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  • Lazarus
    started a topic 1001 interesting character ideas

    1001 interesting character ideas

    Let's compile character ideas for either storytellers or for player inspiration. Please try to put one idea per post to keep the ideas and post numbers in line.

    1) Vampire who was a chef in life and maintains his humanity by cooking and eating incredible meals (eat food merit). Of course, in the end it is futile as the food is all disgustingly vomited up; but hey, that's just a metaphor for humanity in the body of the beast. As the character loses humanity, perhaps they start experimenting with including human blood in some of the courses...

  • Bluecho
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    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.

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  • Malkavian87
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    248. A young Ventrue Antitribu who managed to commit diablerie on a sleeping Methuselah. The ancient's soul could easily overtake the neonate, but chooses not to. He's fine where he is and instead chooses to guide his diablerist through unlife. Just exist as an advising voice in the back of the Cainite's mind.
    Last edited by Malkavian87; 05-01-2020, 10:54 AM.

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  • Nosimplehiway
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    247. Here's an idea. A Giovanni who knows the Path of Technomancy.

    She uses it for thread necromancy.

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  • Nosimplehiway
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    246. Johnny Wilson was born an hour outside Chicago, in the boring little town of Dwight, Illinois. His dad died early on, and his mom had a moderately successful dental practice. He grew up in a nice Victorian house on the good side of town.

    Johnny was never the brightest light on the Christmas tree, but he wasn't quite "challenged" enough to get special classes or tutors. He just kind of wandered forward each year in school, with the lowest possible grades needed to pass the year. Johnny was quiet and loved to read, though it took him a long time to trudge through a book. Lovecraft, Percy Jackson, and Harry Potter were his favorites. He didn't always understand all the little details of the plot, but he loved the big picture of fantasy worlds where he could do things most people couldn't.

    Johnny graduated high school... barely... and got a job working the nightshift at the SuperFastGasMart out by the interstate. Every night, Johnny'd pick the cigarette butts out of the nacho cheese sauce pot, change the expiration stickers on the egg salad sandwiches, and settle in with a good book.

    Other than the homeless guy, Buddy, who lived in an old shipping container out back and used the station's bathroom, Johnny talked to almost no one. Everybody paid at the pumps, so only a few times a night a tourist or a trucker would come in for some cigarettes or lottery tickets. The job was perfect for Johnny.

    One night, half-way through Stephen King's Salem's Lot (which Johnny'd been struggling through for two months) the door buzzed and a really pale guy walked in. He was short, had shoulder length black hair that looked like it was cut with a butcher knife, and his face and chest was covered in red slurpee syrup. What the hell? Had he gotten to the slurpee machine before Johnny noticed him? Was that slurpee on the man's hands, too? Wait, no. It was ketchup. Yeah. It's ketchup.

    The man smiled at Johnny's slack jaw surprise, and said, "Sorry, kid, but I have hunger." The next thing Johnny knew he was being pulled across the counter into the man's arms. There was a pain on Johnny's neck, as the man bit down. Johnny, thinking this was some weird sex thing, figured "What the hell. It seems kind of fun.", and bit down, too.

    Johnny was awakened by the sound of the man burning rubber out of the parking spot on pump 12. Johnny was on the floor behind the counter, feeling woozy. And hungry. No... starving. He got himself together, and headed out back for some fresh air. His reflection in a display case showed ketchup on his face. Except, maybe... that isn't ketchup?

    After disposing of Buddy's body in the drainage pond out front and cleaning himself up in the restroom, Johnny went back to his reading. Two hours before dawn, he tidied up the store. An hour before dawn, the morning cashier arrived. They did their till exchange in silence, and nodded goodbye. Johnny walked home to his little apartment in his mom's basement, and went to sleep.

    That was two months ago, and Johnny kept expecting things to get weird, but they didn't.

    He figured out he was a vampire in the first week, and sent away online for a rabbit hutch for his backyard. He told his mom he wanted to sell rabbit meat for a business.

    Friday nights, he treats himself to a truckstop hooker. Brandi Jo is nice about his bitiness, and Johnny found he can lick the wounds and heal them.

    He still works overnights at the SuperFastGasMart.

    As expected, he has developed superpowers. He can make himself hidden if he stands completely still, which is hilarious when people come in. Boo!

    He can also make people like him a lot. They like him so much they tip him ten or twenty bucks just for selling them a corndog.

