Grey
Dialectical Hermeticist
That should work nicely.
-
If your recruitment thread involves completely going off site with your partner(s) then it belongs in the Off-Site Ad Area.
-
This area of the site is governed by the official Recruitment rules. Whether you are looking for players or looking for a roleplay, we recommend you read them and familiarize your self with them. Read the Recruitment Rules Here.
Vampire: The Requiem
- Thread starter Grey
- Start date
Esbilon
Seven Thousand Club
I'm interested as well! I need to read the Requiem bit first, though.
As for character, my first instinct is to resurrect my anarchic yet blood bound metalhead, but I have no idea how well that flies in Requiem, and I really should have more original ideas across the board.
As for character, my first instinct is to resurrect my anarchic yet blood bound metalhead, but I have no idea how well that flies in Requiem, and I really should have more original ideas across the board.
Epiphany
Proverbs 17:9
Like Esbilon, I may be interested as well. I've never played Requiem, though (or any nWoD game) so I'll need to do some reading before anything. If you fill up with players before I come up with a sheet, no worries. 
Edit: Still reading but considering a Daeva if no one else is.
Edit: Still reading but considering a Daeva if no one else is.
Last edited by a moderator:
Epiphany
Proverbs 17:9
Alright, here's a draft concept. As I've never played Requiem before, I'm leaving open the option of one of the player's PCs being Maia's sire. If you're game for a ghoul henchman who you recently Embraced, let's talk possibilities.
Name: Maia Asim
Concept: Just promoted ex-Ghoul, trying to reexamine a misspent life while joining the big leagues.
Aspirations:
Clan: Daeva or Mekhet (or possibly Clan matching a PC who'd like to be her Sire?)
Covenant: Ordo Dracul
Mask: Questioner
Dirge: Penitent
Touchstone:
-History-
Maia Asim was born the youngest of three children to a pair of Egyptian expatriates, Khui and Rai Asim. This began the decline of the Asim faily, as her mother, the principal wage earner for the family, died giving birth to her. Her father exhausted his savings by the time she was 4 trying to raise his three children as he had been and when he lost his corporate job, they lost their home as well. While Khui eventually found contract work, Maia grew up in a state of scarcity that led to a great deal of anger between Maia and her siblings, Tia and Ani as well as a profound disinterest in the family's Muslim faith.
By the time Maia was a teenager, she was constantly into trouble and fell into the drug scene. While weed and E didn't do much for her, Maia liked the money and got into selling them for a local dealer. The money and lifestyle brought her into contact with London's underground street fighting culture, which only made her more violent. After brawling at school got her into trouble, her father Khui enrolled Maia into a Jeet Kun Do studio which the young woman took to like a fish in water.
It almost saved her. Maia found the discipline and structure of Jeet Kun Do compelling and competitive fighting tournaments at last gave her a legitimate, legal outlet for her anger. But even as her skill and prowess grew, she discovered her dealer cutting her out of owed profits. In a rage, Maia put the man in the hospital and ended up taking over his business.
By the time Maia was 18, she was pulling in more money than her father made at his contract IT job. At 22, she was tapped to move up to help with distribution by a Colombian drug cartel shipping cocaine into the country. By the time she was 25, Maia was a known local player with her youth and gender helping her avoid legal entanglements while her brutal fighting skill kept her dealers in line.
It all changed when Maia met a vampire.
(The following is likely to change if a PC wants to have been her sire).
It started with a chance meeting at a bar, out with friends. Just some stranger she'd never met, some unusually honest conversation followed by heart-to-heart confession. Maia started running into her mystery woman on a regular basis, at her favorite fighting ring, on the street and once even in the office she ran her local drug ring out of.
Maia's not sure when things started changing. She can't recall the date when something extra special turned up in her coffee or passed her lips while she slept. But she started getting stronger, hungrier and her mystery woman became so much more compelling. In a matter of months, Maia turned over most of her day-to-day work to her best friend, Luis Reyes. Instead, she found herself running errands and handling appointments, tapping her connections for information or money, sometimes playing bodyguard or date on social occasions. She ignored all the warnings from her friends, concerned with how much she'd changed. Maia was in love; what the hell did they know?
