sooooo booooored
I am bored, I cannot even be bothered to draw or model stuff. although, I have finished diego's gun(or at least mauled it until I am sick of looking at it) so technically ginger chris' commission is allll done. I will give diego another look-over to make sure he can deform okay then send him onwards. not right now though. today, I have been thinking about my new vampire for the cam game :3
less thinking about, more typing a whole lot...
because osh posted a livejournal-survey style thing on the forum and I cannot resist dem survey thingies.
I love adapting a premade character to a new setting. it shouldn't be spectacularly hard to figure out which of my characters this is based on her attitude alone, though this ended up written fairly coldly. hint: it's not hazel, because however much I wanted to play her she would have to be a gangrel and a member of the circle of the crone, and there are too many of both in middlesbrough. I haven't submitted her character sheet for approval yet because uhh, I don't know how to go about that. from reading the forum it sounds complicated, more so than handing a piece of paper to osh.
• How old are you?
When were you born? How old were you when you were
Embraced? How long have you existed as a vampire? How old do
you look to others? Are you more or less mature than you seem?
A shade under 300 years old, I was Embraced in 1720, at the age of eighteen. I appear to be a fairly normal young woman; tall, lean and fairly attractive with dark hair, pale skin and shadowed eyes. I am experienced beyond my apparent years, of course, though I can be emotionally unstable at times.
• What was unique about your childhood?
What do you remember about your early years? What forged
your basic motivations and attitudes? Where did you go to school?
Were you a good student? Who were your immediate family
members? What is your clearest childhood memory? Did you go
to high school. College? Did you have a hometown, or did your
family move often? Did you run away from home? Did you play
sports? Did any of your childhood friendships last until adulthood?
My mother died in childbirth, and my distraught father left me with his brother-in-law and vanished. I remember little of my childhood; raised by my ancient aunt and uncle who paid about as much attention to me as they did their maids, I mostly looked after myself. Though an excellent student and quick to learn, I loathed my school-mates and had fewer friends than mere associates. My schooling was unexceptional, though much better than most would have had in those days owing to the relative wealth of my mother's family. I was a quiet child; spending most of my time alone, reading or exploring the countryside around the small town in which I lived. I no longer recall the name of that town. I never ran away from the grand house my aunt and uncle resided in; why would I? They ignored me as much as possible; so long as I was fed, dressed and schooled they felt no obligation to entertain or watch over me.
• What kind of person were you?
Were you a kind and gentle person or an arrogant bastard?
Were you popular or a social outcast? Did you have a family?
How did you earn a living? Did you have any real friends, or just
acquaintances? What kept you going from day to day? Will anyone
miss you?
I would not say I was kind, nor gentle. I was much as I am now - mistrustful, self-reliant, cold. I was unpopular with the children and inhabitants of the town; the children disliked my antisocial nature, the adults my intelligence and maturity. I had no family to speak of - one could hardly consider my aunt and uncle family. As I mentioned, I had no real friends as such, but I was respected amongst my peers for how knowledgeable I was, and of course that hallmark of young people's respect: I was vicious in a fight, and never afraid to start one. I don't know what kept me going. What reason would I have to stop? The fields and woodland I explored, and the dusty library I plundered, seemed endless. I had nothing else to do and all the time in the world to do it.
Will anyone miss me? No. They are all dead.
• What was your first brush with the supernatural?
When did you first realize you were being stalked? Had you dabbled
in the occult at all before your Embrace? When did you first meet a
vampire? Were you afraid? Disbelieving? Curious? Angry?
Having never 'dabbled in the occult', my first experience with the supernatural was the return of my father, though I didn't know it at first. He took me from my uncle's house a few weeks before my eighteenth birthday to live in the mansion I had been born in, and his bizarre behaviour and terrifying strength at first simply confirmed my aunt's bitter whisperings that he was quite mad. He was paler than a man should be, stronger and faster and with an almost magnetic personality that made it difficult to refuse his commands. I was afraid, for a while, that I was trapped in the house with a madman and his eerie puppet wife. The fear swiftly became anger, but he frustrated my every attempt to escape and I was confined to simmering resentment.
