[Other] Hunter: The Vigil

[Manimal6]

Two players in the game looking for more. Players with WoD experience more than welcome. Newcomers are welcome as well.

Game Name Hunter: The Vigil

Game System Other Roleplaying Games

Theme Player driven

Flavour The world is full of tigers. Are you hunter or prey?

Plot Summary Life was good. Life was as it should be. Then it happened. No one would believe you even if you told. These things don't exist out of Hollywood and story books. Most don't survive, others end up institutionalized, you didn't. You took up the Vigil... I plan on this being a player driven game in a way. Meaning I don't intend to try to pigeon hole you into going a certain way, joining a certain group. I want this to be real world based, and fun.

Setting Manchester, NH. A city, for New Hampshire's standards. It is a city of old a new immigrants. You're going to be neighbors living in the same neighborhood/development/apartment block. If you are not familiar with the city play as somebody just moved there. I plan to use things like Google Map and actual places.

Character App Character Name: Concept: Evangelist Ex-Con/Twitchy Office Worker/etc. A few word description, kind of like a role playing mantra in a way. Occupation: What do you do? Why did you take up the Vigil?: I'm not looking for a short story but this is the core of your motivation for why you are who you are today.

Character Creation Character creation help You are not starting off in Compact or Conspiracy. This will be the start of your cell.

[Skirmli]

What are you looking for as far as format goes for character applications?

[Milca604]

I'm interested in WoD games
as I am new to that system, can you tell me a little more about this game?

thank you

[Manimal6]

This game I am running or Hunter: The Vigil?

[Milca604]

A little bit of both, and how much they relate?
Reason why I'm asking is because I am in a game where the DM uses WoD Vampire, but running in a Asylum setting

[Manimal6]

So, Hunter is regular Joes that have decided to fight back. The thing I like about running this game is it can go in a million different ways. You can use the Vampire, Werewolf, or other White Wolf games as monsters or go your own way. It can go from H.P. Lovecraft to alien invasions to fighting demonic invasions. My game will be a player directed, in a way, game. Based on your backgrounds and choices in game this game can go anywhere.

[Beez]

Alright, I'm interested. Never played before, but I've got this idea of a sniper whose sister was killed by something, which is why he joined the military. Not too sure where to go from there, but I'm reading up on that page you gave us.

[Manimal6]

I think that can work. For freedom of movement it might be better if the character is former military. I should add that I did 4 1/2 years in the Army Infantry with two tours, so I could help rounding out realism for the character.

[Skirmli]

Powerlifters get no love. Gym rats give them funny looks for the weird crap they do with iron. Everyday people give them funny looks for the huge amounts of food they eat. And nobody except other powerlifters give them any sort of look when they do their thing; not even when they are breaking records. Heck, it is hard to even get the lifters' families to come to the meets.

Rudolph Fryebush is thinking of all this and more as he drives home from the RPS (Revolution Powerlifting Syndicate) Nationals. The drive from Schenectady, PA back home to Manchester, NH is taking longer than the drive out, mostly due to construction that wasn't being done on Friday evening, but began Monday morning. He drives his flat black 2012 Dodge Charger relatively conservatively. He certainly can handle faster-paced driving, but right now he is sore all over doesn't want to rely on a fast reaction time from muscles that just may not respond.

"Siri, send text...Princess Buttercup...As you wish...Send."

He Dolph smiles at the Princess Bride reference. Six A.M., he figures Krissie is awake by now, probably has breakfast on the table and the kids ready for summer camp. He hadn't texted her earlier in the morning because sleep is rare enough for either of them, but especially rare when one of them has to be a temporary single parent. A text came back.

"I wish my parents had been able to stay with the kids. My big strong man deserved some celebratory personal attention."

He certainly can't disagree there. He had wanted to celebrate last night, but instead, he did a couple quick interviews with PowerCast and Iron Radio, had a beer with Tone and Gene and their wives, and went to sleep. Well, after eating 3,405 calories over six hours to make up for only having 1,355 before and during the meet.

"Thanks, babe. You were right about the deadlift, I let my balls hang out there and really went for it on my third attempt. 831. Wow. Thanks for all your support!...Send."

As he drives up US 3 in Mass, he stops at Subway and orders half the shaved steak they have. For breakfast. A quick call to work - he is an actuary for an agricultural insurance firm in Bow - and he is back on the road. He sends three more texts as he gets closer, one at the state border, one when he reminds Krissie to mention Punk's shaking to the vet, and once to ask if he should pick anything up at Market Basket before coming home. Yippy! Thanks, I almost forgot. No, we're all set, see you soon.

Dolph likes his neighborhood. When he was a kid, knowing French was almost a requirement to buy anything at the local stores, but now, the names are mostly the same, but the language is gone. He knows enough to carry on a conversation to this day, thanks to volunteering at the local nursing home. Massive colonials sidle up next to industrial housing with a mixture of GI Bill specials from WWII and 1970s split-level ranches interspersed among the remaining lots. He looks at the time. 8:55. Oh well. She probably already left for the day. Just as well, he can take a nap and then go in to work for 1:00.

