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Greetings one and all, to a forray into the World of Darkness, into the Final Nights, The Twilight Before The End.

Clinging to the Pacific, to the Sunset Coast, Los Angeles has unknowingly sat at the heart of a great experiment for its entire modern history. The Anarch Free State holds 'barely' to unlife as the self-described last home of all free Kindred, fending off efforts from the other Vampiric factions of the world to snuff out its bright, but short in Vampire terms, existence. Vampires, the Kindred, have walked among humanity since the dawn of Civilisation, but rarely since the earliest days have Kindred held sway over the beating heart of human culture as they have from the City of Angels.

Vampires are not alone in the Darkness, however, other beings, malignant and otherwise, stalk the darkness of the Final Nights. The prophesied end of days, the year 2000, never came, and the world has remained ticking along two decades later, but the fragile bonds are showing the strain. Even as the Anarchs watch their Camarilla and Sabbat cousins with growing paranoia, a far more ancient foe of all Kindred has begun to hunt the hunters, staking them up for the Light of Day to expose their sins, if there is even enough left of them to stake up at all.

As all Kindred, all beings know, chaos is a ladder, and for the first time in many years the Throne of Los Angeles seems within reach.

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Hi there and thanks for reading! The above is a basic plot introduction for a World of Darkness game centred on Los Angeles during the current year. The world did not, as it happened, end in the year 2000 as many within the setting believed. This game ultimately centers around the Kindred (Vampires) of the setting but players are more than capable of creating other characters, be they ghouls, humans or other such unrelated, directly, to the Kindred. This is a largely 'open world' game within the setting of LA with a unifying threat and storyline. Expect both Garou (Werewolves) and very ancient vampires to play a part in this.

A general disclaimer as with any World of Darkness game is that game 'canon' is ultimately flexible and is more reliant on what the GMs believe suits the story. Part of the great joy of the setting is it's flexibility and that will certainly come through in this game. That said, 'canon' characters or variant of them are certainly open for players to pick up, just discuss it with me first!
Daniel had already been on edge, wired up for what he presumed was a first mission entirely different from most 'first missions.' Even those with a relatively average understanding of the working of Vought knew plenty of the action was staged, perfectly controlled as much as possible to present the Supers and Vought in the best possible light, especially for new team launches. The presence of control could still be felt, but the tension was far more than the usual over 'good optics.' He didn't need to be told this, but Flux's impatience even in his presence, the tug of his clothing, was enough to enforce it. He followed a step behind her, returning to the group. Rather than be dragged into the building tension between the others, his eyes remained set on the door, watching for the eventually arrival as the wild emotions of the group washed over him, in contrast to the assorted wills of iron he could feel gravitating around them. Iron stained with contempt, not that he could blame them.

He shut his eyes for a few moments, trying to push away the escalating emotions of his team as zero hour approached. Daniel drifted in the details of their thoughts, picking out small motes of interest to distract from the tiresome cascade of their anger, grievances. It has always intrigued him how they had all internalised their 'hero' names, even Flux. Yet still when he thought of himself had remained Daniel. He wondered how long that would last. This moment of reflection was enough to rebuild the barriers of his mind, and focus on the real task of living.

"Enough, Nocturne, pissing off the one of us responsible for our shie-" Daniel was in the process of wading into the confrontation before the buzzer blew. A long harsh note calling for the door to be attended to, followed shortly by a familiar, if not always welcome, voice.

"Evenings kiddos, it's Mark, with you in a moment." Mark was the most Vought individual Daniel had ever met. Every inch of him was corporate perfection and the best part was, hardly any of it was artificial. Good looking in the All American sort of way, blonde hair, blue eyes, just about tapering off into the start of middle age. Presentation was always key with Mark, even when deliberately appearing casual having scheduled personal meetings with the members of the Reserve, it had been casual, but designer. So when Mark made his way through the front door dressed in a well tailored but unremarkable grey suit, every factor that had been warning Daniel of impending danger blared a note higher. Daniel could feel the pressure on Mark as well, although there was a smooth confidence behind that. For all Mark's character flaws, and Daniel was sure there were many as with all corporate shills, he at least had faith in the team to complete the task. That, or he was confident if they failed, they'd do so in a way which covered Mark's ass.

"It's a little below my pay grade these days, but after all I've done, I thought I could at least be your ride." Mark flashed his winning smile at the team, snapping a driving glove into place over his right hand. "The SUV is waiting, you can asks questions on the way." His tone suggested that there wouldn't be an awful lot of questions, before he was already turning to walk back to the elevator, and then down onwards to their ride.

The vehicle was as promised, an SUV. Pitch black and solid, the Ford logo the only note of colour to interrupt the black and silver. It was a car built to take a hit, but disguised beneath luxury fashion, like so much of Vought. It wouldn't look out of place arriving at a party in Hollywood, nor as a private security escort. The car clicked as it was unlocked, no one note horn blast.

"Now, kids, I won't lie to you, this is a big task, this is why Vought has put more into you than any new startup since the Seven." Mark spoke the moment he was sitting down, going through the motions of controlling the vehicle with a touch that suggested it was more than just vanity that had put him in his role for the evening. Daniel had to reevaluate him for a moment. Clearly more than just a branding expert. "There are international implications, which, is why you may notice a little oversight. Nobody wants the Chinese keeping what they have and getting it out of the country, and while Vought believes in you all greatly, not everyone has the same confidence." Armory was already only paying half attention, the lashing of praise and importance in Marks words were enough to distract Nocturne and Thermite.