A few weeks ago, it all came to a head. Something took a shot at the object of her obsession and Maia took on a man, only to find he was far more a monster than she was. Mortally wounded, she went to sleep thinking wistfully of the faith she'd always neglected...and woke, not to the Day of Judgment and either Janna or Jahannam but instead to a piercing, unending thirst.
Now Maia's having to rethink a whole lot of things, what she's done and what she's going to do. She's stronger, faster, more powerful than ever but at such cost. The Ordo Dracul look for the best of both worlds and they're the people in charge. So Maia's willing to play by their rules, maybe even believe. After all, she was raised to believe God planned everything for everyone. If this was what He had planned for her, then the only one she could rely on to save her now was herself.
Maia is an attractive if somewhat unremarkable girl, not much different than any college student on the street. Her slightly dusky skin and eyeliner-accented eyes draws a bit of attention to her ethnic Egyptian origins. She usually wears mundane clothing, often jeans, t-shirt and a blue pulldown stocking cap and/or cardigan for a bit of warmth in London weather.
The young woman smiles easily and seems curious in a friendly way. At least on first impressions. Dig any deeper and there's habitual tension in the corners of her eyes, in her tense posture and relentless wariness towards her surroundings. If you've seen a lot of girls that look like her, she's seen a lot of people that look like you and the only question that matters is if you're going to be good or bad for business.
@Alexandra Grey suggested you might want right of first interest/refusal for a henchman if you make your Khabit?
Concept: Just promoted ex-Ghoul, trying to reexamine a misspent life while joining the big leagues.
Aspirations:
- Figure out what to tell (or not tell) her family.
- Decide what to do about her drug ring.
- Learn to survive as a vampire.
Clan: Daeva or Mekhet (or possibly Clan matching a PC who'd like to be her Sire?)
Covenant: Ordo Dracul
Mask: Questioner
Dirge: Penitent
Touchstone:
- The Moral Father: Khui Asim never gave up on his prodigal daughter who never went to mosque or showed much love to any of her family. He should have. But if undeath is proof of how little God cares, a father's love is proof of how much He should. It's too bad Maia had to die to realize he was worth listening to.
- The Former Partner: Luis Reyes showed her the ropes when Maia first started dealing when she was 15. Their loyalty and friendship have survived ten years in a profession that doesn't know the meaning of those words. Luis doesn't get why his best friend's changed so much lately but, for her, he always has an open ear.
-History-
Maia Asim was born the youngest of three children to a pair of Egyptian expatriates, Khui and Rai Asim. This began the decline of the Asim faily, as her mother, the principal wage earner for the family, died giving birth to her. Her father exhausted his savings by the time she was 4 trying to raise his three children as he had been and when he lost his corporate job, they lost their home as well. While Khui eventually found contract work, Maia grew up in a state of scarcity that led to a great deal of anger between Maia and her siblings, Tia and Ani as well as a profound disinterest in the family's Muslim faith.
By the time Maia was a teenager, she was constantly into trouble and fell into the drug scene. While weed and E didn't do much for her, Maia liked the money and got into selling them for a local dealer. The money and lifestyle brought her into contact with London's underground street fighting culture, which only made her more violent. After brawling at school got her into trouble, her father Khui enrolled Maia into a Jeet Kun Do studio which the young woman took to like a fish in water.
It almost saved her. Maia found the discipline and structure of Jeet Kun Do compelling and competitive fighting tournaments at last gave her a legitimate, legal outlet for her anger. But even as her skill and prowess grew, she discovered her dealer cutting her out of owed profits. In a rage, Maia put the man in the hospital and ended up taking over his business.
By the time Maia was 18, she was pulling in more money than her father made at his contract IT job. At 22, she was tapped to move up to help with distribution by a Colombian drug cartel shipping cocaine into the country. By the time she was 25, Maia was a known local player with her youth and gender helping her avoid legal entanglements while her brutal fighting skill kept her dealers in line.
It all changed when Maia met a vampire.