As he turns into the driveway, he gets excited. Her Sedona is still in the driveway, the driver's side sliding door open. The kids must have been running late. Some quick hugs and kisses before they leave. It seems like only yesterday he was holding Jackie and Chris in his arms, trying to take both twins in at once through tears of joy and tears of fear. When Hannah came along in less than two years, it was the same thing all over again; wondering how he could ever fulfill all the love he was feeling right then. Now, ten years after Hannah's birth, he is sometimes left wondering how he could ever possibly hold on tight enough to never let them go.

His mood abruptly changes as he enters the house. The smell immediately transported him back to FOB Shkin. The unique smell of blood, sweat, offal, and what he can only describe as fear. His training takes over and he slips his hand inside the coat closet, quietly removing his pistol-gripped shotgun. He thumbs the magazine release open so that there is a little noise as possible.

He visually clears the front room. Jackie's shoes are by the couch. Bloody paw prints make their way out of the kitchen and into the hallway. Hannah's iPod is lodged in the drywall next to the gas fireplace.

He follows the prints. He pumps a round of birdshot into the chamber and steps into the hallway.

The back door hangs from one hinge, the frame around it splintered. He quickly checks the back yard, nothing there. He runs into the kitchen, finally remembering to call 911 as he goes.

The operator calls in a dead call - no one on the other end - and the cops arrive shortly to find Dolph passed out on a not-easily identifiable pile of charnel.

Rudolph Fryebush is freakishly strong, but doesn't look it. At 198lbs, he holds the US Record for deadlift in a full meet at 831lbs. He is only 5'6" with arms that almost reach his knees and hands as large as a professional basketball player's. His freckled skin, blue eyes and reddish-blonde hair make him a perfect resident of New England. He is smart. At least with numbers, but all the social graces he has had to be learned. His wife and kids were attacked by a wild animal on a Monday morning in July. He was cleared of all wrong-doing. Nobody ever found the family bullmastiff, Punk, and the police always said she must have been carried away, or chased the animal out. No explanation was ever offered for what could have wrought so much destruction, though. As the years passed and he got no answers, he slipped deeper into his obsession of finding what - yeti, werewolf, el chupracabra, whatever - killed his family. He, naturally, lost all friends and eventually his job. He continued to live off of dividends from his investments which were bolstered by the insurance money. Training, amphetamines and steroids consumed any downtime he had.

Fox Mulder has gone on record to say that Dolph is over the edge.

[Manimal6]

I like it! Everyone waiting to put in an app don't feel you need to do quite this much. If your stuck, write what you know about. If you're an OEF veteran power lifter, go with it. If you're a bookish type who has never gotten into a fight in their life, there is room for you in this game.

[Skirmli]

An OEF veteran powerlifter...whose family is alive and well (and growing!).

[Milca604]

If I submit an application of a Doctor whose hand has been eaten by something, can he have a bionic hand that could possibly be more powerful (in strength or has demonic power, perhaps shoot laser to be extreme)? or do we still have to play by the currently technology rule?

[Manimal6]

Current technology. As far as your characters know the world is pretty much normal with just that experience to make you take up the Vigil.

[Milca604]

