:		Silim
Clan:		Gangrel		Chronicle:		Anchorage by Night
Nature:		Rebel		Haven:
Demeanor:		Bravo		Concept:		Militant Undead Environmentalist
Generation:		8th		EXP Spent:		0 / 0

Physical				Social				Mental
Strength:		●●●○○		Charisma:		●●○○○		Perception:	●●●○○
Dexterity:		●●●●○ (Feline Grace)		Manipulation:		●○○○○		Intelligence:	●●○○○
Stamina:		●●●○○		Appearance:		●●●○○		Wits:	●●●○○

Talents				Skills				Knowledges
Alertness:		●●○○○		Animal Ken:		○○○○○		Academics:	●○○○○
Athletics:		●●○○○		Crafts:		○○○○○		Computer:	●○○○○
Brawl:		●●●○○		Drive:		●○○○○		Finance:	○○○○○
Dodge:		●●●○○		Etiquette:		●○○○○		Investigation:	●○○○○
Empathy:		●○○○○		Firearms:		○○○○○		Law:	●○○○○
Expression:		○○○○○		Melee:		●○○○○		Linguistics:	●○○○○
Intimidation:		●○○○○		Performance:		○○○○○		Medicine:	●○○○○
Leadership:		○○○○○		Security:		○○○○○		Occult:	○○○○○
Streetwise:		●○○○○		Stealth:		●○○○○		Politics:	●●○○○
Subterfuge:		○○○○○		Survival:		●○○○○		Science:	●○○○○

Backgrounds				Disciplines				Virtues
Generation:		●●●●●		Animalism:		●○○○○		Conscience:	●●●○○
Herd:		●○○○○		Fortitude:		●○○○○		Self-Control:	●●●○○
Resources:		●○○○○		Protean:		●●○○○		Courage:	●●●●○
X:		○○○○○		Celerity:		●○○○○
X:		○○○○○

Humanity:

●●●●● ●○○○○

Willpower:

●●●●● ●○○○○

Blood Pool:

?/15

Health:

Merits & Flaws

Merits
- Additional Discipline (Celerity) - 5 Points


Flaws
- Gangrel Clan Weakness: Each time a Gangrel frenzies, they gain an animalistic feature decided by the GM. Every five such features acquired permanently reduce one of the Gangrel's Social Attributes by one.
- New Arrival - 1 Point
- Incomplete Understanding - 1 Point
- Cast No Reflection - 1 Point
- Bad Sight - 1 Point

Freebie Spending

Freebie Spending (18 After Merits/Flaws):
1 Herd
1 Resources
7 Protean
7 Celerity
2 Willpower

Backstory

"To truly live, one has to struggle."

Fiona had a pretty decent life growing up, all things considered. Higher middle class in New York City, a few friends she was close to, never really having to struggle much for anything. She was far from a genius, but she was at least smart enough to go qualify for studying political science at a local university when she was 18 - which is also where her life took its first real turn. She was shaken out of the relatively normal life from something unlikely: actually giving a damn about a project she had to do for uni. It was just a throwaway report about environmental issues near the campus, but what she learned and confirmed was utterly appaling to her - the destruction of the planet by callous organizations and corporations wasn't a local problem only, obviously.

"To truly struggle, you need a muse that inspires you."

With that began a slide into normal activism at first, with, predictably, nearly no success. Truth alone couldn't convince anyone, or so it at least seemed to her. Either nobody cared, or any assurances and promises made were broken within what felt like days, not even weeks. Like there was some relentless tide of ruthless jackasses going after the bit of nearly-untouched wilderness still out there with a grudge against it. Obviously she disregarded such emotional and overly cynical feelings, not aware of what certain shadowy creatures would do to spite the 'Lupines' they had to contend with. Frustrations mounting, within a year, Fiona found herself from holding signs to throwing bricks through windows at night, and holding signs during the day. Some people only learned not to mess with parts of the planet after their cars got smashed.

"Once I'm done with you, will you lose yours?"

With her connections with more militant enviornmentalist groups, Fiona was eventually pulled into stopping a deforesting effort in a different state entirely, with the closest bit of civilization being an unused hunting lodge a two-day hike away. There, she and two of the friends she had made sprung into action with a simple plan - cut through a fence at the worksite at night, wreck as much of their equipment as the three could, and get back out, to their car hidden on a dirt road nearby. The first parts of the plan went beautifully - nobody had spotted their car seemingly, and they managed to get into the camp with some simple tools. However, during their attempts at quietly sabotaging the machinery, something went horribly wrong when a fire broke out. Obviously, causing a forest fire wasn't their plan, but neither was getting caught, and the trio dashed out to their car - only to find it somehow flipped on its side, with enough damage to make driving it impossible. In their irrational panic with the main road already starting to swarm with shouts and lights, they assumed some animal had taken exception to their parking spot and ran into the woods with what supplies they thankfully had in the car.

"Will you be different? Will you be the one to stand against the blood?"

Throughout the entire night, they felt like they were being chased. Some primal fear within them, they kept struggling on, not daring to try resting at all, always feeling like it was right behind them... And then, the first of Fiona's friends disappeared. Without a word, without a sound - gone, from one second to the next. The remaining group couldn't even find any grass disturbed where he had disappeared from. In terror, they continued, on and on. No wild animal hunted humans like this - none in North America, at least. As dawn broke, both collapsed in exhaustion, suddenly not feeling the constant threat chasing them... And at that point, they were completely, utterly lost. No phone signals, no people - nothing.

