249) Malkavian enforcer with police training. Worked as a SWAT officer for years. Not all the homes and buildings they were sent to raid had just criminals, though. On more than one occasion, they tear gassed, terrorized, and gunned down innocent people. Like that time their squad entered the wrong house, and killed a couple in bed, who only opened fire because a bunch of armed men broke in. Or when they personally cracked the skull of some guy playing video games, who had gotten SWAT called on them falsely by another internet user. Or that time they thought a child had a gun (it was, of course, a toy).
All par for the course with the police, and their fellow officers tried to brush it off. The department shielded them from repercussions. But they could never be shielded from the guilt. For the sake of keeping sane, they forced the bad feelings down, putting them in a box. They couldn't afford to break down, not with a family. (Not that they got to see their spouse or children much; work kept them busy, or at least that's what they told them. They'd destroyed one more family in the line of duty to ever feel wholly comfortable at home).
It all came crashing down on the night their squad got a direct order from the mayor's office to storm a run down building. The squad was told it was anarchists strung out on PCP. The mayor's office lied. The building was crawling with, of course, Sabbat vampires. Everyone died...except them.
Apparently, the Malkavian Antitribu who looked like a little girl wanted to "play with her food". She tricked them into a solitary area, and proceeded to psychologically torment them. Using Dementation and Auspex to tease out details of their guilt, then exploit it. With tensions artificially heightened, they broke down completely. Perhaps on whim, or to torment them further, the Malkavian Embraced the cop.
Ever since then, they're haunted by hallucinations of the people they murdered. Ghosts of the past, never letting them forget. They can never go home again. Even if vampirism itself didn't make it a non-option, the visions wouldn't miss a chance to rear their ugly heads. It's only duty to the law - this time the law of the Camarilla - that keeps them from greeting the sun. They deserve to die again for what they did - their perpetual companions remind them constantly - but so do the vampires who abandoned their humanity, and make sport of mortals.
They haven't yet killed an innocent while feeding. They haven't added anyone to the roster of poor souls dogging them. It won't be long, in vampire terms.
All par for the course with the police, and their fellow officers tried to brush it off. The department shielded them from repercussions. But they could never be shielded from the guilt. For the sake of keeping sane, they forced the bad feelings down, putting them in a box. They couldn't afford to break down, not with a family. (Not that they got to see their spouse or children much; work kept them busy, or at least that's what they told them. They'd destroyed one more family in the line of duty to ever feel wholly comfortable at home).
It all came crashing down on the night their squad got a direct order from the mayor's office to storm a run down building. The squad was told it was anarchists strung out on PCP. The mayor's office lied. The building was crawling with, of course, Sabbat vampires. Everyone died...except them.
Apparently, the Malkavian Antitribu who looked like a little girl wanted to "play with her food". She tricked them into a solitary area, and proceeded to psychologically torment them. Using Dementation and Auspex to tease out details of their guilt, then exploit it. With tensions artificially heightened, they broke down completely. Perhaps on whim, or to torment them further, the Malkavian Embraced the cop.
Ever since then, they're haunted by hallucinations of the people they murdered. Ghosts of the past, never letting them forget. They can never go home again. Even if vampirism itself didn't make it a non-option, the visions wouldn't miss a chance to rear their ugly heads. It's only duty to the law - this time the law of the Camarilla - that keeps them from greeting the sun. They deserve to die again for what they did - their perpetual companions remind them constantly - but so do the vampires who abandoned their humanity, and make sport of mortals.
They haven't yet killed an innocent while feeding. They haven't added anyone to the roster of poor souls dogging them. It won't be long, in vampire terms.
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