Washington DC, 2017. Political savant and Camarilla leader Nicholas Cranston has just been sworn in as President of the United States of America. While the past year was an unprecedented era of peace for humankind, in the spheres of Kindred rule, unrest has become increasingly common. Thin Bloods the world over have begun uniting under a single cause, the Masquerade is slowly falling apart as rumors of supernatural forces become increasingly common, a potential reformation of the Shadow Inquisition is under way and cults preaching of the end times, of Gehenna, have become increasingly common, despite Camarilla suppression efforts. Cranston has assembled a meeting of top Camarrila agents, their childer, and any independents from other clans who wish to investigate. The goal, pure and simple, is an attempt to stop the coming of Gehenna by any means necessary. Alright, so you'll be playing the Agents of Cranston seeking to uncover the true meaning behind the seeming collapse of Kindred culture. I, will be just about everyone else, from Cranston, to that hobo on 5th street who always smells like wet dog. There are a few simple rules to cover, then we'll get to the character sheets.
Rules: All sourcebooks for Classic World of Darkness are in effect in regards to in-universe continuity. As for the main book used, base that off of Vampire the Masquerade 20th anniversary Edition, with other editions filling in any gaps in continuity.
You are restricted to the disciplines of your clan, but we will roleplay them out opposed to have this use a mechanics system, same goes for various attributes and stats from the game.
Camarilla clans are to be the expected norm for applications, though independents from other clans are welcome.
CS:
Name: Age: Gender: Appearance:
Generation:(nothing higher than 13th, and lower than 11th.) Clan: Disciplines:
Born in London, England in 1485, Raven had the good fortune of being born into a relatively wealthy family. She never wanted for anything. She had good food, a large home, fine jewels and invites to all of the most elegant dances...And it was all so incredibly boring.
Raven hated it. All the fake smiles, the catty women and obnoxious men. The rigid rules of manners and etiquette. And the corsets. Oh the corsets! What kind of civilized society would force a woman to wear just a painful contraption? Raven felt like she was suffocating. Not only because of the bloody corset but also because of her entire life. Always being forced to be so prim and proper. Elegant and dainty. She secretly wanted to run away from it all. To run free. She secretly wanted to batter each and every one of these insufferable brats she was forced to socialize with over the head with Mr Jenson's cane. But that was just a fantasy. She was destined to spend the rest of her life with these people she secretly hated. Her life was all planned out for her. She would one day be married off to one of the boorish pigs her father worked with, pop out a couple of loathsome little brats and spend the rest of her days silently resenting the fact that she had never actually lived until she finally shuffled off this mortal coil. It was a bleak view of the future but the only one Raven could see. At least until she met Gabriella.
When Raven could no longer bare the fake smiles and pleasantries of yet another social function that she had been forced to attend, she fled into the garden. She kicked off her shoes, relishing the feel of grass beneath her feet as she casually strolled towards the treeline marking the boundary of the estate. Slowly, the world around Raven started to quiet. Raven found her attention drawn to the treeline. There was a woman. The most beautiful woman Raven had ever seen. Like a dream, she emerged from the trees. She was like a wild animal. Feet caked in mud. A wild mane of hair. Flawless dark skin and a glint in her eye that was at once soothing and menacing. Raven felt an urge to run. To flee for her life. To escape this woman and her almost predatory stare. And yet she couldn't move. Her feet felt like they were rooted to the ground. She had locked eyes with this mysterious woman and sealed her fate. She couldn't look away. Awe and terror set into her heart as the woman grew closer. Closer still. Until their faces were practically touching. Raven almost resigned herself to the fact that her existence was about to end. But then she heard the woman whisper...
"Don't worry. I'm going to save you."
All at once, the fear and sadness left Raven's heart. The woman smiled and Raven smiled back. She didn't even react as the woman, in the blink of an eye, sank her teeth into her neck. She just kept smiling. Somehow, inexplicably, Raven knew that everything was going to be alright. She knew that things were going to change. She knew that she would be happy. As the world began to darken and Raven slipped into unconsciousness, she smiled.
Raven awoke several days later under a starlit sky. The mysterious woman lay next to her. The two shared a moment of silence as they lay in the middle of a forest, watching the stars above. When the woman finally spoke, she introduced herself as Gabriella. She explained to Raven what had happened. That she was now stronger, faster...Free. Raven didn't even care that she was technically dead. She was free. Free from the confines of societal niceties. Free from constraints of a mortal body. And free from that bloody corset. She was finally...free.
Raven had always felt the need to run free. Now it was a far more literal need. Adrenaline surged through her body. She was filled with a need to hunt. To eat. Gabriella, over the next few years, taught Raven all about her new life. How to hunt and feet without being caught or revealing their existence to the mortals. How to communicate with the animals and even how to become animals. Gabriella also taught Raven about the Camarilla. Raven wanted nothing to do with the Camarilla. She saw them as just another face for that society that had restrained her for so long. But Gabriella knew the value of staying connected and having powerful allies so both women maintained ties to not only their own clan but also to others. For centuries, Gabriella and Raven ran free. They always lived on the edges of society, never venturing too far into the city but they also wouldn't risk moving too far into the wild for fear of running afoul of the lycanthropes. Gabriella also taught Raven to embrace her wild side while also maintaining her humanity. Though Raven has come close to fully embracing her inner beast, Gabriella was always there to pull her back to humanity...Until she wasn't.
One day, out of the blue, Gabriella was simply gone. No word of explanation. No sign that it was even coming. She was simply gone. And Raven was alone. Painfully alone. Raven spent decades searching for her missing sire with no success. She had always been a talented hunter but it seemed the one target she couldn't track was Gabriella. And so Raven eventually, reluctantly, gave up searching.
After Gabriella's disappearance, Raven found herself slowly moving further into the city where she found that she could use her skills just as well. While she didn't like the city as much as the open wilderness, it did have its charms. She found that she was a skilled thief and would often use her skills to steal from the homes of the wealthy and often acted as a fence for other thieves. What she did with the money she received for selling her stolen wares was a mystery to everyone. She didn't own an expensive home or cars or flash money in any way. She seemed to simply put it aside for some unknown reason.
It was during this time that Raven came to the attention of Nicholas Cranston who would often put her skills as a tracker and thief to use whenever he needed to find someone or something. Raven didn't much care for Cranston but he paid well. So she kept her distance but also kept in touch and over the years she has became one his top agents, albeit an elusive and mysterious one.
Raven continues to linger on the fringes of society. A notable but mysterious presence.
Personality: Alluring and mysterious, Raven is often quiet and standoffish. She is by no means shy but rather likes to observe before interacting. She at times seems more like an animal than a person with an almost predatory glint in her eyes and when angered can sometimes be heard growling. Of course she will often take on personality traits of the animals on which she feeds which can lead to her being somewhat unpredictable in terms of personality. In general though, Raven has become far more moody than she once was. Something that can perhaps be attributed to the loss of her sire.
@Lord Coake Your wording in the generations part of the character sheet was rather confusing. If it has to be between 11th and 13th, does that mean it has to be 12th?