(The following is likely to change if a PC wants to have been her sire).
It started with a chance meeting at a bar, out with friends. Just some stranger she'd never met, some unusually honest conversation followed by heart-to-heart confession. Maia started running into her mystery woman on a regular basis, at her favorite fighting ring, on the street and once even in the office she ran her local drug ring out of.
Maia's not sure when things started changing. She can't recall the date when something extra special turned up in her coffee or passed her lips while she slept. But she started getting stronger, hungrier and her mystery woman became so much more compelling. In a matter of months, Maia turned over most of her day-to-day work to her best friend, Luis Reyes. Instead, she found herself running errands and handling appointments, tapping her connections for information or money, sometimes playing bodyguard or date on social occasions. She ignored all the warnings from her friends, concerned with how much she'd changed. Maia was in love; what the hell did they know?
A few weeks ago, it all came to a head. Something took a shot at the object of her obsession and Maia took on a man, only to find he was far more a monster than she was. Mortally wounded, she went to sleep thinking wistfully of the faith she'd always neglected...and woke, not to the Day of Judgment and either Janna or Jahannam but instead to a piercing, unending thirst.
Now Maia's having to rethink a whole lot of things, what she's done and what she's going to do. She's stronger, faster, more powerful than ever but at such cost. The Ordo Dracul look for the best of both worlds and they're the people in charge. So Maia's willing to play by their rules, maybe even believe. After all, she was raised to believe God planned everything for everyone. If this was what He had planned for her, then the only one she could rely on to save her now was herself.
Maia is an attractive if somewhat unremarkable girl, not much different than any college student on the street. Her slightly dusky skin and eyeliner-accented eyes draws a bit of attention to her ethnic Egyptian origins. She usually wears mundane clothing, often jeans, t-shirt and a blue pulldown stocking cap and/or cardigan for a bit of warmth in London weather.
The young woman smiles easily and seems curious in a friendly way. At least on first impressions. Dig any deeper and there's habitual tension in the corners of her eyes, in her tense posture and relentless wariness towards her surroundings. If you've seen a lot of girls that look like her, she's seen a lot of people that look like you and the only question that matters is if you're going to be good or bad for business.
@Alexandra Grey suggested you might want right of first interest/refusal for a henchman if you make your Khabit?
Last edited by a moderator:
Esbilon
Seven Thousand Club
Name: Cassandra Serafim
Concept: Tattooed Doctor
Aspirations: Master the Mystery of the Ascendant; Get an awesome Haven; Be promoted in her job at the medical center.
Clan: Ventrue
Covenant: Ordo Dracul
Sire: Callista
Mask: Nurturer
Dirge: Questioner
Touchstones:
Old Doctor Morris, the crazy guy who tells stories for hours.
Primrose Hill, where she goes to watch the sunrise.
-Appearance-
Cassandra is a traditional Latino beauty with brown skin and long, dark, wavy hair. When encountered at the hospital her hair is gathered in a tight bun, her body hidden away in scrubs or lab coat, and her demeanour is every inch that of the competent, but caring professional. When left to her own devices, however, she puts her facial piercings back in, and favours far more revealing clothing that show off the well-inked canvas that is her skin.
-History-
Growing up as the eldest among a doctor-and-nurse couple's litter of 5 in Sao Paolo was not so different as Cassandra's First World friends would later imagine. Too often when Europeans and Americans think of South America, they think of the street kids of Rio and the drug cartels of Columbia, the fact is that the nicer neighbourhoods of Brazil's big cities are quite similar to what you will find in Portugal, but with better music and warmer weather.
She was always a precocious child, a fact that would shape her life and later death in ways she could not have imagined. Following in her father's footsteps, Cassandra entered the Faculdade de Medicina de Ribeirão Preto as an undergraduate right out of high school and took to medicine like a fledgling to blood. Her obvious talents (and if we are being honest, probably also her father's name and her striking good looks) got her a scholarship away from her homeland of warmth, samba, and cachaça. To commemorate her departure, Cassandra's siblings brought her, under much giggling to a tattoo parlor where her skin was turned into canvas for the first time. A fierce jaguar made its way from the back of her shoulder to the base of her neck.
