[WoD] [V5] London Falling

[taleteller50]

Hey.

Love your icon pic, Marshmallow.

Thinking of applying but wanted to check the idea I have before putting to much work into it. He would have been the American son of British immigrants tied to the Hill family of St Pancras, London; the same Hill family which Billy Hill came from. Raised in America the character would have fallen in with gangsters during prohibition and caught the eye of a notable vampire of the time who wished to gain an in on the bootlegging. Unfortunately things went south, the sire ended up dusted, and the character was on the run; having to flee back to the old country to be protected by his cousin Billy.

It's at this point Calvin (the character) would have gotten involved with the cult and impressed Mithras enough to be earn a place as a Herald. He'd be a suave operator with some knowledge of chemistry and criminal activities.

Does this sound like a character that might fit for your story?

[Marshmallow]

Originally Posted by taleteller50

Hey.

Love your icon pic, Marshmallow.

Thinking of applying but wanted to check the idea I have before putting to much work into it. He would have been the American son of British immigrants tied to the Hill family of St Pancras, London; the same Hill family which Billy Hill came from. Raised in America the character would have fallen in with gangsters during prohibition and caught the eye of a notable vampire of the time who wished to gain an in on the bootlegging. Unfortunately things went south, the sire ended up dusted, and the character was on the run; having to flee back to the old country to be protected by his cousin Billy.

It's at this point Calvin (the character) would have gotten involved with the cult and impressed Mithras enough to be earn a place as a Herald. He'd be a suave operator with some knowledge of chemistry and criminal activities.

Does this sound like a character that might fit for your story?

Hey Tale, thanks for the compliment! I threw the icon together from my character Nomad (who I commissioned the art of) in Phettberg's SR5E "Vienna Calling" game.

Regarding your query it sounds fine to me, you provide a reason for your character being present in the right place at the right time, so I can't really question it; It doubles up on the idea of a "Stranger in a strange land" theme too.

[taleteller50]

