Profile for StephenChar Name: Stephen
Player Name: Roseii
Chronicle: The Coven
Nature: Caregiver
Demeanor: bonviviant
Clan: Gangrel
Age: 18/27
Generation: 9
Haven: none
Concept: Survivor
Attribs: (7/5/3)
Physical
Strength: 3
Dexterity: 3
Stamina: 2
Social
Charisma: 2
Manipulation: 1
Appearance: 2
Metal
Perception: 3
Intelligence: 2
Wits: 3
Abil's: (13/9/4)
Talents
Alertness: 3
Athletics: 2
Brawl: 3
Dodge: 3
Intimidation: 3
Streetwise: 2
Skills-
Drive: 2
Etiquette: 1
Melee: 4
Melee Spec: knife fighting
Stealth: 3
Knowledge:
Linguistics: 2
Linguistics: Greek, Gaelic
Occult: 2
Disciplines:
Protean- 00000
Animalism- 00
Potence- 0
Celerity- 0
Animals he can change into:
Wolverine
Crow
Wolf
Bat
Merits-
Inoffensive to Animals: Animals do not fear or distrust you the way they do most Kindred. They treat you as they would any mortal and do not shy from your touch. Samedi cannot take this flaw.
Animal Kin- Despite how unlikely it sounds, one of your recent ancestors was actually an animal. This probably happened though some form of magic or another, such as the Spell Shape Change. During character creation, this Merit raises an attribute of you choice by one dot , but the attribute must be in keeping with the nature of the animal ancestor. Visible animal characteristics may also be present as an outward sign of your bestial heritage. As a bonus, this extra dot is not counted when calculating the cost of raising the Attribute with experience points.
Animal Magnetism- You are especially attractive to others. You receive a –2 to your Difficulty on Seduction or Subterfuge rolls. However, this will aggravate others of your gender.
Flaws:
Territorial: Territorial towards his homes or an area he considers his.
Nightmares: You experience a horrendous nightmare every time you sleep, and memories of them to haunt you during your waking hours. Sometimes the nightmares are so bad they cause you to lose one die on all your actions for the next day (Storyteller's discretion). Some of the nightmares may be so intense that you mistake them for reality. A crafty Storyteller will be quick to take advantage of this.
Vengeance: You have a score to settle – a party was wiped out, a friend was corrupted, a mentor was slain? whatever. You are obsessed with wreaking vengeance on the guilty party. Revenge is your first priority in all situations. The need for vengeance can only be overcome by spending Willpower points, and even then, it only temporarily subsides. Someday you may have your revenge, but the Storyteller will not make it easy.
Conscience/Conviction: 3
Self-Control/Instinct: 4
Courage: 6
Humanity/Path: 7
Willpower: 8
Blood Pool: 10
History: He had just gotten out of high school and gone on a trip around the world, visiting two of his favorite places, Ireland and Greece. It was in Greece when it happened, he had finished a conversation with a women and was on his way back to his hotel when he felt someone watching him.. He had been feeling it for the last couple weeks though he had never been able to find the source. He had been grabbed from an alley way and pulled in....they were trying to mug him, but found out that he wasn't such easy picking, he fought them...and almost won, until the gun was pulled on him. He hated guns preferring knives to anything else, and he had been using his on them to get them to leave him alone...they had gotten tired of it and shot him. he had even fought for a couple minutes after the shot rang out, but the blood loss made him woozy. He fell and everything he had on him, which wasn’t much, was taken. She had come out of the shadows, she was so beautiful, he had thought she was an angel at first but what she did to him was far from what an angel would have done. He didn't remember much about that night except a hunger the likes he had never felt before. When he awoke the next night his life had changed, he was no longer human. He spent the next three years learning from her what he needed to know, mostly done in the wilderness, he had always loved animals but he seemed to love them even more now. He had not mastered everything that his master had taught him but he had learned enough to go out on his own, he missed his family, his friends and his time was up. He had called off and on over a three year period of time to let his loved ones know he was okay, even though he wasn't, he couldn't let them go like he had been told he had to. Now he was going back to them.
So after being gone for three years he found himself back in Washington and times were almost what they had been...things were different of course, people do change, he had changed. He had been out with family and friends coming back from a concert his old band had been playing, he had been back with them for a year, though he had gotten his own place and only one of his friends had known what he was. Jessica, he had loved her for years, but after he had been home a few months he couldn't keep the truth from her anymore and had told her. Things had been edgy for a few days but they settled down again soon, she had even become his ghoul, they had wanted to live together for forever but he wouldn’t change her... not yet, she wasn't ready.
A year after he had gotten home was when they came, when they had all been coming back from the concert, they were attacked by what looked by a swat team. He had tried to protect everyone, but they all fell one by one. His entire life falling away as he fought and watched in horror....the people had known exactly what to do, what he was and who Jessica was. Many of the men died
but not before everyone but him was dead. They had even cut off Jessica's head, she had fought beside him and his family until the end but none of it helped. He was shot by a tranquilizer and went down. When he woke up he was in a padded room and he felt so weak; he was so hungry.... he played their game, he acted like he would give in...then he killed a group that had been stupid enough to think he was to weak to fight...after that they got very careful.
I do not know how long I have been held, time blurred together and I slipped into my one world praying for death, but first for vengeance. They had even transferred me once though I don't know where. I would only find out at a later date that I had been captive for a little over a year. I remember someone being thrown into a room with me though I didn't move, the blood oh it smelt so good, but he didn't move... and two days and an eon later I was carried out... I have not awakened yet, I am not sure that I want to. My kind can sleep for years without waking, there are not many of us left. I was told I was an INCONNU, though I chose to walk a slightly different path, by doing so my family was killed... My fiancé... I will never forgive myself, how can I?