Cassandra Serafim enrolled at the Harvad Medical School in 1992, and was met with rain, rock music and cheap beer. The education, though, was something she could throw herself into, heart and soul, but alas, so few of our young people have a chance to truly give themselves to their passions. Her scholarship covered only the tuition, and with four younger siblings, there was no chance of her family subsidizing her existence. She tried all the usual things at first; teacher's assistant, burger-turner, floor-scrubber... but the sad fact was that there was no way to make the hours she had to spend working to live mesh with the hours she had to study.
That's when she was approached by Layla, an older student, who suggested she go on dates with rich, older men for money. She was pretty, exotic, well-spoken and fun to be around, enough things going for her that she wouldn't need to do any of the really freaky stuff to make more than enough to cover her rent. She was naturally hesitant at first, but Layla put her in touch with an agency that handled all of the practicalities and sorted out the riff-raff, and though her heart was hammering in her chest, she found that she didn't hate it, unlike flipping terrible burgers and scrubbing disgusting floors. Of course, once in a while things went out of hand, but those were the exceptions and hazard pay can compensate for a lot.
Where it went wrong was not when a client overstepped the bounds of their agreement, but when a reporter caught a picture of her with the Dean of Harvard Law School. They couldn't quite kick her out, that would be too embarrassing for everyone involved, but she got shipped off on an exchange stay to the University of Cambridge School of Clinical Medicine, safely on the other side of the Atlantic. And that, is where everything went completely sideways.
At first, it was little different from Harvard. Older, but somehow less pretentious, colder and wetter, God alone knows how that is possible, and of course the food is terrible. The work, however, was just as fascinating, and her skills just as appreciated. During the last month in the States, everyone knew what she had done, and everyone looked down their noses at her, despite of whatever they had themselves done to be where they were. Pathetic hypocrites. As the newcomer, she got all the night shifts, experiments wait for no one, graduate students least of all, and at all hours samples must be replaced and test tubes decanted. It was during these late hours that she first encountered the Kindred.
Her nightly visitor gave off the impression of being an old professor, asked her questions about her work, tested her knowledge of the more obscure details of medical history and the forefront of modern research. Her true answers earned smiles, and the false ones lectures, stories and anecdotes which she swallowed whole, eager for more.
Sadly, even in the halcyon days before the Internet, bad news and rumours make their way across countries, continents and oceans, and before she had finished, word of her indiscretions reached the head of her lab. She was kicked out on her ass, her reputation ruined, her visa revoked and nothing to look forward to except a couch class flight across the Atlantic and the disappointed greetings of her family. That is, of course, when her nightly visitor showed up again and offered to buy her a drink. One drink turned into several, and most significantly, into one of the purest Vitae.
The Ordo Dracul has wiped her slate so clean that no mortal agency has a chance of finding anything on her, but the world of medical research is small and incestuous, so there she has no hope of going back. Instead, she has been put to work in the emergency rooms of London's hospitals. The easy access to medical rumours, blood and midnight surgery for the rare occasion when Vitae is not a suitable remedy makes her a valuable member of the Order. Her willingness to work nightshifts without complaint and the way she makes even the most drunken, raging patients calm down make her mortal supervisors ignore her frequent absences from staff meetings and occasional odd outburst.