With what little sleep they could get and the food and water they carried, the now-duo had to try to get either to the hut somewhere in this forest, or get back to civilization. And so they struggled on, of course. Eventually, night fell, and with the darkness, something was chasing them again. The nightmare continued. At what she would later swear was midnight, Fiona suddenly found herself completely alone. Utterly alone. Her friend disappeared just like the first - they weren't simply separated. In a situation like this, even being found by the loggers was fine, but no shouting brought them back together, for nobody answered her. Harried on by something in the shadows, rustling and moving on, she continued.

"Or will you, like me, watch your own muse burn, like I helped burn Constantinople?"

The night almost over, Fiona finally stumbled upon the hunter's hut in this damned forest, stumbling inside half-dazed and half-mad from the stress and fear. With what little firewood remained next to the chimney, she finally got some more light than just a dying flashlight. Orange light and flickering shadows... And an additional shadow behind her. A hissing sound... And with all her strength, Fiona spun around with the fire hook in her hands, smacking the person behind her in the head. The impact nearly threw herself to the ground, her hand and arm suddenly ringing and numb - the deformed piece of metal clattered to the floor. The Cainite behind her actually looked somewhat surprised, her own head having moved slightly to the side from the impact. When was the last time a human actually managed that? It was about damned time, but she hadn't been expecting it anymore.

"Remember, wherever you go, my blood will mark your fate..."

Darkness took Fiona's sight, darkness and a feeling of bliss she was losing herself to.

After her death, Fiona found herself dumped in the outskirts of Anchorage, with but a piece of paper giving her the most basic of instructions and cryptic warnings.

[TheWanderingMuse]

NOTE: If City Gangrel is not allowed I'll shift him to a normal Gangrel

Name:		Corbin Grayson		Player:		TheWanderingMuse
Clan:		City Gangrel		Chronicle:		Anchorage by Night
Nature:		Manipulator		Haven:		? ? ?
Demeanor:		Thrill-Seeker		Concept:		Manipulator in the shadows
Generation:		10th		EXP Spent:		0

Physical				Social				Mental
Strength:		●●○○○		Charisma:		●●○○○		Perception:	●●●○○
Dexterity:		●●●○○		Manipulation:		●●●●● (Persuasive}		Intelligence:	●●○○○
Stamina:		●●○○○		Appearance:		●●●○○		Wits:	●●●○○

Talents				Skills				Knowledges
Alertness:		●●●●○ (Fine Details)		Animal Ken:		○○○○○		Academics:	○○○○○
Athletics:		●●○○○		Crafts:		○○○○○		Computer:	○○○○○
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Dodge:		●●○○○		Etiquette:		○○○○○		Investigation:	●●○○○
Empathy:		○○○○○		Firearms:		●●○○○		Law:	●○○○○
Expression:		○○○○○		Melee:		●○○○○		Linguistics:	○○○○○
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Leadership:		●○○○○		Security:		○○○○○		Occult:	●○○○○
Streetwise:		●○○○○		Stealth:		●●○○○		Politics:	○○○○○
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Backgrounds				Disciplines				Virtues
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Resources:		●●○○○		Obfuscate:		●○○○○		Self-Control/Instinct:	●●●●○
				Protean:		●●○○○		Courage:	●●●●○

Humanity/Path:

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Willpower:

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Blood Pool:

13/13

Health:

Merits & Flaws

Merits

Acute Sense (hearing) [1pt] - Corbin  has grown particular aware of his surroundings at all times and has honed his hearing to help ensure his safety and survival.

Enchanting Voice [2pt] - Growing up, Corbin has mastered the art of talking people into carrying out his will, sometimes even when it contradicts their own. His voice is often times more persuasive than his targets can handle.

Coldly Logical [1pt] - Corbin has distanced himself from feelings and emotions over the years to the point where he finds it incredibly easy to push such things aside and analyze situations without his mind being clouded by unnecessary things.

Former Ghoul [1pt] - Prior to being embraced, Corbin served as a ghoul to Jessica Banes for almost three years.

Flaws

Dark Secret [1pt] - While he's unsure of anyone in Anchorage knows, or even cares about, the Prince of Kansas City, Missouri, the fact remains he was loosely involved in a failed plot to overthrow the Prince and Corbin's sire and her associates were put to death when it was discovered. It's unclear if the Prince even know of Corbin, or if there's any kind of hunt going on for him, but needless to say he won't be travelling back to Kansas City anytime soon.

New Arrival [1pt] - Corbin arrived in Anchorage with nothing but the name of a former associate of his sire and an old map of the city.

Freebies

20 Staring Points [20]
-5 for Merits [15]
+2 for Flaws [17]
-5 for 1 dot DEX [12]
-2 for 1 dot Alertness [5]
-7 for 1 dot in Protean [2]
-3 for 3 dots in Willpower

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Personality: A lifetime of abuse and neglect has forged Corbin into a cold and calculating young man. He seldom trusts anyone, yet he is incredible adept at finding ways to influence and control people around him. For those unfamiliar with his ulterior motives, Corbin seems to be a shy but friendly man who values the people around him and would do anything to build a bond with them. The unfortunate truth of that, however, is he's normally building those bonds to abuse and manipulate in the future. There are very few people that can truly count on Corbin to look out for their own well-being too. He's as cunning and sly as they come with a youthful and innocent appearance and a heartbreaking life story that usually helps win over even the most stubborn of people.

