V;tm — The Brujah Clan

[StarXChyld]

OOC: Respecting no authority and acknowledging no leaders, the "rabble" consider themselves free.

Wondering what I'm talking about? Then you obviously haven't been paying attention to our little experiement we've got going on here at the SRP forum. Check out the link below for further information. . .in the meantime, let me introduce you to your host on this thread; Flint Hawkeye or somethin' like that.

Take it away, Flint!

P.S. If you're interested in joining our little gang of bloodsuckers, either as a player or perhaps as a vict. . .er, volunteer. PM myself or any of the other players you see in the V;tm theads. We'd be delighted to have you. . .::the tips of her pearly white fangs glimmering in the moonlight::

 

[Chantal Marchon]

Dark, Dangerous and Deadly to Know- Describes Flint. But here is his bio.

Flint Hawkfire

Clan Brujah

Apx age- 23

Native American, 6’ 3”, Electric Blue Streak in long, straight black hair. Graceful as a panther, strong as a charging buffalo.

Flint was born in 1880 on a newly settled reservation in Oklahoma. His father, not wanting to forget all that had been his culture, taught him to hunt, track and to tame mustangs.

Flint left the reservation at the age of 20 when his father sickened and died from tainted food provided to the tribe by the Indian Agent.

Enraged by the corruption and greed that had killed his father and others; Flint snuck into the house of the Indian Agent and stabbed him to death. Careful that no one would know it was him, he snuck back to the reservation. Two months later, after the sheriff had quit nosing around, he left to find a job wrangling horses.

Later, Flint found his way to a rowdy gold town. One night while sitting in a bar drinking his whiskey, a fight broke out. Feeling like having some fun, he joined right in.

The last thing her remembered was some dangerous looking guy helping him out of the bar and down to some house outside of town. That night he was initiated into Clan Brujah.

Always the dare devil, he lived life on the edge, gambling, racing horses, and later racing dirt bikes and fast cars. When big movies started needing dare devil stunt men, he took on part time gigs.

An odd stunt involving gothic torture devices brought him into contact with Malicca. He took leading roles opposite Malicca from time to time and they became occasionally lovers. Flint has a mild obsession with Malicca which can cause him to act in jealous rages, which is why they spend little time with each other.

 

[Chantal Marchon]

I received a call last week- Tuesday i believe from a movie director that wanted to cast me in a new movie. I really hate schedules and the whole filming process but when I discovered Malicca was starring in it, I agreed, for a hefty price tag.

But I told the director if he wanted a good show, he had better step off. I hate these silly, little men that think they can tell me how to do my business. He was desperate so agreed. Kine. Annoying little fucks.

 

[Chantal Marchon]

Knowing absolutley nothing about Manchester, I surfed onto the internet (hey, I may be Brujah, I'm not stupid) and came up with some old article about a body found dead with no blood.

Wonderful, either a really careless neonate or sabbat, just what I needed.

I can sympathise with the sabbat, after all who wants some damn elders to tell them how to run every little aspect of their lives. But I don't care for carelessness. I survive because i don't leave nasty evidence laying around.

Of course, it can't be a large group of sabbat or there would be a lot more mayhem and dead people laying about. Sabbat have a tendency towards excess and a large group would hardly care it was a Camarilla city.

For that matter I din't care either.

 

[Chantal Marchon]

I arrived in the city a day ahead of time. I wanted to scout around a bit and establish a secure location to work from. Hmm, I should probably call the Prince and ask about where I should hunt, but I really hate doing that.

I'll just go to the usual nasty places and she won't even notice I'm here, until some Nos. tells her.

I bet it will take three days tops, but maybe longer with this sabbat business.

 

[Silverluna]

Luna Silverstar

Mortal

Age: 21

Height: 5'8''

Hair: Short and choppy...highlights of red in her black hair. Often lazily draped across her eyes.

Eyes: Large brown eyes that often show her emotions....and for that reason are usually masked behind mirror sunglasses.