Application Character Name: Calvin Hill (aka. Cal the Chemist, aka. Cal the Nose) Clan: Tremere Mortal Career: Criminal. Primarily gangster related activities focused on bootlegging and smuggling. Mortal Trauma: The largest Trauma of Cal's life was when his mother became sick during his University education. Her condition could have been treated but, at the time, the medicine required for it was far too expensive for Calvin to afford. When he lost his mother it was not because she couldn't be saved but because Calvin couldn't save her with what he had. It was this sense of weakness and loss that drove him to do anything he could to make money, even if such actions were illegal. Touchstones: Family Even though his parents left London to distance themselves from the Hills and their criminal activities Calvin was always taught to respect family. It was for Family that he dropped out of University to help his mother. It was for Family that Cal turned to bootlegging to make money. And it was Family which gave him success due to smuggling and safety when he needed to flee. To Cal Family, in whatever form it takes, represents the strength to persevere and bonds which can not be easily broken. Always a Gentleman and a Scholar Cal was foremost raised to be a gentleman by his parents; with all the dignity and bearing that only a 'British' household might instill into a child. Of course this was mostly from his mother's side of the family as Cal's father had been raised in a family of criminals. Still, those lessons of etiquette and noble contact never truly left Calvin even as he turned to crime. Although thought as a bit of a Dandy by rivals Calvin would only show this side of himself to those who were equally cordial. For those who believed they could pull one over on him or disrespected him too much Calvin demonstrated a cold and calculating nature that left many either dead in the gutters or with their own enterprises burning down around their ears. Background information: - Born in Florida to British immigrants related to the Hill crime family back in St Pancras, London and the -------- of -----------. The pair had crossed the ocean to distance themselves from their families and start fresh. - Formally educated in University with a focus in Chemistry but forced to leave before graduation due to financial issues brought on due to health problems his mother was facing. - Was noticed by his future Sire, --------, during his time at University. - Saw an opportunity with prohibition to brew alcohol himself for additional money. - Was contacted by his cousins over in Britain to facilitate Whiskey smuggling into Florida via. Nassau. - His father -------- ------- -----. - Approached by ------- to offer Cal the embrace in exchange to have the young criminal use his money to help fund research ------ was performing, Calvin accepted because ---------- ---- ------. - This proceeded for a time until -------- -------- ------- and with his Sire (likely) dead Calvin had to cross the Pond to escape his pursuers. It was easy enough to do thanks to his smuggling routes and family connection with the Hills, finally allowing him to meet his cousin, Billy Hill, but even laying low Calvin was soon brought to the attention of Mithras. - Luckily Calvin impressed Mithras enough with his charm and knowledge of science/criminal activities that the Lord of London agreed to shield the young vampire from those he was hiding from. FYI - The Hills, specifically Billy Hill, were real life British Gangsters. Info on Billy can be found HERE. His Son, Justin, did not follow in his father's footsteps but might be one of those remaining Family Members that Cal would want to look after upon returning. Investments: Cal will be primarily focused on Social and Mental abilities. Specifically he'll be concentrating on Insight, Persuasion, Streetwise, and Science with minor levels in Intimidation, Medicine, Subterfuge, and Firearms. There will be other skills of course but these are likely the ones Cal will be emphasizing. Post Sample:   Game: Prisoner of Dursang Chapter - 1 / Post - 48 Looking at Roberts as he begins to disappear into the foliage Harlok comments, "I could have make you the son but I thought it was a stretch junior", a slight sign of mirth playing within his voice. Turning his attention back to the starry-eyed girl, Harlok retrieves his own formula book from his pack and looks at her with a slight smile on his face. "Three friends traveling to a new home together are a little more suspicious then a family. Husbands and wives, especially young ones, are the most likely candidates to travel to new towns to settle. Why?", Halok's voice taking on a slightly pained tone. "You don't like the idea"? Before the girl can respond Harlok moves next to her, not quickly but in one smooth motion, looking straight at her with a serious look upon his face. Moments pass as silence hangs in the air, Sam seemingly speechless in front of the man before her. The sun is just beginning to fall towards the horizon, still a few hours before twilight but still low enough to be caught behind the man's head, casting his face into a soft shadow, as a halo of light spills from it's edges. The lines of his cheeks catch the light, accentuating the strength of his jawline; like the chiseled visages of nobles and heroes the young girl once knew only from the statues honoring them. A thin lock of his dark hair, long from the days spent away from anything to cut it, cascades lightly from upon his brow; down across his unflinching eyes. His eyes, oh his eye; they stare at her as if she's the only one, the only thing, in all existence. For this one moment there is nothing else; not the pain aching