-Attributes-
Intelligence ●●●●
Wits ●●
Resolve ●●●
Strength ●●
Dexterity ●●
Stamina ●●
Presence ●●
Manipulation ●●●
Composure ●●
-Abilities-
Academics ●
Computer ●
Crafts
Investigation ● (Lab Work)
Medicine ●●● (First Aid)
Occult ●●● (Vampires)
Politics
Science ●●
Athletics
Brawl
Drive
Firearms ●
Larceny ●
Stealth ●
Survival ●
Weaponry
Animal Ken
Empathy ●● (Lies)
Expression ●●
Intimidation
Persuasion ● (Seduction)
Socialize ●
Streetwise ●
Subterfuge
Blood Potency ●
-Merits-
Covenant Status: Ordo Dracul ●
Resources ●●●
Safe Place ●
Haven ●
Touchstones ●
Professional Training ●●● (Occult Doctor; Medicine, Empathy, Occult)
--Contacts ●● (Medical staff, occultists)
Language (Portuguese; English)
-Disciplines-
Animalism
Dominate ●●
Resilience
Coil of the Ascendant ●
-Advantages-
Willpower ●●●●● (Res + Comp)
Humanity ●●●●● ●●
Defense: 2 (Dex/Wit + Ath)
Skill: 5
Health: 7 (Siz + Sta + Res)
Speed: 9 (Siz + Str + Dex)
-Equipment-
Crime Scene Kit
Duct Tape
First Aid Kit +1 (●●)
Flashlight
5x Glowsticks
Luminol
Personal Computer +3 (●●●)
Smartphone +2 (●●●)
Cash +3 (●●●)
Fashion +2 (●●●)
Contacts ● (Tattoo artists)
(Learn Blood Magic; Imbue tattoos with Blood Magic; Get away with Diablerie; Master the other Coils; See a complete sunrise; Have every last bit of skin on her body covered in tattoos)
Concept: Tattooed Doctor
Aspirations: Master the Mystery of the Ascendant; Get an awesome Haven; Be promoted in her job at the medical center.
Clan: Ventrue
Covenant: Ordo Dracul
Sire: Callista
Mask: Nurturer
Dirge: Questioner
Touchstones:
Old Doctor Morris, the crazy guy who tells stories for hours.
Primrose Hill, where she goes to watch the sunrise.
-Appearance-
Cassandra is a traditional Latino beauty with brown skin and long, dark, wavy hair. When encountered at the hospital her hair is gathered in a tight bun, her body hidden away in scrubs or lab coat, and her demeanour is every inch that of the competent, but caring professional. When left to her own devices, however, she puts her facial piercings back in, and favours far more revealing clothing that show off the well-inked canvas that is her skin.
-History-
Growing up as the eldest among a doctor-and-nurse couple's litter of 5 in Sao Paolo was not so different as Cassandra's First World friends would later imagine. Too often when Europeans and Americans think of South America, they think of the street kids of Rio and the drug cartels of Columbia, the fact is that the nicer neighbourhoods of Brazil's big cities are quite similar to what you will find in Portugal, but with better music and warmer weather.
She was always a precocious child, a fact that would shape her life and later death in ways she could not have imagined. Following in her father's footsteps, Cassandra entered the Faculdade de Medicina de Ribeirão Preto as an undergraduate right out of high school and took to medicine like a fledgling to blood. Her obvious talents (and if we are being honest, probably also her father's name and her striking good looks) got her a scholarship away from her homeland of warmth, samba, and cachaça. To commemorate her departure, Cassandra's siblings brought her, under much giggling to a tattoo parlor where her skin was turned into canvas for the first time. A fierce jaguar made its way from the back of her shoulder to the base of her neck.
Cassandra Serafim enrolled at the Harvad Medical School in 1992, and was met with rain, rock music and cheap beer. The education, though, was something she could throw herself into, heart and soul, but alas, so few of our young people have a chance to truly give themselves to their passions. Her scholarship covered only the tuition, and with four younger siblings, there was no chance of her family subsidizing her existence. She tried all the usual things at first; teacher's assistant, burger-turner, floor-scrubber... but the sad fact was that there was no way to make the hours she had to spend working to live mesh with the hours she had to study.
That's when she was approached by Layla, an older student, who suggested she go on dates with rich, older men for money. She was pretty, exotic, well-spoken and fun to be around, enough things going for her that she wouldn't need to do any of the really freaky stuff to make more than enough to cover her rent. She was naturally hesitant at first, but Layla put her in touch with an agency that handled all of the practicalities and sorted out the riff-raff, and though her heart was hammering in her chest, she found that she didn't hate it, unlike flipping terrible burgers and scrubbing disgusting floors. Of course, once in a while things went out of hand, but those were the exceptions and hazard pay can compensate for a lot.