Appearance: Corbin has blue eyes and short-cropped hair that is dark brow. He stands 5'10" and has the muscular physique of an athlete. Corbin is handsome by most accounts and has a very chiseled and animalistic allure about him that usually attracts a second glance. He usually appears rather casual wearing a dark jacket over a T-shirt, jeans, and boots, unless he has the need to blend in with others. He can clean up nicely when he needs to.

History

"Listen to this bullshit," Vince Marlow, Sheriff of Kansas City, said to his ghouled companion as he read from the journal they had confiscated recently.

- Excerpt from the Journal of Jessica Banes

I think back to that night often; the night one of the Prince's lackeys drew a little too close and in turn reminded me of my own humanity and how much of it I had lost over the years. He followed me without being noticed, or so he thought, deep into the woods that night. Deeper and deeper I lured him, careful to be far from any prying eyes in the city.

The man barely knew what happened when I turned and engaged him, systematically tearing him apart in the fight that ensued. He was stronger than I realized and it took far more than I thought for me to destroy him. Ultimately he fell, however, but I was past the point of control. The need for blood, the urge to survive, it overwhelmed me and I stalked through the woods to sate my desire. I came to a nearby campsite and descended on it without hesitation killed two before I was halted in my tracks.

It was the boy that stopped me.

As I looked over from the shadows and let the lifeless corpse of his mother drop to the ground I saw those eyes. Pale blue. Innocent. The confused and frightened, wide-eyed stare of a child no more than ten. It was the same look my son had given me lifetimes ago. The boy's look stunned me, more than anything had in decades, and after just standing and staring at each other for what seemed an eternity: I fled. Fled and cried for what I had done and what I had become. Cried at the thought of how I had failed my son all those years ago and couldn't save him.

Years passed after that, yet I still watched the boy, night after night as he struggled in the woods to live off the land. At first when he ran away from the orphanage in the city I feared the worst and was wondering if I should intervene somehow. I decide against it but continue to watch him and my heart breaks. One lapse in resistance and I destroyed a young man's whole world. My inability to control my base instincts have left this poor one empty, hallow, and alone.

I can never forgive myself for what I have done.

As I continue to watch him, the boy named Corbin; I can't help be feel responsible. I am the reason this has happened. I cannot simply move on and forget this. A monster would but I am no monster. I fight every day to prove it. Beyond that, this young man has begun to show true promise. His spirit is strong and his resourcefulness is commendable. As much as I hate to think about it, he could perhaps become a useful tool to have in my war against the Prince. I will continue to watch and wait... but perhaps I can return some of which I have taken from him. Perhaps bring him in to a new family and gain a useful ally as well.

"Son of a bitch," the Sheriff scoffed as he regarded the words, "I wonder if our little fugitive has any idea the bitch that brought him into our world and was harboring him was the same one that tore his family apart," he added, shaking his head a bit.

A true piece of work, that woman was. Slaughtering that whole kid's family and then using him like her own personal pawn in her half-assed attempt to take down the Prince. He admired her style though: the best kind of person to trust was someone that had no one else to turn to.

He sighed and tossed the flimsy old journal onto the table with a groan of annoyance and grabbed his notepad. "So basically we have a kid with no ties at all here aside from her. He ran away from the orphanage at fourteen, no close friends or anything there. He bounced back and forth between the woods and living among the homeless for another few years but never got overly close to any of them. And then this bitch brings him under her wing and sets him up hiding in crack houses and drug dens on the outskirts of the city, again a host of people with nothing helpful to offer on him."

The Prince was clear, the sire and her childe were to die. But he was simply out of leads.

"So what do we do?" His companion asked him softly.

The Sheriff sat quietly in thought for a moment then let out another growl of frustration, "Call in the rest of t he boys. Let's get all local guys in on this but not mention anything to anyone else." he said, making it clear he only meant the ghouls and mortals loyal to him. "We'll do one big pass on the city and turn over everything and see what we can find. If he's here... we'll find him."

"Get them each a copy of the file," he said, tossing the entire packet he had created on the Gangrel pup onto the table between them. "I want this asshole found... tonight."

Months later...

Corbin sat quietly in the boxcar on the train he was stowing away on as he watched his home fade into the distance as the train pulled out of the station. He would miss it, but it was the only way he could be sure he'd be safe. Each night he wondered if that would be the night the Sheriff of Kansas City tracked him down and finished what he started. Even as far away as he was when in Maine he still couldn't feel comfortable. He had to keep moving and stay ahead of his pursuers. Jessica, his sire, had only mentioned one other person to him before that she trusted outside of Kansas City… someone who resided in Anchorage. He was running out of places to run and so he thought that would be as good a place as any.

Slowly he looked away and reached into his small duffle bag that now carried everything he owned in this world. Inside he found the smooth leather cover of the journal he purchased at a bookstore near the port. Jessica had always encouraged him to keep one, to have something to look back on and to help retain a shred of his humanity. She had always said it was so easy to lose sight of what it meant to be human. Perhaps she was right.