in her tired muscles, not the thought of the men after her who might return her to that hell HE protected her from, nothing but his face a mere foot away from hers. She can scarcely even hear the beating of her own heart as it drums a frantic tempo so intense it certainly threatens to drive her to madness. Just as she begins to relax, just as her eyes begin to flutter shut and her lips begin to quiver at the hope of what's to come, "Amber Sunnset! That's what you need. Just a little to highlight your cheekbones". Without another word Harlok leans down to the assortment of cosmetics he had laid out before, acquiring a small container of powder and a small brush. Turning back to Sam with a gentle smile upon his face, "Here", pressing the book into her hands gently, "The formula is on page sixteen. It's a variation of the Disguise Self spell. It'll allow you to make small changes to your appearance like eye or hair color which will help to hide your identity if we come across anyone who might be trouble". Harlok moves over to the side of the silent, frozen girl and begins applying the make-up. "It might not be needed after I'm finished but it couldn't hurt to have just in case. We'll look into having it copied into your own book when we have more supplies but for now just see if you understand it enough to make it yourself". As still as a statue Sam stands there, her eye's staring forward at nothing, her mind still not quite back from the little dream she had just had. "Sam? Did you hear me Samantha? SAM!", with feigned worry Harlok lightly shakes the young girl's shoulder, forcing her back to reality. All the while a devilish smile creeps across Harlok's mind. He had never had such an innocent girl to manipulate before, it was actually a little fun to seduce her like this, like fishing from a pond. Every time he dangled the lure he would keep it just out of her grasp. She was such a timid thing she would never jump at the opportunity, her own fears of rejection keeping her desires trapped behind her blushing face. Harlok had seduced women before, stringing them along with whispered nothings and feathered touches dancing across their faces. It was always about getting some little bit of information or favor but they had always known it was a part of the game, simple distractions and daydreams that never really mattered. He never truly cared for them and neither did they for him, it was all a game, a passing fancy that could be used to benefit those involved. Truth be told Harlok had little need for love. So many people felt it, that absolute devotion to another, yet he never seemed to understand it. There was a time, buried deep within his memories, which he remembered understanding it. There was a time when he was a child that his mother's smile was all that he needed in the world, a smile so bright that it could mask the pain of any injury Harlok might have suffered from that bastard of a father. She had been a brilliant angel in a squalid cesspool, the only source of hope and happiness in a life otherwise devoid of all. When he had lost her, Harlok had lost the only person who would never betray him, no matter the circumstance. The only person, who Harlok would never have to trick or buy or manipulate to have them help him. The only person who would sacrifice themselves to him for no other reason then that pure, unquestionable love. The only person who Harlok would do all the same without question.   An RP example from a favorite application of mine for an Evil Doctor. - The room was dark as a void with a tinge of iron in the air. The man, a human soldier from a captured caravan, had been brought here and strapped down to some form off table, it's leather bindings holding his hands and feet firmly but not so firm as to cut into his skin. The caravan had been laden with numerous treasures when it had been attacked by a group of bandits. The man had been knocked unconscious and when next he awoke he had found himself blindfolded and taken here under guard to be strapped to this table before being left alone. Now he lay here pondering what sort of nightmare he had awoken too. A door opened, the sound of wood creaking against wood finally breaking the stifling silence that the man had endure. "Who's there? Hello? What's going on"? The man's voice demanded answers. Despite not being able to see the soldier could hear the footsteps of the person who entered echoing across the wood floor. "Why am I tied here? What is it you want"!?! The man's voice was beginning to betray the fear he was feeling, left helpless here on this table, no idea what was to come next. A voice answered him, sweet as honey, lightly echoing around the cold dark room. "My name is Doctor Dal'maka, may I ask who you are"? A little confused the man answered, "Rider, Clifford Rider of the Red Sword mercenaries". The voice returned, now standing above the man's head, possibly leaning over him. "Well my dear Mr. Rider, you were recently captured and brought here to help me understand a few things. I do so hope you can help me and afterwards you'll be free. How does that sound"? Clifford strained against his bindings once more to no avail. "Doesn't look like I have much choice". A light chuckle came from the Doctor, "No, I guess you don't". The Doctor's hands began to lightly trace Clifford's face as pair of small blades could be felt on the doctor's right hand but neither cut into Clifford's skin. Despite this Clifford still recoiled from the touch of the cold metal. The doctor continued, "No worries my boy, just looking at your bone structure. You have a very strong jaw line. Inherited from your father I suppose"? Clifford answered, "A-Actually every one says it's