Where it went wrong was not when a client overstepped the bounds of their agreement, but when a reporter caught a picture of her with the Dean of Harvard Law School. They couldn't quite kick her out, that would be too embarrassing for everyone involved, but she got shipped off on an exchange stay to the University of Cambridge School of Clinical Medicine, safely on the other side of the Atlantic. And that, is where everything went completely sideways.
At first, it was little different from Harvard. Older, but somehow less pretentious, colder and wetter, God alone knows how that is possible, and of course the food is terrible. The work, however, was just as fascinating, and her skills just as appreciated. During the last month in the States, everyone knew what she had done, and everyone looked down their noses at her, despite of whatever they had themselves done to be where they were. Pathetic hypocrites. As the newcomer, she got all the night shifts, experiments wait for no one, graduate students least of all, and at all hours samples must be replaced and test tubes decanted. It was during these late hours that she first encountered the Kindred.
Her nightly visitor gave off the impression of being an old professor, asked her questions about her work, tested her knowledge of the more obscure details of medical history and the forefront of modern research. Her true answers earned smiles, and the false ones lectures, stories and anecdotes which she swallowed whole, eager for more.
Sadly, even in the halcyon days before the Internet, bad news and rumours make their way across countries, continents and oceans, and before she had finished, word of her indiscretions reached the head of her lab. She was kicked out on her ass, her reputation ruined, her visa revoked and nothing to look forward to except a couch class flight across the Atlantic and the disappointed greetings of her family. That is, of course, when her nightly visitor showed up again and offered to buy her a drink. One drink turned into several, and most significantly, into one of the purest Vitae.
The Ordo Dracul has wiped her slate so clean that no mortal agency has a chance of finding anything on her, but the world of medical research is small and incestuous, so there she has no hope of going back. Instead, she has been put to work in the emergency rooms of London's hospitals. The easy access to medical rumours, blood and midnight surgery for the rare occasion when Vitae is not a suitable remedy makes her a valuable member of the Order. Her willingness to work nightshifts without complaint and the way she makes even the most drunken, raging patients calm down make her mortal supervisors ignore her frequent absences from staff meetings and occasional odd outburst.
-Attributes-
Intelligence ●●●●
Wits ●●
Resolve ●●●
Strength ●●
Dexterity ●●
Stamina ●●
Presence ●●
Manipulation ●●●
Composure ●●
-Abilities-
Academics ●
Computer ●
Crafts
Investigation ● (Lab Work)
Medicine ●●● (First Aid)
Occult ●●● (Vampires)
Politics
Science ●●
Athletics
Brawl
Drive
Firearms ●
Larceny ●
Stealth ●
Survival ●
Weaponry
Animal Ken
Empathy ●● (Lies)
Expression ●●
Intimidation
Persuasion ● (Seduction)
Socialize ●
Streetwise ●
Subterfuge
Blood Potency ●
-Merits-
Covenant Status: Ordo Dracul ●
Resources ●●●
Safe Place ●
Haven ●
Touchstones ●
Professional Training ●●● (Occult Doctor; Medicine, Empathy, Occult)
--Contacts ●● (Medical staff, occultists)
Language (Portuguese; English)
-Disciplines-
Animalism
Dominate ●●
Resilience
Coil of the Ascendant ●
-Advantages-
Willpower ●●●●● (Res + Comp)
Humanity ●●●●● ●●
Defense: 2 (Dex/Wit + Ath)
Skill: 5
Health: 7 (Siz + Sta + Res)
Speed: 9 (Siz + Str + Dex)
-Equipment-
Crime Scene Kit
Duct Tape
First Aid Kit +1 (●●)
Flashlight
5x Glowsticks
Luminol
Personal Computer +3 (●●●)
Smartphone +2 (●●●)
Cash +3 (●●●)
Fashion +2 (●●●)
Contacts ● (Tattoo artists)
(Learn Blood Magic; Imbue tattoos with Blood Magic; Get away with Diablerie; Master the other Coils; See a complete sunrise; Have every last bit of skin on her body covered in tattoos)
Last edited by a moderator:
Users who are viewing this thread
Similar threads