    There have been changes to his mind, though, and sometimes he thinks he's going crazy. He's developed a fear of crosses and stuff, like in the movies. When people come into the store, he gets a quick flash of some horrible thing they've done, like beat their dog, or cheat on their wife. He thinks he has just gotten really negative about people being assholes. Truth is, he can sense other's moral flaws.

    What Johnny really wants is to learn how to fly. He has broken his leg twice jumping from the roof of the store.

    No, wait, what he really wants is to have somebody around who he can be a real vampire with. He's getting awful lonely, and knows he doesn't know a lot of stuff about vampires. Anne Rice says there are vampires in New Orleans and LA, but that's really far. Maybe he'll go to a big city that's closer, like Bloomington, Kankakee, or Chicago.

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  • Bluecho
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    245) A Telyav Tremere who started life as a disgruntled urban botanist, trying to bring the natural world back to the cities, one unauthorized planting at a time. Basically, he started as this guy. That is, of course, until he ran into his Sire while planting protected plant species in a vacant lot (thereby preventing it from being legally cleared and made into a parking lot). The two got to talking about all things plant, and eventually bonded, working on a number of projects over successive months. Eventually, he was turned, the Sire seeing in the botanist a kindred spirit.

    After a crash course in both vampirism and the pagan Thaumaturgy practiced by the Telyavs, the botanist began to consider how he was going to develop a sustainable Herd. He settled on a plan that would combine his botanical work, his newfound mysticism, and his long-time love of social activism.

    He started a cthonic cult.

    Specifically, he "obtained" warehouse space in a largely empty area of the city, where the factories and office buildings were abandoned. Inside these he installed a complex hydroponics farm, using the latest in artificial sunlight (that, to his amazement, didn't even irritate his undead flesh), to grow vegetables for cheap. These he turned around and provided to poor local communities, who often don't have access to fresh fruits and vegetables. This drew people in, while he slowly set himself as the center of a cthonic mystery cult. He was their little god of life and death. He gave them life, and they let him get close enough to sup on their lives in turn. Moreover, whenever they urban poor in his care were threatened from the outside, he would do his duty as a death-god and deal with it.

    The cops still haven't found any trace of the officer who gunned down a few local children and received no legal or disciplinary action for it. His body fertilizes the soil of a fresh planting of native trees, and his blood is better served down the Telyav's gullet anyhow.

    Unlife is not without its problems. First, the Telyav has reason to believe some unclean spirits (read: Banes) are taking issue with his efforts. He hasn't stepped into the realm of Spirit Manipulation, but he thinks he might need to soon, which means tracking down where his Sire and magic teacher went.

    Second, his work to promote a cult has attracted the attention of certain religious forces. Namely a female pastor at a protestant church not too far away, endowed with True Faith. Now, Telyavic Tremere are especially vulnerable to True Faith, meaning the woman could be formidable, if the two come into conflict. At the moment, she is ignorant of the Telyav and his nature, but is aware that a "heathen religion" has taken root in the community. Her primary tactics include doubling missionary efforts, and to perform charity work (to take a bite out of the incentive to join the cult). She may become even more inconvenient, if she starts calling attention to his efforts among the wider religious and civil community.

    Third, the same Bloodline weakness that makes Telyavic Tremere weak to True Faith also causes him to recoil against Christian symbols. During a recent trip to another city - to pick up specialized plants, and to touch bases with neighboring Anarchs - he betrayed his repulsion by crosses and the like. This fact has made the rounds among Anarchs in the tri-state area, and therefore piqued the interest of Assamite and Salubri vampires. The Telyavic weakness is not dissimilar to that of the Baali, and so some have made the assumption that he IS one. That he's set himself up as the center of a cult doesn't help his case. He may soon find himself targeted by Kindred looking to remove his blight forever.

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  • Natsymir
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    I just came up with Izzy, a Pander in what's left of the Sabbat in Mexico City in 2019. This is in V5.

    Physically, she's just a cute, freckled 12-year old girl, but she was always ruthless, manipulative and bossy, and impressed a perverted Pander who got the mad idea to try and Embrace her. It actually succeeded, but Izzy is a literal genius, and quickly understood much more about the old, adult-looking vampires in her pack than they understood about her. They all underestimated her, in fact. She eventually got her sire's pack to turn against him, and help her diablerize him.