Opening the journal he stared down at the empty first page and pulled out a pen. He cleared his mind and listened to nothing but the soft, repetitive sounds of the train chugging along. He found it soothing and it allowed him to focus on nothing but the task before him. He knew he had plenty of time before he got all the way to Alaska, so he decided to start from the beginning.

Excerpts from Corbin Grayson's Journal

The First Few Months at the Orphanage

Even to this day I remember how the house felt the last night I slept there; the oppressive emptiness of it. I remember wanting to just wake up from the horrible nightmare. To just wake up and head into the kitchen to find my mother cooking breakfast on another plain, ordinary Saturday morning. My dad would be up, nursing another of his hangovers, and he'd yell at me about how I was lazy and useless, even though I was only ten. I used to hate when he did that, yet at that point I would have given anything in the world to hear it just one last time.

The house felt barren after the incident… after… my parents were killed, I remember. I felt like there was nothing left for me there; nothing but painful memories and loneliness. The police sent someone the next day to take me to my next home in the city nearby, a place where a lot of kids like me stayed and that it would be full of friends. Even then I doubted it, not aware of how terrible it would be..

The place they sent me to was the HALO Foundation Orphanage, a sad, rundown prison of a place that would serve as my source of endless torment for the next four years. I remember the long, decaying corridors of the dorms, the stale lingering scent of rot that permeated the entire building, and the sick, sadistic staff that oversaw it all. Even to this day I don't think I could come up with a more sad and horrible place for a child.

The weeks dragged into months and I would just spend my time alone in my room ignoring all the kids who I was placed with. I made the mistake of telling them about the night my parents were killed once and the teasing and ridicule began almost instantly. Even the staff would call me a freak and a liar whenever I would try to tell them what I saw. It was perhaps the first time I realized the importance of fitting in or, at the very least, pretending to. It was a hell of a way for a kid to start to learn his place in the world.

It didn't take long to adapt. I realized no one would believe me so I never uttered another word about that night again. It was around that time that I also began to figure out the game of that place and how to survive it. I learned which staff members to smile at, which to pretend to confide in, and which to act like I was afraid of (some of them had really gotten off on this.) I learned how to make myself shrink into the background and keep clear of trouble, and when to drop an encouraging word to get someone else to take the fall, and especially to make myself scarce when some of the more perverse staff made late-night visits to the children's ward.

I didn't always get ignored, but I was beaten and tormented significantly less than most children which, for me, was a win. I was too busy trying to survive and not realizing just what a fucked up childhood I was having in the process. It's funny how even to this day some things don't change. Survival always seems to consume me.

Anyhow, another of the skills I worked on at that age was getting the other kids in trouble or pushing them to do things they shouldn't. The whole building was full of people, kids and staff alike, who had tormented me in one way or another over the years and I paid them back, carefully choosing how and when. I vividly remember one kid I really focused on and how I almost got him to kill himself without even realizing it. Matthew was his name and he was a year younger than I had been but almost twice my size. He had beaten me up a few times during my first week at the orphanage and I bided my time and waited for the perfect opportunity.

I got close with him, became a 'friend', even sharing whatever I'd bring back on the nights I snuck out to escape for short periods of time and see the city. He loved chocolate, and I think he was fond of having found what he thought was a friend too, and I provided both regularly. Over the course of a month I had convinced him that if he wanted to get in with the older kids, something he was always talking about, he needed to act like them. One of their biggest pastimes they had was sneaking away and getting high when they could. I convinced him that pouring a little bit of bleach into his soda and drinking it would give him the same high, just like them, and when they started to notice they'd realize how cool he was at that he was one of them. The idiot was eager to believe me, and blinded by our youth, and so he did it. For weeks I would urge him poison himself a little at a time and find ways to help him hide it. I assured him that the blood he was coughing up was a normal part of the process and that he shouldn't tell any of the staff or else they'd know what he was doing and the older kids would never accept him.

The night he rode away in the ambulance I was all smiles, watching from the small window of my room as they loaded him into the back. There was something intoxicating about gaining his trust, using his own ambitions against him, and giving him the help he needed to destroy himself. Even as a kid of ten I felt the power that gave me. I might not have understood all the nuances of it at the time, but I was becoming quite the manipulator and I didn't have much of a conscience to get in the way. Knowing I could have that effect on someone was addictive for me and made my head swim. I knew it was wrong in a way but who gave a shit? People had given up and abused me all my life. All I was doing was giving it back.

Working My Way Back Home

Until I was fourteen I lived in that forsaken shithole of an orphanage. I knew every resident and staff member by name and what buttons to push with most of them. I had gained a reputation with the kids as well and getting picked on in my later years was pretty rare. The staff still did their thing and I never fully escaped the beatings, punishments, or occasional indecencies, but they knew to keep an eye on me now. One even began taking extra notice of me; a man, who I hadn't known at the time was a ghoul for my eventual sire. He had been placed there to keep tabs on the children, a mainstay of the Ventrue Prince's diet it seemed, but he also watched me for other reasons.

A few weeks past my fourteenth birthday, which passed without notice like any other day at the orphanage, I began to yearn to be away from the place. I knew the things we faced daily weren't normal and even the games I played were no longer enough to drown out how miserable I was. Late that night, without a word to anyone, I snuck out and headed back to where I used to live.