Background:

Luna's past is very sketchy and vauge. Only a few parts she can clearly remember through the hazy layers of survival in a bad part of the town. Her mother left her in the care of her abusive step-father and lived under his reign of terror until she was 18 and moved out....Years of drug experimentation, sex, and wild times have left her somewhat unsure about what all she did but thankfully she had some friends who helped her sort her life out...mostly...she was dating this new guy....some guy she met at the club where she performs in this grunge-punk band as a drummer...but he skipped out on her and she is now making her way to the bus to drag herself home....

 

[Chantal Marchon]

It was the start of a new night, Flint had been patient long enough. After scouting out the terrain the night before and setting up a secure haven, he felt he was entitled to a little indulgence. He decided it was time to find Malicca.

He had been told were she was staying and hopped on his motorcycle to look her up.

****skip to Toreador thread********

 

[Chantal Marchon]

Flint freed

Flint was sore and very irritable after his encounter with Dante and the unfaithful Malicca. He was working himself into a foul temper and looking for prey when he saw the girl with short black hair and dark mirror shades waiting imaptiently at the bus stop.


Perfect, just what I need right now, a snack.

"Hey, you need a ride? I saw the bus back a couple of miles and it had a flat tire, you might be waiting for awhile."

He beckoned her with his sinful eyes and took her hand to pull her closer.

 

[Silverluna]

"Eh. sure....I'll take the ride..." Luna doesn't show much excitement at the invitation...she's been picked up by strange men before....

"611 Hickory Street... Or anywhere else" Luna smiles a bit, its a cold and dispassionate smile, but still a rare sight. She straddles behind the rider with the infectious eyes and wraps her arms around his cold chest. He feels cold for such a warm night....must be the wind or something

Before the rider takes off she says her name is Luna....

 

[Chantal Marchon]

Flint drove the bike through a seedy section of town towards an old apartment building. He had no idea where the address that the girl had given him was and no desire to take her there.

He hopped off the bike and then lifted Luna off. He looked her in the eyes and asked "Do you like to live dangerously?"


He put his hand under her elbow and steered her down some steps into a basement apartment with no windows and only a minimal amount of furnishing.

 

[Silverluna]

"If I didn't would I be lurking outside late at night alone? Hey this isn't my place! Oh fine!" Rolls her eyes and follows this stranger...

 

[crystalizedjoy]

As Flint wandered into the bedroom, a strong hand grabbed Luna's arm and yanked her back through the doorway, and up the steps, into the night.

"Hey, remember me?" Salem asked, recognizing her from a club a few weeks ago. "C'mere, I got a surprise for you."

Still many hous until dawn, Salem led luna into an abandoned old liquer store. Dragging her to the basement, his lips locked to hers, stealing her breath.. At first she resisted, fear taking her, but soon, she succumbed, kissing back with the same passion as him. They laid down on a tattered old bed, bodies writhing together, clothes torn away and scattered across the small, dark room. After what seemed an eternity of blissful torture to luna, Salem finally penetrated her, filling her deeply. For an hour and and then a second, their bodies were joined, sharing each other in passion. Luna's body began to shake with on-coming orgasm, and Salem knew it was time. He bit deeply into her neck, the most convenient spot, and drank deeply of her crimson lust. Orgasm after orgasm racked her body as she was drained, fear and lust intermingled as they themselves were.

Finally, Luna's senses ceased, and she lay still, her last thought burned with pleasure and lust. The blade of a knife flashed in the meager light from the moon from a shattered window, and red drops stained Luna's lips. Finally, after what felt like eternity, she awoke once more, as he had years ago. A brief smile, and a briefer explanation of what she was. "You are now of Malkav's line. Listen for me on the cobweb, I'll call for you once you've adjusted." He led her the next night, after feeding fully from a drunk raver that had sought shelter in their hiding place, back to the basement where he had taken her from the brujah. He fled back away, heading downtown.

 

[Silverluna]

Luna wakes up face down on the pavement outside a building with a motorbike parked outside. Loud groans and wincing tumble out of her sore body as she crawls up into a sitting position. "What the fuck happened? Why am I here?"
Luna looks at her hands and notices her skin isn't as tan as it used to be...instead it is a nice cream color. She feels like the morning after a huge all night party but its still dark....What happened?

Images flash in her head:
.....the bus.....flat tire.....riding away on a bike.....cold chest and hard muscles....sensual eyes....then a crashing blow....waves of warm light and sexual bliss....something dark red....