"What is it exactly? It can't just be a knock off surely?" Daniel spoke up, although his eyes remained on the road rather than turning to focus on Mark, his thoughts preparing for the action ahead. Violence always made his head crowded.

"Not in the sense we usually mean it, no. I've not been made aware of the specifics, but the Chinses are attempting to reverse engineer something the Pentagon has put a lot of money into, and both the US and it's allies can ill afford for them to succeed." The worst part for Daniel was the lack of deception leeching from Mark. He truly didn't know.

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“I don’t get your fucking problem, Danny, seems like Vought set you up pretty nice to me.”

“Daniel, or Dan.”

“Yeah? You damn well let the girls call you that.”

“Yes, well, unless you’re offering to bend over, Armory, there’s a pretty key distinction there.”

It wasn’t the smartest thing to say, but the flare of frustration and anger from the other man was well worth it. Daniel had spent his life carefully manipulating men like Armory, but too long in his company and the inevitable fallout of recent events had driven his patience beyond that. If Daniel wanted to pull someone’s strings, he could really pull them.

“Shut the fuck up, and stop listening to that bitch, she’s going ruin this thing for the lot of us.” Armory growled, finishing lacing up one boot as they both prepared for the impending task at hand. Their first ‘real’ gig. Daniel didn’t even have to look up to guess what was going on. He felt the easing, if not fading, of Armory’s sense of anger, replaced by a sudden surge of lust.

“Nocturne.” Daniel spoke, before looking up, the figure of one of two female team members standing behind Armory, one hand draped lazily on his shoulder, although her eyes with very much on him, a studious look to her features. Judging by the sudden change in Armory’s tempremeant, she had only just made herself visible. Normally he did a good job of hiding his sixth sense from the others, but the impending mission was putting him on edge.

“Cortex, looking sharp. The uniform suits you.” Her voice was almost a purr as she studied hum further, her hand upon Armory lazily stroking back and forth. Judging by his own appreciation of Armory’s ‘true thoughts’ he was experiencing, she had him well and truly played. “It’s a shame you’re both not more on board.” Her use of his ‘Vought’ name was telling, she wasn’t playing at the moment.

“They’ve going to screw it for the rest of us.” Their honoured team leader exhaled with frustration to cap her point, his attention once again fixing on Daniel. “You were supposed to bring her under control.”

“She’s a person, not a prop, no matter how you’d prefer her.” Daniel answered simply, holding both hands up, before he made to stand, rolling his shoulders as he adjusted to their mission equipment. It had been sudden, setting them up out of a new location, equipment arriving shortly after, and a message to simply wait. This was not the high glamour of the Supes everyone saw each and every day, this was something far more serious.

His mind was suddenly struck with a considerable number of ‘minds’ inbound, serious, aggressive, but not entirely hostile, minds. It was a force of will not to react visibly, although, he was thankfully given an out quickly.
“There’s a van on its way.” Themite’s grating voice called out across the room as he stood back from a window, allowing the blind to close. He turned, his usual snear of an expression falling on Daniel before, as ever, his gaze deferred to Armory.

“Get Flux, make sure she’s ready.” Armory barked to Daniel, before reiterating; “Actually ready.”

“On it, Boss
Much interest. Will write something up.
Full Name: Shas'la Vior'la Ko'vash

Shortened Name: Ko'vash

Age: 9

Gender: Male

Appearance:


With smoother features and a more pronounced jawline than most tau of his gender, Ko'vash has an 'almost' human look to him, a fact enhanced by the fact unlike most Fire Caste recruits he is neither bald nor shaven, wearing his hair in a ceremonial braid. He is what one might consider to be fresh-faced, an air of joviality to his look that is at odds with the generally hotheadedness of the Sept.

Personality: Ko'vash, at least for a young tau, exhibits something of a free spirit, a propensity to joke and not see the serious side of things that at times has earned him ire, especially his willingness to make jest of matters that the Tau as a people hold very dear. This is not to say he is not as dedicated as his peers, for he too has undergone the same level of cultural indoctrination, it is simply that there is a sardonic layer which he projects for his own amusement, and sometimes, the amusement of others. Despite this, he holds few true doubts about the Tau's place in the galaxy and his own role within the Caste system.

History: As with many from Vior'la, Ko'vash grew up through the Sept's renown Fire Caste Academies. He was not particularly close to his family, as with many Tau, but still felt the sting of their loss during one of many orcish attacks upon the Empire, both his mother and father lost as part of the Sept's many campaigns against the hated for. It is perhaps this specific loss which formed his coping mechanism of dry humour, at odds with the rest of the generally straight-talking Fire Caste.

Alongside the other members of the Squad, he has recently graduated through Fire Caste training, and feels particularly keen to finally get out and into the wider Galaxy, perhaps with some thoughts of revenge, despite the calming words of the Ethereals.

Skills: Ko'vash has particularly fast mental and physical reflexes for a Tau, having excelled at simulations requiring both rapid mental tracking and physical agility. This makes him subtle in his movements for one of the Fire Caste, and more than capable of operating the sensitive weapons of war that the Fire Caste brings to bear.

Character Art by Phoebe Herring
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Go forth and roleplay.


Name: Maloran Tohl
Species: Mirialan
Homeworld: Mirial
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Rank: Knight
Master: Jedi Knight Corvo Krin
Former master(s): None
Apprentice(s): None


Character Art by Cathuia on Tumblr


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