My childhood house was boarded up and half-destroyed and to this day I never found out what happened to it after that last visit. Not being deterred, I proceeded into the woods behind it and settled into the campsite my family and I had always used. My parents had little money growing up so one of the things we did was go camping in the woods in out beyond our yard. We lived close to a huge stretch of forest and my father grew up in the backwoods of a small Florida town, so he was raised as a bit of a hunter and a woodsman. From the time I turned eight he started teaching me the things his father did when he was little. It was the closest thing we had to bonding.

As I look back I realized just how much I hated him for being a drunk and a loser in almost every sense of the word. From barely keeping our family fed and clothed to being unable to hold a job for longer than a few weeks, he was a useless piece of shit. If nothing else I hoped I never turned out to be like that pathetic man who half raised me. Everyone walked all over him and if he hadn't been killed that night  he surely would have destroyed the family and ended up dead one way or another anyhow. Fuck him.

But without my family and the house we clung to, I didn't realize how vulnerable I was. One night, shortly after getting settled at the campsite, I was ripped from sleep by a booted foot kicking me in the face. I remember opening my eyes and wiping my hand across my nose, feeling the stream of blood pouring from it. A group of kids just a few years older than me were going through everything I owned, helping themselves to the few things I'd collected and discarding everything else haphazardly around the forest floor while taking turns beating me.

And there I was... helpless again. The feeling of being a complete slave to things I could never control. That feeling is the worst thing in the world I have ever experienced and nothing before seemed as horrible as this time was. I swore then that if I lived I would do anything and everything to never be that vulnerable again.

Once they were satisfied they had everything of value, all four of them surrounded me and began the final beating. A blur of kicks and punches one even using a thick branch he’d picked up off the ground beside me. I remember laying there defenseless as they beat away without mercy. I don't know how long it lasted but it only took a handful of minutes until I lost consciousness.

As my mind spiraled into blackness all I could think about was how unfair the world was and how everyone in it was out to ruin me. I was sure I would die.

Imagine my surprise when I actually woke up sometime later. I'm not sure how long, they stole my father's watch that I usually wore, but judging by the night sky I had guessed it was at least a few hours. As I came to I saw her sitting there on a thick fallen tree trunk; the woman I would come to know as Jessica Banes. I rolled a bit to try to sit up and my body erupted in pain. I grimaced until it passed and then looked down at my mangled body. I could tell my nose was broken without even touching it and I could feel bone grinding against bone when I talked in my jaw. My clothes were all torn and covered with blood and I could see my arm, which had been tied in a makeshift splint, had been broken as well. The bone was jutting out at an irregular angle under the skin.

I gazed up at Jessica helplessly and she regarded me with a look I was very unfamiliar with; one of compassion. She came to me and sat by my side, her soft cold lips kissing my forehead before she looked me directly in the eyes again. To this night I'll never forget the words she said to me.

"I need you to trust me, Corbin. Do you trust me?"

I had nothing left to lose, nothing she could take from me or do to me that hadn’t already been done, so I nodded and watched numbly aware of what was going on. As I think back, I'm pretty sure I had a concussion at the time. Perhaps that would help explain why I did what she asked next. She took my camping knife and ran it across the length of her wrist, drawing a thin strip of crimson. She then pushed her wound to my mouth and told me to drink…and I did. I remember being scared at first and unsure of what I was doing and why,  but as more and more of her sweet blood touched my tongue I grew more confident. I remember drinking for a while until a wave of nausea hit me and I blacked out again.

Post Embrace, A New Me

As time passed I learned what I was and began to embrace my new life. Just passing eighteen and serving as a ghoul to a vampire I found myself feeling much less vulnerable on the streets, in the woods and in the slums where I ended up. Jessica had urged me to move closer to her in the city and it landed me in one of the shadiest and rundown neighborhoods in the entire state. I didn't see her much, and rarely had her blood to rely on with any regularity, but I still managed.

The concealment those slums provided was perfect for what I was becoming. With endless rows of dilapidated housing and the streets clogged with homeless vagrants, street-tough gang members, and drug addicts of all shapes and sizes it was a fitting place to blend into the background and not be noticed. Besides, no one wanted to go into this shit-ridden section of town without a good reason... and that was one of the things I loved about it. I was a small fish in a pond no one cared to clean and I was left alone to do almost anything I pleased.

I found the similarities of those slums and the orphanage I had abandoned to be striking. The players were different, the rules varied, but the game was essentially the same. I twisted the people around me for my own amusement and I got even better at it. Gang wars were initiated, the homeless would fight and kill each other on my whim, and curious high-school girls from the fancier sides of the city would get drawn into my web and become drug-riddled prostitutes with the proper guidance. I dabbled in all areas and relished each deliciously destructive chain of events I set in motion.

It wasn't a feeling of true power, I didn't walk among them and have them recognize me as someone who was in charge, but I was the one behind the scenes guiding their lives to some degree. My experiments with them overwhelmed me at times. I would eagerly watch from the shadows and see how one well-placed drop of a hint to one person would ripple across the surface here in our little pond and set off other events. The unpredictability of some would just add another level of difficulty to the game and another level of satisfaction when the goal was met. Sure, there were still major players in the area who I knew better then to try to mess with. But I stayed away from them and their affairs and just concentrated with the smaller scale things; the people no one really cared about or would miss, or the people who had already given up and were just looking for some direction to channel their forfeited lives.