    That was back in 2004 or so. Now, 15 years later, Izzy's the head of her own pack, a bunch of sinister Path of Night devotees that haunts the suburbs of Mexico City, committing various atrocities to mess with the Camarilla in the city. But Izzy herself is calm, soft-spoken and cautious, leaving the fighting to the "adult" vampires, while she leads them (and goads them) from the back ranks. She loves playing them against each other, and has her aim set for a much higher position in the Sabbat eventually - she just needs to show the higher-ups that she can do a good job, make a proper, feared Sabbat pack, of the idiots she's stuck with for now.

    Because she's so small and weak, Izzy seldom hunts alone in the streets. Instead, she's become a Cleaver, feeding from mortal families that she infiltrates. She does this through her ghoul Ramón, an adoption agency employee. He pays various middle-class families good money to take her in, claiming she's an orphan, and Izzy quickly takes control over the family through gaslighting, blood bonds and Dominate. She then uses them as blood-bags for a few months, until they expire or neighbors and friends starts asking too many questions. Izzy then moves on, utilizing her adoption agency contact to find a new family to parasitize.
    Last edited by Natsymir; 12-13-2019, 11:23 PM.

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  • Bluecho
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    243) When Kindred of different cities must have direct dealings, the city mice must call upon the expertise of the country mouse. This Brujah is one such country mouse, with the ferocity of a lion when provoked. Some of this "poorly insulated electrical wire" temper is customary among Brujah. Some of it comes from his experience in war.

    Before being drafted into WWI, this French man worked as a sketch artist for periodicals and magazines, mostly concerning natural scenes of the French countryside. He spent much of the war driving supply trucks, learning how to observe the environment (even at speed), find shortcuts, outrun pursuit, and spot ambushes. During times when the lines needed bolstering, he would be sent to man the trenches. Others might have broken under the pressure or developed shell shock, but he simply became angry. Angry at the war, at its orchestrators, at the senseless destruction of human life and the natural world, and at himself for having participated in the whole affair.

    Perhaps it was that seething fury that attracted his sire's attention. More likely, it was happenstance and convenience. He was caught in a cloud of mustard gas, and was too slow in putting on his gas mask (which, being an early model, was of limited use anyway). The Elder found the mortal, coughing up blood and thoroughly doomed, and turned him then and there. The Elder needed someone to escort him away from the fighting, and vampires didn't need to breathe.

    Nothing is ever simple, though. While his "life" was saved that night, an error in his Embrace left him with a Permanent Wound. A parting gift from the Great War, that leaves him waking every evening to the feeling of having been struck by mustard gas all over again. Is it any wonder his disposition is terse and irritable? Healing his lungs takes Vitae; there are many nights when he just lets the wounds be, to save on blood. The frequent pain does no favors to his already shaky mood.

    Thankfully, his choice of career, post-WWI, has permitted him lots of time on his own, where he isn't expect to talk or tolerate people. Between both World Wars, he lost all affection for his native Europe, and moved to the US. There, he drives various vehicles through the spaces between cities and towns. Delivering messages, transporting goods, and ferrying vampire clients (among others) across the expanse of untamed wilderness that hosts all manner of dangers for a vampire. Sometimes, when waiting for a pickup or when he's sure he's alone, he tries his hand at sketching examples of the natural world around him, however limited his perspective due to the eternal darkness that is his unlife.

    Just don't ask to see what he's made. Not unless you enjoy enduring his intense, unfriendly stares.

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  • omenseer
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    242) The Twilight Tremere: A thinblood who managed to learn and master blood sorcery and passes through kindred society posing as Tremere and often taking payment in favors and secrets. Its easier to protect your secrets when you have the secrets of others to hold over them. They use blood sorcery nightly to boost their blood potency to complete the disguise.

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  • Bluecho
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    241) A fashion model in the seventies, she lived a life of parties and privilege. Until, perhaps inevitably, she fell into the orbit of a Toreador, who found her beauty exquisite. She was his blood doll for a time, before he embraced her in a fit of passion. Almost as soon as he turned her, he came to regret his decision. Over the next few years, her spoiled and needy personality wore on his every nerve. When he could stand her no longer, he tried to get rid of her in the manner customary for the time: sending her to Russia and beyond the Shadow Curtain. Plenty of ways in, no way out.

    If she was meant to perish to the innumerable dangers of the Soviet Union and the methuselah that ruled its nights, she didn't comply. Oh certainly, she tried to leave, to no avail. Nor did she - a Western Toreador Neonate in the heart of Brujah-dominated Russia - have many Kindred to rely on. Just doing as Baba Yaga commanded was challenging enough.