 

[Chantal Marchon]

Flint was not a happy camper. The second his back was turned his prey had run off with someone else. An unfamiliar scent, but having the faint tang of the undead.

He had quickly moved to follow them, tracking at a distance, a silent unseen stalker. He was patient, he would wait for his vengenance.

He made his way back to his haven, feasting on a street person and then settling down to contemplate his future moves.

 

[Chantal Marchon]

"Hey, look what I found!" Four street punks gathered around Luna as she lay on the sidewalk.

"Oh yeah man, this must be our lucky night! I want her first. Let's take her over to that alley."

Two of the gang members picked her up and moved her into the alley next to the ran down tenament.

 

[Lady_Kit]

Ambrose, a member of Clan Ventrue, and one of Natalias personal network of spies, observes the activity of the Brujah & Malkavian vampires. His lip curls over yellowing fangs and his distaste of these Kindred is unmistakable. He is an old vampire and has become unstable with the passage of time. He is best suited for solitary hunting which makes him a great asset to the Prince; for centuries his task has been to watch and report on the activities of the other clans. His appearance is disheveled and dark, which lets him move relatively unobserved in the lower parts of the city. The only sign of his mental state is the habit of muttering beneath his breath about rabble, insanity and a lack of discipline while he moves about. Ambrose takes great pleasure in bringing the sins of the other clans to the attention of the Prince. It is with particular pleasure that he watches tonight. Though he finds both vampires a disgrace, that opinion stemmed from a snobbish feeling of superiority because he is Ventrue and they are not; in truth, he detests anyone not of his clan. Now, things have changed and he feels a triumphant sense of glee as the Malkavian seals his own fate. The Malk, Salem, must be reported to Prince Natalia and Ambrose relishes the chance to bear the news that two of the Traditions have been broken. He knows that Salem will be punished and he hopes to be allowed to administer the justice himself.

He watches as the gang takes the newly made vampire. He feels no impulse to help her; she is not of his Clan and in his mind beneath his notice. His only concern is serving Prince Natalia and gaining her favor.

“She’ll make me a Justicar for this. No one serves her better in finding the filth of the clans. I shall be Justicar Ambrose and all will bow before me!” His evil laughter drifts over the silent street and the small thread of sanity that still ties him to reality becomes a little thinner.

Ambrose imagines his reward as he hurries into the night, making his silent way to the Manchester home of his clan, The Princess Hotel.

 

[Silverluna]

Luna smells something....not unlike the richest chocolate...something she needs.....what can it be? ....a voice seems to whisper...."you know what it is...." No. No I don't..."yes...take it...NOW!"

Luna opens her eyes as the gang has hauled her to the alley and leering at her like a pack of starving wolves....She smiles....they laugh and smack her once...but then she swings her fist right into the first and he falls back a good distance. Unable to fully digest all that has happened she doesn't question her new powers...(must be just dumb luck?) Driven by her hunger for blood Luna knocks one out while the others slink away and pins his arms back and bites her precious victim deeply.

Sudden waves of delicious passion ripple through her...the thrill of the hunt....the seductive lure of blood....they all race to her head and she looses her touch with her surroundings and fails to hear the silent footsteps approching behind her.....she smells something different.....stops her feast....throws the body down and twirls around with her fists balled up at her sides....

"Who are you..." her voice calls out....Luna takes a step forward..

 

[Chantal Marchon]

"I thought I heard something that warranted my attention. Luna." Flint spoke as he stepped from the shadows.

"Drink your fill and when you are done, I will have to show how to properly dispose of the waste. Then I think we should talk." He stood back observing the mess, waiting for her to finish her business.

 

[Silverluna]

Luna is shaking from a sense of dread that has blanketed her spirit like rain at a picnic. She drops the body with a loud thump, she hasn't realized yet what just happened.
Feeling brave, if not more than a little bit stupid, she decides to talk to him first.
"I did not want to go with...Salem....I avoided him whenever I saw him...he's eh...not all there if you understand my meaning. I know you must be angry...I don't know exactly what happened....its still a blur but I am willing to work to make it up to you or whoever..."

Her eyes focus on the dead thug's face....dead....

 

[crystalizedjoy]

"She's telling you the truth, ya know," Salem spoke, stepping out from the shadows. He stepped over a head, and seemed impressed.