Jessica would often visit me and admire the webs I wove and began to groom me to help in her war with the Prince. She had a very elaborate plan and, as good as I was, she was easily ten steps ahead. I was still young, you see, and while I worked with a game board using days and weeks as intervals she was playing in a whole different league where her plots had years and decades to unfold.

As the time drew closer for her plan to begin to churn into motion she embraced me.

I Don’t Really Miss the Days

When I was a normal kid I thought the little bit of power I had carved out in the orphanage was incredible. Then when I became a ghoul and stepped on to the slightly larger stage of the slums I thought I could never feel more dominant; I thought I could never feel less vulnerable to the shit-filled hateful world I had lived. But then I was embraced.

The new clarity it brought to things was more than I had ever imagined. The pangs of hunger, the exhaustion from days spent going about meaningless tasks, the need for rest and sleep; they were all stripped away in one moment of blood-filled bliss. Even at the height of my schemes before I was taken, I was still a fragile, helpless boy clinging to shadows. But now I was so much more.

Jessica taught me everything in the beginning: how to hunt, how to control my instincts, how to call our age-old powers from the blood that flowed in my veins. At times I think I didn't pick it up as fast as she hoped or, maybe it was just that she knew she was running out of time for her schemes, but whatever the case she still drove me hard to learn.

After she had shown me the ropes and laid out my part in her plans she left me alone for months on my own while she set things in motion. During that time I was like a kid in a candy store. Life had a new meaning to me and even the mundane events of this city of broken people provided me with endless arrays of discoveries. I spread out and tested my limits; I often had multiple things working at once, and I practiced my skills of bringing them all together in the end.

It's during this time I first became hooked on another addiction that I carry to this day. I had found that a particular blood called to me, one that seemed so much more satisfying than normal blood. It was the blood of the fallen people in the slums; the drug-tainted, putrid blood in their veins was more appealing to me than any meal from a fine restaurant could ever come close to when I was mortal. Each new addict I fed on, each new drug I discovered inside them, was another deliciously unique flavor that hit all different chords in my pallet. The tangy bitterness of a heroin users' blood, the muted and relaxing euphoria of the former athlete who lived off of painkillers, and the countless others on any number of drugs all came together to provide me with one of the most satisfying buffets I had ever known.

I would crave the taste of tainted blood without fail and still do. I can always manage to drink bland blood when I have to, it wasn't as if I didn't draw the same sustenance from it, however it left me feeling like I had wasted an opportunity for indulgence. Sure, a granola bar would sate an appetite, but a medium-rare T-bone steak tasted so much better.

Abandoning Homes Is Becoming A Hobby

To this day I still don't know what went wrong. One moment I was feeding from a regular of mine, Cindy, a barely eighteen runaway who was living with me, and the next people from all around the neighborhood were rushing into my haven to tell me what was going down.

What I did piece together was the Prince had caught wind of Jessica's plans and had her executed. Apparently the Sheriff had managed to connect the dots and took her out and he did it before she could warn anyone. Reports had started to flood in to me from all around the city as the lesser players linked to Jessica were also turning up dead. Fires raged in the city, SWAT teams raided homes, and even an FBI Task Force descended on the city and rounded up suspects on gang-related charges.

I wasn't sure how deep the breech went but I was smart enough to not wait and find out. I packed what little I had, it was my nature now to simply not grow too attached to anywhere or anything I couldn't fit in a suitcase, and I abandoned yet another home.

I kept my cell only long enough to realize everyone I knew who was involved with Jessica wasn't answering. Dead or in hiding themselves I'll never know. I tossed my phone into a river and had one of my lackeys drive me out of the city. Once again I found myself feeling vulnerable as we drove across the country and I curled up in motel bathtubs and closets to escape the sun as we made our escape.

After three days of driving we made it to Maine and I dismissed the driver. I bled him dry, put him into his truck, and let it slowly roll into one of the lakes on a back road that we had stopped to rest on. I'm not one to be sentimental or owe a debt; especially not to some gangster junkie who would most likely rush back and sell me out for the price of another hit of whatever he could get. Like all tools eventually do, he outgrew his purpose and was ready to be discarded.

It's as simple as that.

When I arrived later that night I discovered Kansas City had no monopoly and rundown neighborhoods and neglected slums. It didn't take me long at all to settle into a similar setup in a place called Lewiston, Maine. I claimed a home in what I thought was a good setup considering the area. It was a broken down shell of a recreation center that had been long abandoned and destroyed by age, weather, and the locals.

I spent the entire first night there just dragging garbage out of the main rooms and into the storage rooms in the back. It wasn't completely clean, but at least it had been a good start. I opened up the place to local kids and some of the gangs, letting them hang around inside and started laying the foundation for another herd. Finding the contacts I needed to start the drug supply flowing into the place wasn't a major task at all. I had a number of dealers fighting for my business, and once they came through and the word got out the people flocked to the little oasis in a desert of filth.