    But it is said that some people thrive under pressure, and that challenges allow even the indolent to awaken to their full potential. Her good looks, sexuality, and command of Presence was enough to keep her above water, so to speak. Knowing she needed more powerful friends, however, she wormed her way into the social circles of the local underworld. Criminal sorts that would come to be known as the Mafiya. A particular Mafiya boss of some small power was in decline due to a wasting illness; she had little to offer at first, but her Vitae could keep the man alive. That she turned him into a thrall only helped. Under his tutelage, she learned how to manage a gang, how to shoot, and how to speak the language of organized crime.

    The man perished in a gang dispute that escalated to bullets, when she wasn't around to save him. But he'd taught her enough. When the Shadow Curtain fell and Kindred trapped by Baba Yaga's spell poured out of the country en masse, she was in a position to arrive back home and establish her credentials with the local Mafiya crime syndicates (in a manner of speaking). She even brought a few allies with her - strong Russian boys who looked to the "old man's apprentice" for their fortunes.

    Now she was back home, and ready to make her sire pay for using and discarding her. "It is said, 'Revenge is a dish best served cold'. Well, it is very cold in Russia."

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  • Bluecho
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    240) A con artist who managed to convince a borderline senile rich woman that he was her long lost son. He thought it would be an easy gig, insinuating himself into her good graces and living a life of wealth then on. What he didn't count on was that his con would work a little too well. Nor did he realize the old woman was a member of the family Giovanni.

    Plenty of the family were suspicious of this suddenly reappeared family member they barely remembered. But "his mother" had the ear of older Giovanni, who let it all slide. That the con artist had a keen eye for money and could sweet-talk people (whether potential customers, business partners, or members of the family) helped his chances. His new "relatives" started giving him business offers, while also testing his capabilities. Thinking he was just being probed as to his true identity - and liking the opportunities he was being given - he rushed headlong into family affairs (at least, the mortal ones).

    In time, he was judged sufficiently useful to warrant the Embrace, and was "brought into the fold" as it were. Immortality and supernatural power weren't exactly what he signed on for, but he's hardly complaining. To his thinking, he'd had it made...so long as his ruse held up.

    Trouble came from the fact that Clan Giovanni weren't just merchants, but necromancers. One of the Ancillae of the family - who never trusted this slick fast-talker - came to the con artist one night. He had the only evidence he really needed to expose the Neonate: the summoned and bound ghost of the family member he was impersonating. He was, indeed, a fraud, and this older vampire could make this fact known at any time.

    Yes, Extortion is the name of the game. Not only must the False Giovanni make tithe to the Clan in his own name, but also kick up plenty of money (or souls, if it comes to it) to the lick that has him dead to rights. That is, if he doesn't want a load of vampire necromancers to show what happens to a deceiver in their midst. For the moment he maintains a facade that everything is fine; in truth, though, he's on the verge of panic, hemmed in by threats of final death (or worse) and by financial strain. He needs to find ways to get a lot of money quickly, or he'll unlive to regret all his life and unlife choices.

    And here, he thought conning that old woman would make things easier for him.

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  • Nosimplehiway
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    Originally posted by False Epiphany View Post

    It's slang for a female college student who has many sexual partners. Sorority + prostitute. There isn't a male equivalent.
    Oh.

    Thank you, False Epiphany.

    A slang term that has no male equivalent is usually not a good sign.

    Sigh.

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  • False Epiphany
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    Originally posted by Nosimplehiway View Post
    Also, what exactly is a "sorostitute"? Is this slang for somebody whose car has broken down?
    It's slang for a female college student who has many sexual partners. Sorority + prostitute. There isn't a male equivalent.

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  • Nosimplehiway
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    Illuminostro

    Awesome see somebody new on the forums who is eager to jump in. Welcome!

    Just a heads up. Traditionally when we post character concepts on this thread, we number them as we go. Makes for easier reference when discussing them later.

    I'd suggest using 238 and 239, maybe, for yours. Except... I'm not clear on what the character concepts are, or how many of them there are.

    Also, what exactly is a "sorostitute"? Is this slang for somebody whose car has broken down?

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  • Illuminostro
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    While out carousing The Rack, looking for an easy meal, the coterie runs into a typical sorostitute, asking for a ride home.

    On the way, they discover she's anything but what she appeaes to be, and is actually a capricious, powerful elder up for playing games with players for the night. Games that may end in diablerie. In her favor.

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