Application When Emily graduated from med school 3 years ago, she was hoping to be a family doctor, seeing old ladies and teenagers for their coughs and fevers. Instead, because of her father's hope for her, she was dragged into her current residency to become a surgeon. Don't get me wrong. Life is still good for her, getting all the respect she deserves and all. "Hey babe, how's work? Coming home for dinner? I have a surprise for you." The voice from the other end of the phone sounds excited, almost nervous. Emily blinks her turquoise eyes and wonders why Jack sounded so unusual. "I think he's gonna propose tonight" While holding what it seems like half a human torso, and walking out of the freezer, Emily replies with excitement in her voice regardless of the smell of formaldehyde "Sure Hon, I just need to finish this study for Paul. See you back home around seven?" The story between Jack and her, is one typical love at first sight. It was her graduation party, and he was the disk jockey of the night. Well, girl just loves a guy with talent. Not only that, he lives the kind of life that she always craved. They were both 28. She was ready for marriage, and he was... well, after three years, he still wonders what such a beautiful girl like her sees in him. She got home at 7:30. Dissecting that frozen liver took longer than she expected. Excitement blew her tiredness away as she pressed the elevator button. She let her hair down, and use the elevator mirror to fix her long, wavy blond hair, trying to give them more volume. "Join me on the roof. -Jack" She sees a note as she approach her suite entry. She walks in and get into her red dress and went up to the roof. It was a candle light dinner on the roof top and Jack even hired a violinist. Emily pretends to not notice the effort Jack puts into all these because she doesn't want to Jinx it, and because she wants to show Jack the "surprised" look that she thinks he was hoping for. "Roof top dinner? What's the occasion? Is this to apologize for ripping my favorite dress the other day?" she chuckles but blushed as she remembers the presence of the violinist. Emily looks over at the violinist, he nods but doesn't show any emotion. "Phew.. He probably didn't hear it" The violinist had unusually pale skin, dark eyes, and black hair nicely combed toward the back. With the white shirt and tuxedo outfit, he looked almost as formal as Jack. Jack also blushed a little, but the dinner dinner plan had to go on. He pull the patio chair out for her to sit, and smart enough to not ask how her day had been so they can eat. On the table, was a bottle of 2010 Pinot Noir to go with the rack of lamb in the middle of the table. Jack poured a glass for Emily, and then himself. He cuts the rack of lamb then puts the bigger portion on his plate, all when the violinist is playing the classic Canon. After dinner, Jack stood up with a smile, no longer nervous. The wine calmed him down quite a bit. Emily, looks up innocently to see what Jack has to say. "Em, We have been going out for three years. Today is our anniversary, and I think it's time." Jack's voice sounds calming, almost hypnotic, and Emily hears her racing heart beat slows down a little. It's a moment she has been waiting for. "He's gonna do it." Knowing what's about to happen, her cheeks blush like a ripe apple. Jack stood up and walks toward her slowly. "I have been wanting to do this since the day we met……. You're the one." "He's gonna propose." She murmurs "I do" as he walks past her "Why didn't he kneel down and present the diamond ring?" She turns around just in time to see the violinist's mouth wide open in front of her eyes. Below that, a heart still pumping, held by a bloody hand, growing out of the violinist's left chest with some broken rib bones around it. “The heart…” Jack, behind the violinist, pulls his hand out of the body as it twitches, and slowly said “…is a symbol of love…” He takes a bite of the heart as the twitching body gasps and hits the ground. “…take a bite, and we can be together forever.” He kneels with one knee, holding the heart up high and present it to Emily. You would think that one would scream as such traumatic event unfolds. Truth is, Emily froze, blanked out speechlessly and couldn’t even scream. She stood there and watch this whole thing happen. Moments later, she inhales and stumbles backward, tipping over her wine glass along the way. “Just say yes” Jack begged with a smile as the blood from the violinist’s heart drip down from his lip. She could smell the iron in the air. "It's the only way for us to be together forever" He loves her. Maybe not in the human way, but he really does. “G... G….. Get away from me… Murderer”. Heart shattered, Jack lost all hope. He drops the heart to the ground and let it roll towards Emily as his hatred grow. “I thought you were different…” His murmur sounds so cold, Emily could barely recognize it. “Murderer?... I’ll show you what’s Murderer.” His voice still lingers in the air as he disappears into the night. http://sheetgen.dalines.net/sheet/35670?message=true Virtue: A person's ideals are meaningless unless they're tested. When it seems as though the entire world is arrayed against him because of his beliefs, a person possessing Fortitude weathers the storm and emerges with his convictions intact. Fortitude is about standing up for one's beliefs and holding the course no matter how tempting it may be to relent or give up. By staying the course -- regardless of the cost -- he proves the worth of his ideals. Your character regains all spent Willpower points whenever he withstands overwhelming or tempting pressure to alter his goals. This does not include temporary distractions from his course of action, only pressure that might cause him to abandon or change his goals altogether. Other Names: Courage, integrity, mettle, stoicism Possessed By: Dictators, fanatic cultists, and gumshoes.Fortitude Vice: Pride is the Vice of self-confidence run amok. It is the belief that oneÕs every action is inherently right, even when it should be obvious that it is anything but. A prideful person refuses to back down when his decision or reputation is called into question, even when the evidence is clear that he is in the wrong. His ego does not accept any outcome that suggests fallibility, and he is willing to see others suffer rather than admit that he's wrong. Your character regains one Willpower point whenever he exerts his own wants (not needs) over others at some potential risk to himself. This is most commonly the desire for adulation, but it could be the desire to make others do as he commands. Other Names: Arrogance, ego complex, vanity Possessed By: Corporate executives, movie stars, street thugsPride Profession: Doctor •• (Resident) Mental Physical Social   Intelligence ••• Strength • Presence •• Wits ••• Dexterity •• Manipulation •• Resolve •• Stamina ••• Composure ••• Mental Physical   Social   Academic •••• Athletic • Animal Ken   Computer • Brawl   Empathy ••• Craft   Drive • Expression   Investigation •••• Firearm   Intimidation   Medicine ••••• Larceny   Persuasion ••• Occult   Stealth • Socialize •• Politic   Survival • Streetwise   Science   Weaponry   Subterfuge   Kinda got stuck on supernatural template.. I'll go back to work on story...

[Manimal6]

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