from my mother". A hint of joy escaped from the Doctor's voice, "Fascinating". The Doctor stepped away from the table and could be heard gathering something from another. "As I was saying, I'm hoping that you'll be able to assist me with understanding your people. I've studied your race a little, their cultures, languages, physiology, etcetera; but there's only so much one can understand from books and second hand accounts before one needs to take a more hands on approach". Clifford could hear the tinkling of metal which made the man feel a little uneasy. "S-so your n-not from Talingarde? Are you a spy from Falgren!? You won't get anything out of me"! The man's courage had returned, the thought of some foreigner using him to betray his people strengthening his resolve to resist. "Oh, no worries my boy, what I'm looking to learn has nothing to do with what you know of your country. I want to know something a little more.. intimate". Something about how the Doctor had said that last part, with just a hint of glee, struck Clifford with a complete sense of dread. "W-what do you mean by thaAAAAAAAAAH"! Pain flashed through Clifford's arm as a blade suddenly cut into his skin, flaying a thin strip from his arm without cutting too deep. "Moura's Teat!!! Go ahead and torture me, I'll tell you nothing"? That voice, still so full of honey, now struck Clifford with feelings of pure panic. "Like I said my boy, I have no interest in what you know, only in how your body works. I needed more hand's on experience with your kind and you are lucky enough to be the subject of my latest experiment. I'm going to use my scalpel here to slowly cut into you, peeling back your skin, slicing your muscles, bisecting your nerves, all to find your most intimate and sensitive areas". His voice, the voice of this madman, had said all of this to Clifford like a lover might, with a tone of pure joy and exhilaration. "But you said I'd be free"! Clifford's mind raced as the fear and adrenaline rushed through him, cornered like some poor animal about to be slaughtered. "And you will be. Once I've finished with my experiments, once I've explored every way you can feel pain, I'll let you go. Of course how well you'll be able to function after I'm finished ... Well, we'll see now won't we. Don't worry, I'm an excellent Doctor so I'll be sure to keep you alive. Now tell me, does this hurt more or less then my last cut"?   Game: Crawl Out Through the Fallout Chapter 'Sanctuary is No Sanctuary - Post 4 The way Preston asked Patchit if he 'knew' what decimate meant caused Patchit to frown a little. Not because the Super Mutant didn't know it but because so many people assumed that 'Big Words Hurt Patchit Brain' so much that he was about ready to punt the next punk that took such a condescending tone with him. Sure, most of his kind were dumb as door nails, or at least acted like it, but that didn't mean he was. Cait calling him 'Greenie' was just another slap in the face. As much as Patchit had learned to respect the fiery woman for her skill in a fight he was about ready to reach over the table and give her a real lesson in respect. As if sensing her friend's anger Paula gives Patchit's arm a slightly harder squeeze as she look's up to him, eye's pleading for him to let it go. Seeing the face Paula was giving him Patchit just gave a sigh and let Strong finish his own pep talk. Even if Strong wasn't the brightest one here he was at least another Super Mutant that understood that slaughtering 'pinkies' wasn't the only way. Sure they were weak but they made a lot of great things, they had a lot of great ideas, and could do even more when they came together. Strong had the right idea, even if he did have the fashion sense of a weight lifting hobo. Relaxing a little Patchit leaned back in his seat before continuing. "Look, I ain't saying that I don't understand that 'Teamwork Makes the Dream Work' and it ain't like I don't plan on snooping around a little anyways, since it's what Doll Face wants", he says pointing at Paula. "I just want some promise that our work is gonna be appreciated. Real easy for a boss to use a bunch of mooks to do all the hard work just so 'e gets the credit in the end. You ain't just askin' us to go round lookin' for a cure, your askin' for us to expand your territory". "Not that I disagree, youz is probably the best gang to do it without blaming us.. 'Greenies'", Patchit says while shooting Cait a nasty look. "For everything and will give us a fair shake but I just want to hear that me and my goil will get a piece of the pie when we put a bow on it for ya. Ya, I know rubbernecking 'round ain't gonna get me much on my own, which is why it's better to cooperate with youz guys. I just want to make sure I ain't getting sheep eyes for what I do, do". Thinking for a second a smile soon appears on Patchit's face. "Tell ya what, let's do this. Me and Paula will go out there, push out your territory for ya; wheel and deal for ya but in exchange you give us a promise. When this is all said and done you let us be in charge of trade between your gang and all the others. I ain't talking about moving your own sh!t 'round to your own men, I mean real honest trade. The more real estate me and Paula reel in for ya the bigger you all get. The bigger you get the more you'll have to trade when dis all dies down. Our cut don't mean nothin' unless you come out of all this sitting pretty with everyone nice and healthy like. Seems fair to me". "Besides, if this does work and you get the entire Commonwealth singing your tune you'll need guys and gals like us who know the biz; who can keep it all running smoothly. We'ves done good business with youz so far, why not"?

