Bloodlust - A Tale of the Night

[Always]

i've always wanted to start a Vampire: The Masquerade thread here on the board - i think i did like ages ago - but here is the new thread...

Okay if you're familiar with V:TM rules you know what the Camarilla and Sabbat and all are right? Well in our city (conveniently named New Orleans) the Masquerade has fallen to peices, the Sabbat attacks are getting more and more violent, threatening to destroy the city, and the religious people of the city are going nuts saying the apocalypse is coming. Garou and Mages and Fae and whatever are welcome; just please no like Antediluvians please. Maybe a Methusie. But nothin TOO powerful, k?

My Character: Iana (gangrel)
gen: 8th
phys: 12 soc 10 ment 14
disciplines:
animalism x5
fortitude x2
obfuscate x5
potence x3
protean x7
auspex x3
celerity x3
quietus x1

for history: http://www.geocities.com/kittiklaw


(okay, the story setup starts)

In the midst of all this turmoil, the standing Camarilla "government" has pretty much fallen to peices. The prince was left for dawn by a bunch of gangsters, presumably Brujah. Me? I was just the Gangrel who'd been the Nosferatu primogen's ghoul (loooong story). I got my sire killed by the new Prince, Dameon - a Brujie. Met Julius before he died - you know the Justicar? I ended up his archon's (Gangrel of course, not that there were many of my clan left in the ranks of the Cam) honorary childe - I think the guy kinda liked me. *shrugs* never know, though, in the Kindred society he could have simply thought me ambitious enough to support. Never know...

so now, on an errand for Dameon - and he knew he was lucky cause not only did i never do favors, i sure as all hell NEVER left Chicago, much less to go to New Orleans to stop the Sabbat attacks - out of not only my city, but my state, and in Hickland at that.

I sighed and patted my trusty sniper rifle and my little cell phone - Dameon inistsed i carry one - and sighed as I walked into the dark alleys of a falling city.

 

[TexasKnight]

ooc: Hi, I've got the V:TM computer game. It's pretty cool, so I know a bit about it. If I get something wrong, feel free to correct me.

Char. Name: Drake DeLaroughe
Clan: Lasombra
Physical stats: Str: 75
Dex: 50
Sta: 80

Mental stats: Per: 63
Int: 85
Wit: 77

Social stats: Cha: 95
Man: 66
App: 99

If you haven't seen these stats before, it's cause they're in the computer version.

Disciplines: Dominate-Commandx4, Possession5
Obtenebration-Dark Hunterx5
Potencex5
Feedx5
Blood Healingx5
Walk the Abyssx5

I hope you don't consider me too strong. If so, I'll change.

ic: Walking through the New Orleans crowd at night, Drake DeLaroughe curses to himself for letting that damned Tzemesce beast get away from him. If there had been no humans around, he would have summoned a Dark Hunter to take care of it easily, but he must follow the rules of the Kindred, and never show himself as a vampire. He reaches into the pocket of his tailored leather trench coat, patting the Dragonsbreath Pistol((it's a firearm that fires incendiary rounds, not sure if it's just in the comp. game or not)), swearing he'd get the bastard next time. Realizing that it's almost dawn, he decides to use Walk the Abyss to get back home, so he steps into a dark alleyway. Not seeing where he's going, he doesn't notice the young woman until he bumped into her. Startled, he backs up a bit, and speaks with a Cajun accent.

"Pardon me. I did not see you there."

 

[Miguelito Breathstealer]

Nod

OOC: I hope you don't mind if I skip with statistics. I promise to play nice. Originally inspired with the live-action rules, this concept is primary mental, secondary physical, and tertiary social.
My character is a Tremere with a bit of a history. I wouldn't mind if I could insite the assistance of a Brujah player and a Toreador eventually to flesh out the concept. Reasons for these will be self evident. And I will likely look for a toreador first. But if I don't find either one, I won't be broken up.