My new flock began to take shape and I settled in the city but no matter how many precautions I took, no matter how many ghouled servants I set around the place, I still didn't feel at ease. I knew Kansas City was a long ways away, and that a Prince of such a small city probably didn't have all that much pull, but there were too many things left to chance.

Up to this point I had always been in control, always pulling the strings and guiding the hands around me to some extent and staying off anyone else's radar, but now I was at the mercy of an invisible hand. Try as I might I couldn't shake the feeling. Night after night I'd add another layer of protection or another set of watchful eyes to guard me during the day, but it did little to quell my paranoia.

I resigned myself to the fact that I could never be at rest while within the reach of the Prince and Sheriff of Kansas City. I was there for less than a month before I decided Maine was never going to be a place I felt comfortable. I needed someone, an ally, and I only had one name left… Jessica had mentioned a name from Anchorage, a Nosferatu named Winter, and it where I would seek them out; it truly is my last hope. So, in a tradition I was now unfortunately becoming very well versed in, I packed up my things and slipped away into the night boarding the first west-bound train I could find.

I would find the one Jessica mentioned and try to get back in the good graces of a Prince, try to distance myself from the failed rebellion of my sire, and go back to carving a life out in the shadows once more.

[Nowherewoman]

Think I'm going to have to step away from this one, guys, sorry. Best of luck, and have fun with it!

[virtualblue]

Think I'm going to have to step away from this one, guys, sorry. Best of luck, and have fun with it!

flops sadly

[Blythe]

@Silim for this sheet! While I can't tell you if it's accepted or not since it's not done, you've got a strong base thus far! At the moment, all of your numbers look right. A recommendation for Backgrounds--consider taking at least one dot in Herd! And a recommendation for Freebies: another dot of Protean is always a good get for a Gangrel, particularly given those points you put in Brawl. :)

@TheWanderingMuse for this sheet! Everything checks out so far that I can see, and as we discussed, nothing wrong with City Gangrel since we found which Revised book they were in! Backstory is a whole glorious-ass SAGA and I'm here for it. I love the journal format, and you worked in the tie-in we talked about at the very end very elegantly! Anyways, sheet approved and I'll PM you the links you need!

Think I'm going to have to step away from this one, guys, sorry. Best of luck, and have fun with it!

*sadface* Sorry to see you go but I totally understand. 

[queenkam234]

Name:		Irene Louis		Player:		queenkam234
Clan:		Brujah		Chronicle:		Anchorage by Night
Nature:		Backseat Leader		Haven:		? ? ?
Demeanor:		Distracted Damsel		Concept:		Phoneaholic PA
Generation:		13th		EXP Spent:		0

Physical				Social				Mental
Strength:		●●○○○		Charisma:		●●●●○	(Clumsy Cute)	Perception:	●●●○○
Dexterity:		●●○○○		Manipulation:		●●●○○		Intelligence:	●●●○○
Stamina:		●●○○○		Appearance:		●●●○○		Wits:	●●○○○

Talents				Skills				Knowledges
Alertness:		●●○○○		Animal Ken:		○○○○○		Academics:	●●○○○
Athletics:		●○○○○		Crafts:		○○○○○		Computer:	●●○○○
Brawl:		○○○○○		Drive:		●●○○○		Finance:	●○○○○
Dodge:		●●○○○		Etiquette:		●○○○○		Investigation:	●○○○○
Empathy:		●●●○○		Firearms:		●○○○○		Law:	●○○○○
Expression:		●○○○○		Melee:		○○○○○		Linguistics:	○○○○○
Intimidation:		○○○○○		Performance:		○○○○○		Medicine:	●○○○○
Leadership:		●○○○○		Security:		●●○○○		Occult:	●○○○○
Streetwise:		●●○○○		Stealth:		●○○○○		Politics:	●○○○○
Subterfuge:		●●○○○		Survival:		○○○○○		Science:	○○○○○

Backgrounds				Disciplines				Virtues
Resources:		●●○○○		Celerity:		●○○○○		Conscience/Conviction:	●●●○○
Herd:		●○○○○		Potence:		●○○○○		Self-Control/Instinct:	●●●●○
Contacts:		●●○○○		Presence:		●●○○○		Courage:	●●●○○

Humanity/Path:

●●●●● ●●○○○

Willpower:

●●●●● ○○○○○

Blood Pool:

? ? ?

Health:

Merits & Flaws

Merits
- Blush of Health (2pts): You look more hale and healthy in appearance than other vampires, allowing you to blend with human society much more
easily. You still retain the color of a living mortal, and your skin feels only slightly cool to the touch.
- Concentration (1pt): You have the ability to focus your mind and shut out any distractions or annoyances. Characters with this Merit are unaffected by any penalties stemming from distracting circumstances.

Flaws
-

Freebie Points

20 points
- Spend 3 points to get those 3 points of Merits
- Spend 7 points to gain 1 more Presence dot
- Spend 2 points  to get 1 more Drive
- Spend 2 points  to get 1 more Streetwise
- Spend 2 points  to get 1 more in Etiquette
- Spend 2 points  to get 1 more Academics
- Spend 2 points  to get 2 more Willpower

Backstory

The middle child of a middle-class family in Los Angeles, Irene grew up surrounded by celebrity without ever being able to attain it herself. Her father was a personal driver for Clarita Evans, a former Motown diva and sometime actress who continued her current lifestyle through talent show judging and cruise ship tours. The hours were long, and Clarita, whenever Irene actually had a chance to meet her was rude, but the faded glamour appealed to Irene, who spent many hour renting old movies from the public library. As the middle child, she was often left to do things on her own, quietly excelling in school.