[taleteller50]

I believe I've covered most of the points for Calvin. I could place more detail into his background but you stated to keep it more point form. I even left a few blanks to simulate the memory loss.

How does it look? I can get a Character Sheet up if you want. Nevermind, I had a little extra time and got it started.

[Marshmallow]

Originally Posted by taleteller50

I believe I've covered most of the points for Calvin. I could place more detail into his background but you stated to keep it more point form. I even left a few blanks to simulate the memory loss.

How does it look? I can get a Character Sheet up if you want. Nevermind, I had a little extra time and got it started.

Looks decent enough, thanks for applying! I'll get it up on the OP table now.

[Marshmallow]

Giving the call for fledglings another little tap!

[Andor]

Application Character Name: Máedóc Ó Faoláin Clan: Gangrel Mortal Career: Homeguard Auxiliary Unit Mortal Trauma: Máedóc is still haunted by the horrors he witnessed during the witch hunts of the Inquisition, and during the Black Plague when it seemed all of Europe was rotting. He also dreads the encroachment of humanity upon the wild places of the world. Touchstones: Honor - saving face before the community is everything. Loyalty - always be consistent in one’s relationships with others. Hospitality - taking in someone not of one’s home or kin. Honesty - be open, friendly and straightforward with others. Justice - in accordance with the truth. Courage - to keep one’s head and stay cool in a situation and not panic. Also, be bloodthirsty and brave in battle, but not in a crazed, uncontrollable way; do not be swayed by pity for one's opponent. Background information: Born in Ireland during the 12th century, he was a renown warrior, showing enough courage and skill in battle that he was Embraced into the Gangrel clan, lead by the methuselah Bodhmall. When Bodhmall established her haven in the mountains of Powys, Máedóc went with her and the others, and fought with them against the encroachment of Rhodry ap Geraint ap Mithras when the Ventrue Baron tried to extend his power. When Mithras' loyal warlord Aethelwulf was wounded by Horus, many barons began to foment rebellion. Mithras opened his council, and his court, to Cainites across England, and Máedóc was sent by Bodhmall to Londinium in honor of the injured Gangrel warlord. Máedóc admired Mithras' decision to reject the Camarilla during the Anarch Revolt, and fought against the insurrections against him, which gained him the respect of Mithras. However, the cities were becoming far too large for Máedóc, who desired to return to the countryside. Mithras granted Máedóc permission to roam as a sort of knight errant, bidding him to only check in and report news occasionally. Máedóc returned to North Ireland, happily removed from the intrigue and chaos of civilization. Máedóc largely ignored the events of WWI, though he was involved in the Irish War for Independence. He was involved in the formation of the IRA and fought for Irish Home Rule, but later became disenchanted with the fragmentation and warring politics of the party and withdrew. When was was declared in WWII, Máedóc joined the Home Guard as a member of the Auxiliary Units, an extremely secretive force of more highly trained guerrilla units with the task of hiding behind enemy lines after an invasion, emerging to attack and destroy supply dumps, disabling tanks and trucks, assassinating collaborators, and killing sentries and senior German officers with sniper rifles, creating maximum chaos and destruction should an invasion occur. While his Auxiliary Unit was preparing defenses and setting up networks in London, Máedóc reported to Mithras for an update. While he was there, Mithraeum was buried, and Máedóc along with it. Investments: What you primarily want to focus on: Physical Post Sample: link

[Marshmallow]

Updated the applicant's table to include your application, Andor! Thanks for applying.

[Marshmallow]

Another lil' tap, for what good it'll do!

[ShadowcatX]

Is your ban on certain clans a hard ban or is it just tougher to get in? Also I notice Hecata / Giovanni aren't on either list.

Also are the characters ancillae, neonates, or fledglings?

[Marshmallow]

Originally Posted by ShadowcatX

Is your ban on certain clans a hard ban or is it just tougher to get in? Also I notice Hecata / Giovanni aren't on either list.

Also are the characters ancillae, neonates, or fledglings?

Standard V5 CharGen: 10th generation, embraced around or before WWII so most likely Ancillae or Neonate, characters will have been under the effects of the Blooding on Mithras' orders, however, so talking experience/mechanics-wise? Neonate, but age-wise definitely Ancillae considering you'd have to of been embraced before or during WWII.

[DaniLore]

How do you feel about the Tzimisce Ventrue?

[Marshmallow]

Originally Posted by DaniLore

How do you feel about the Tzimisce Ventrue?

Ventrue are fine.

[DaniLore]

Are you open to Sabbat clans?

[Marshmallow]

The application on the original post lists the clans I'll be accepting in this chronicle.