IC:
The old frail looking figure pushed his way accross the harbor. He knew that he didn't have much time left before the Yellow Face would open its eyes and frown upon him, so he hurried as best he could. But he also knew that some things take as long as they take, and there just wasn't any way around it. His quest he had started those five centuries ago in Vienna had taken him many strange places and shown him many strange things. He had seen all sorts of horror and torment, and it had taught him to be careful and patient.
So why he was rushing into a warzone in search of a few myths regarding seven square inches of parchment baffled him. It was the Great Book of Caine that had inspired his journey to begin with, so it would be a bitter end if it would be in search of the last shreds would see him destroyed in the fires that were consuming the Kindred of this place called New Orleans.
It was fear that drove him onward, fear that those fires would consume this last evidence he needed to finish his restoration of the book.

The last few meters from the dock seemed the most terrible to his tired arms as he searched for a spot to tie his boat. Tie it? Nevermind. If things went well, he wouldn't be needing it again. Perhaps, he thought, he could find a safe place to sleep under the docks . . .

 

[Always]

ooc: go 'head miguelito i play by LARP rules. neither of ya are too strong and 'Sombras are fun...

IC: It took me a lot of control to not whirl and gut him right there, my Protean-induced claws stopping inches from his undead flesh. "Watchit," I growled softly. I sniffed the air and smelled the taint of the shadow and backed off a little. <Those damned Lasombras are powerful> I thought as I retracted my claws. "Ya can't sneak up on me gumbo boy, likely to get gutted."

(ooc: on a search for de book o' nod? saweet)

 

[TexasKnight]

"I am sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." Smiling slightly, I bow and take her hand, kissing it. "I am Drake DeLaroughe, at your service. I can sense that you are a fellow Kindred.

 

[Miguelito Breathstealer]

Nod

OOC: Glad you like my contribution. It just seemed right.
I'm going to let you two develope your dialogue before I kick in again. Either that or another character, other wise I'm afaid I'll rush the timeline.

 

[Always]

(ooc: *happily and evilly rubs her hands together*)

(now all we need is... *runs off to kick Maniac a few times and see if he'll get in*)

IC: I calmed somewhat - after all he was pretty cute - but I still had to keep up my image, so i snatches my hand away and snarled softly. "Fellow Kindred or not, I am no fool to be toyed with." I rolled my shoulders up and over and nodded a little. "Drake...shadowmaster..."

<kyuketsuki no yami... ack those shadow tentacles get dangerous>


(ooc: take it where you will... and kyuketsuki no yami is japanese for vampire of darkness)

 

[TexasKnight]

Feigning shock, I try and look hurt. "Toyed with? Who said I wanted to toy with you?? I was just trying to be friendly." Looking at the horizon, I can barely make out the tiniest rays of sunlight. "I'd love to stay and chat, but it seems we're running out of nighttime. I was just about to teleport to my sanctuary. perhaps you'd like to join me for some chilled wine, or blood?"

 

[Miguelito Breathstealer]

Nod

It was very concerning to know that fiery death was rising so soon and that shelter was so insecure. The grizzeled old beast wrpped his cloak aroud more tightly in a gesture that might be disguised as being cold. All he needed was a dark place. He had the preparations with him to perform the rituals to keep his temporary haven safe and dark, but he needed one that no kine would interfere with. He watched the streets as he crossed from the pier in hopes of spotting an early riser, or better still a homebound thirdshifter. On of the primere inventions of the twentieth century, the 24-hour business day.

He tried to blend into the shadows around him. It was not a gift he specialized in, but he found it was invaluable on a rushed occation such as this. The sound of keys jingling in a lock met his ears from around the corner and down the block a ways, and he rushed to intercept. He arrived as the sky was turning grey and found a woman in a waitress uniform entering an apartment building. Not wanting to follow too close and arrouse her suspicions too early, he reached out to cross the final distance with his mind. The gift of movement without movement allowed him to catch the door just before it latched. He then waited as she traveled up the stairs. He listened through the walls the hear until she reached her own appartment, counting the number of steps once she turned out of sight. He felt confidant that the heat trace on the knob would tell him which door was hers, but for now he waited until she was well inside. The air was already getting uncomfortably bright, but once again he found himself in a situation that could not be rushed.

 

[Miguelito Breathstealer]

OOC:

You guys still out there? An' I was all 'cited 'bout this too!

 

[TexasKnight]

ooc:

Me too. I was starting to get into it.