dap1@st-andrews.ac.uk David Alan Perrey 10-AUG-1994 15:00:25 An idea for a character I've been toying with. As presented, it is a starting character, but it'd be easy enough to boost his powers if need be. OK, here goes. Name: Daniel Black Clan: Toreador Generation: 9th (14/2) Nature: Survivor Demeanour: Bravo Haven: Varies Apparent Age: early 20s Willpower: 8 Humanity: 7 PHYSICAL Strength 1 Dexterity 3 Stamina 2 SOCIAL Charisma 3 Manipulation 4 Appearance 3 MENTAL Perception 3 Intelligence 2 Wits 3 TALENTS Acting 2 Alertness 2 Brawl 1 Dodge 2 Empathy 1 Streetwise 2 Subterfuge 2 (Secondary) Seduction 2 SKILLS Drive 1 Etiquette 1 Music 1 Stealth 2 Survival 2 KNOWLEDGE Computer 2 Linguistics 1 (French) Science 2 DISCIPLINES Presence 3 Auspex 1 BACKGROUNDS Allies 1 (Old school friend who helps him out from time to time) Contacts 1 ( Generation 4 Mentor 1 (Ancillae who helped him initially, still occasionally defends him, in return for the odd favour...) Resources 2 VIRTUES Conscience 3 Self-Control 4 Courage 2 MERITS/FLAWS Sire's Resentment (1pt F), Prey Exclusion (1 pt F) DESCRIPTION About 5 ft. 10", medium build, short brown hair, clean-shaven. Brown eyes. Generally wears tight black jeans, shirt (no tie), black ankle length cowboy-type boots. Always neat and tidy, quite vain, often checks his appearance, a comb in his pocket to remedy any minor problem. He wears a small amount of jewellery, a gold watch (in fact a 21st birthday present, but he doesn't like to let on about that) a signet ring and a plain chain around his neck. One habit he has is of rarely looking people in the eye (at least in casual conversation), instead he scans the room, always looking around to see who else is around. BACKGROUND Daniel was something of a geek at school, not very self-confidant nervous around people, something of a dreamer. He spent much of his time, when not stuck in a book, dreaming of his perfect girl, which was generally the girl at school he most fancied at the time. Needless to say he was passed over by all of them, and he longed for one, just one, to take notice of him, love him and cherish him into old age. Then, finally, one did. He was totally captivated by her. She was perfect, drop dead gorgeous. This woman, Selina, was amused by him, how he was under her spell without her even using any of her powers. She toyed with him for a while, stringing him along. She found that his blood tasted extremely good, a side effect of his infatuation, she thought. Would such a thing survive the Embrace she wondered. So she killed him. And brought him back. She was tiring of him somewhat by now anyway, so she had decided to test her idea, then dispose of this worthless creature. His blood was not the same, naturally. It was most fine, it was Kindred vitae after all, but it lacked that special ingredient, it had died with his mortal body. Daniel meanwhile was in a state of shock. His beloved Selina was a vampire! And she'd killed him and... and ... His mind whirled with the horrors of these last few hours. Selina sighed, regretfully and prepared to strike. But Daniel snapped out of his mind's maelstrom, he lashed out at her, catching her off-guard. He fled, panic-stricken. Selina sat back, watching him rather like a lioness. So the boy had more spirit than she'd supposed. There was pleasure to be gained from him yet. He has managed to stay ahead of his Sire thus far. He hasn't seen her for a while, maybe she has given up? Then again.... he keeps moving on just in case. To begin with, he was utterly confused and horrified. How is such a thing possible? How could his perfect Selina do this to him? How could it be that she was that..thing...that creature? He quickly realised that she could have so easily chased him down that first night, that she was playing with him. But what could he do? Watch out, try and be ready. As a result, he is always ready to run, like a gazelle. Always looking around, half-expecting Selina to come in. But his new powers made him dizzy with excitement. He could charm anyone now, he realised after a while. He learned something of his Sire from others in the city. They knew Selina to be Toreador, so he was of that line too. It confused him further for a while, but they told him to leave town and find others elsewhere. So he did. And he fed from the most beautiful girls. He was experiencing ecstacy, and all the while he was expecting it to end in blood and death. As he survived, his feeding became something of a game. He sought only women that rebuked him. Then he'd turn on the Silver-Tongue, take them to his room, take their blood, then make damn sure they realised exactly who'd they'd slept with. Sometimes they'd hit him, sometimes they just cried, he didn't care, he just laughed. He has changed a lot from that geeky boy who Selina found. He is more self-confidant now, certainly more paranoid. He finds it harder to find girls who refuse him nowadays, his natural charm having increased with his self-confidence. He is even beginning to get rather blase about his Sire coming for him. But he still enjoys every day as if it were his last. ___________________________________________________________________________ | Tell me, what is happiness...? Happiness? Happiness ... is to wake up,| |on a bright spring morning, after an exhausting first night spent with | | a beautiful ... passionate ... multi-murderess. | | Shit, is THAT all? | |- Iain M. Banks, Use of Weapons and borrowed by dap1@st-andrews.ac.uk | |_________________________________________________________________________|