"My apologies for stealing your food, it's not a habit I normally make. The girl was a friend of mine from way back, and I couldn't bear to see her go like that."

Salem breifly touched luna's cheek with a cold fingertip. "She's yours to raise, if you like, I thought the brujah might need osme extra company in the city. Not that any of this will make it to the prince, the ventrue spy has already left."

Salem paused, and gathered his thoughts, as if testing something. "anyways, if you don't want the girl, I'll take her back. again, my humble apologies. If someone could direct me where to visit our prince, I should go pay a visit."

Salem stood, and patiently awaited directions.

 

[Chantal Marchon]

How do I get myself into these situtaions Flint questioned.

"First things first, Salem, you should contact the Prince and make your most abject apologies. Your childre will remain with me. That way if the Prince decides to lop off your head, as she well might, your childre won't be in her immediate reach. Then I think we will determine the next best course of action, the Prince could even order her into foster care so to speak."

Flint looks around in disgust, "and we have to clean up this mess, there is an incinerator in the basement, so Princess start gathering parts."

God! Who would have thought that a Brujah would play nursemaid to Malkavians!

"Lesson 1- we are vampires, we don't want any humans or other beings to know that we are vampires. This means we don't leave evidence lying around.

Lesson 2- Your haven is your little kingdom and no one should disrespect it. That means the Prince has the ultimate say in her city.

Lesson 3- Don't make another one without permission from the Prince.

Lesson 4- Until the Prince acknowledges your childre as a full member of the Camarilla you will be held responsible for every action of your childre and it is your responsibility to teach the childre how to survive in the Camarilla.

Lesson 5- In any city you have to go see the ruler and present yourself, if the ruler doesn't acknowledge you, you had best leave quickly.

Lesson 6- Thou shalt not kill another vampire without express permission of the Prince. -- Or in self-defense."

Flint grabbed Luna by the chin and held her gaze, "If the Prince lets you live, you must never forget these rules, to do so can result in your death. " He wanted to impress the importance of this one her for her survival.



Yeah, here I am preaching rules when the only one I tend to use is- Don't get caught!



"As for apologies to me, my night started off horribly and you didn't help. So I think it would be an understatment to say that Salem is not on my list of favorite people." Flint said with a grimace.

"now don't forget the body part over there," he pointed with one hand while walking towards the building caring a torso.

 

[crystalizedjoy]

Salem grimaced again at the Brujah.. "Once again, who IS prince here? I've asked several folks now, but no one ever says.. And secondly, where can I find him or her?"

Mr. Log appeared, and whsipered somethign to him, and Salem nodded his agreement. He grabbed the arm lying next to him, and followed Flint. "First rule, however, is simple: avoid the light."

 

[Silverluna]

Luna nods weakly and starts to gather the remains together. She carries them downstairs and into the basement's incinerator.

"I understand the rules...I will remain with you Flint until Salem comes back for me....if he does..." She says to the brooding figure turning on the furnace.

"Ok Luna now isn't the time to admire your elder's good looks and infectious presence....focus ...focus..." She thinks to herself, hoping no one knows how to read minds...

The bodies quickly burn in the inferno...

 

[Chantal Marchon]

"From my sources the Prince is named Natalia."

Flint walked into his small apartment and picked up the phone.

"Yes, this is Flint, I need contact information for the lady in charge please. Thank you that will be sufficient."

He turned to his two guests- "Just had to call my agent- he's Ventrue. Here's the info, cell phone, home phone, contact address- doubt its her actual address. Damn, I hate when he does that, he already told her I was in town, I was hoping to do it in person."



If I am going to be saddled with a Malk, at least she's cute.

 

[Silverluna]

Luna listens carefully as Flint talks with his agent on the phone...she wonders what a Ventrue is....

Luna sits down on the shabby sofa and takes this moment to check out her surroundings....the absence of bright lights....infact only the pale flickering of a televison set from the back room and the light of the table lamp shine feebily in the grim darkness.

"Flint, " she looks to the brooding figure," did you really want to make me a Brujah? Or was I just quick food?" This has been weighing heavily on her mind...just what might have happened if this worked out according to his "plan"....