Within, though, she always had a thirst for adventure, something that used to be fulfilled by Girl Scout camping trips in her youth, but began to be supplanted by doing little things around school. A little graffiti here, a rumor spread there - never enough to make sure that negative attention was placed on her, but just enough so that she could hear the murmurs about what was going on at school, while she could lie back and know that they were really all talking about her. In contrast, her friends from high school, namely one Tiffany Hills, heiress to a motel chain, were far more exuberant, while Irene stayed in the shadows, not quite on the periphery but always watching.

It was after graduating college with a film degree that Irene found herself becoming the personal assistant to Tiffany. She needed a job, Tiffany was setting her sights on becoming some kind of influencer, and paying the bills seemed like a better idea than starving. Of course, with Tiffany being as oblivious as she was, Irene began to skim a bit off the top. Not that she did that from the outset, but Irene figured that some of the money meant to go towards another chihuahua outfit could've been better used to pay someone's bills, or as donations to those organizations that always showed up on Tiffany's social media feed. As the one in charge of arrangements and finances, this went well - up until Irene met an enigmatic entrepreneur, one Sylvester McAdams, and when she agreed to put some of her funds in a company that didn't end up panning out. Or, even really existing.

Sylvester had always seemed a little strange - he said he was Irish, but the words were almost quaint, and he had an astounding lack of pop culture knowledge for someone in LA, but it didn't really all come together until Tiffany realized that Irene was using some of her own funds. At that time, it seemed right to try to flee, but with the force of all the lawyers one irate heiress could hire breathing down her back, Sylvester offered her a solution.

And in a moment of desperation, Irene agreed. While Irene's wide array of skills ended up being something of an asset to the Camarilla, the site in which she left her mortal life - namely, disappearing while under the employ of a very litigious individual, meant that staying in California did not seem tenable - at least, according to the Prince, who very strongly recommended that Irene leave for Anchorage or face a sunrise.

Now that she's been in Alaska for two years or so, Irene has attempted to establish a foothold for herself, with nothing but her wits and her scheduling acumen.

[Blythe]

Hi, queenkam234! Here's a quick review of your sheet! While the sheet and backstory are pretty awesome, I think we need to fix some numbers! It looks like your numbers for Freebies are a little off, so let's try to fiddle with it a bit! Your Virtues are also a little off--you're missing a dot! You start off each Virtue with 1, then spend your 7 Virtue points across them, so go ahead and bump Courage up to 3 for free. Willpower is equal to your starting Courage, so your starting Willpower is only 3 rather than 6. :)

This is the Freebie Spending Chart you need!

Freebie Point Costs
Attribute 5 per dot
Ability 2 per dot
Discipline 7 per dot
Background 1 per dot
Virtue 2 per dot
Humanity 1 per dot
Willpower 1 per dot

I also awarded an extra five Freebie points to start with, so you get 20 to start with rather than the typical 15, which means we don't need to remove too terribly many things to make the numbers work. :)

My recommendation for your Freebie expenditure would be this, personally:
- Spend 3 points to get those 3 points of Merits
- Spend 7 points to gain 1 more Presence dot
- Spend 2 points  to get 1 more Drive
- Spend 2 points  to get 1 more Streetwise
- Spend 2 points  to get 1 more in Etiquette
- Spend 2 points  to get 1 more Academics
- Spend 2 points  to get 2 more Willpower

If you are okay with this recommendation, change the following things on your sheet!
- Etiquette has only 1 dot now
- Finance has only 1 dot now
- Courage is now 3 dots
- Willpower is now 5 dots

Let me know if this works for you (if not that's totally okay and we can talk out what stats matter most and how to make that happen!), and if it does, go ahead and edit your sheet. Once that's done, let me know and I don't see a reason why we couldn't get this sheet approved soon! :)

[Silim]

Sheet has been finished! Took your advice of a dot of Herd to heart, and I hope the backstory is a good read.

[queenkam234]

Okay, made the changes!

[Blythe]

@queenkam234: Review 2.0 for this sheet! Sheet approved! Welcome aboard and I really look forward to seeing what Irene gets up to!

@Silim: For this sheet, review 2.0! I really like Fiona--her activism roots actually initially made me think "Brujah?" but she's a Gangrel, so I like that you're mixing it up a little and doing something a little unexpected. Attributes & abilities look good. Backgrounds, Virtues, etc. all check out. However, for Merits/Flaws--you have 5 points of Merits and only 4 in Flaws. This means you had 19 Freebies to work with, not 18. Recommendation: put that remaining Freebie to use as another point of Willpower. Regardless of what you choose to do with it, consider your sheet approved.

I'll get you both some game links shortly!



And that's it, folks! I've got a fairly big player roster right now, so I think this is where I close recruitment! Thanks so much to everyone who dropped by, who made a sheet (whether or not you opted to remain!), and thanks for just generally reading/engaging. If anyone stumbles on this thread and wants to play but sees recruitment is closed, you can PM me to go on a "waiting list"--wherein I would invite you if one of my players were to drop.