• How did the Embrace change you?
How did your sire catch you? Was the Embrace painful? Did
you get perverse pleasure from it? Did the Hunger tear at you?
Were you frightened? Did it somehow feel right? Are you grateful
to your sire? Do you want to kill her for what she did to you?
My Embrace amplified me. Where I was simply uncaring before, now I am almost cruel. Where I was fast and strong from years of tussling with the other teenagers in the town, I became faster and stronger.
My father sired me. On the eve of my eighteenth birthday, he told me he had a very special present for me. I was wary and shied away, but he was faster. It was painful, terrifying, and I struggled wildly but was held fast. The Hunger was all I felt once it was done, and in a daze I followed him that first time. I have always been a fast learner; by the end of that first night I was accomplished enough to hunt by myself, instinctively using my newfound powers.
It felt right, but I was not grateful to him. Without needing to be told, I knew what I had become, and I resented my father for what he had done.
• Who was your sire, and how did she treat you?
What do you know of your sire? Was she seductive, forceful,
abusive, cryptic or open? Why do you think she chose you? Did you
even know your sire? How long did you stay with your sire? Did she
teach you anything at all? How long was it until your sire released
you? Where did you stay? Where did you go? Did you meet any
other vampires during that time? Did your sire Embrace another?
Do you judge other vampires by your opinion of your sire?
Though merely strange before my Embrace, now my father was simply abusive. He blood-bonded me that night, ensuring that, strong-willed as I was, I could not openly oppose him. He lied to me, telling me that I could only rest in the cellars below the mansion to be truly safe from the sun, feeding me with stories of Kindred hunted and killed by others of their kind to keep me in fear enough to stay. He told me nothing more of other Kindred, indeed little more than the three basic laws of our kind. His wife Anna and I were glorified servants when he was there, waiting on him hand and foot. When he was away, terrorising the coasts of southern Europe with his ghoulish pirate crew, I remained in the mansion, miserable and angry and thinking myself trapped.
Forty long years this went on, and though he returned often enough to renew the Vinculum his visits to the mansion became less and less frequent. I grew bolder, venturing further afield in my hunting. I occasionally encountered other Kindred, but steered clear of them as much as possible and had no contact with them. Somehow, though, he caught wind that I was growing more confident, and, perhaps fearing that I would seek revenge on him eventually, on his next visit he was in a rage. Just managing to overpower me, he threw me into the deepest and most secure part of the cellar(ironically where he had stored some of his most precious stolen treasures over the years), barring the heavy door from the outside. Though I fought, pounding at the door, it would not budge. I was trapped, and it was not long before lack of blood sent me into torpor.
It was a long sleep, and though I woke several times it was only for long enough to find the door as securely barred as before. Only a few years ago, however, I was woken by an intruder. Some curious children had broken into the seeming-abandoned mansion, and in plumbing its depths had discovered the room I slept in. No doubt I was a terrifying sight. I don't recall what happened as I awoke, but I have no illusions that the children escaped unharmed. I was ravenous, and the next few nights were a blur.
Adapting to the modern world after such a long sleep was difficult, but as ever, I was a fast learner and had every reason to learn to fit in as quickly as possible. Computers in particular were a wonder to me, and I was eager to master such a powerful tool. Let us say that Wikipedia is a great tool for the heavy sleeper, and leave it at that.
• Were you presented to Kindred society?
Did the Prince welcome you? Was he reluctant to accept you?
Did prominent Kindred need to be bribed or threatened before
accepting you? Did your sire have permission to create you? Are
you on the run from Kindred authorities? What do you suppose
your domain’s preeminent Kindred think about you?
I have had no official presentation to Kindred society as of yet, and have little knowledge of how it works. I doubt my sire had permission to create me, but I also doubt that's an issue now.
• How did you meet the others in your coterie?
I have no coterie as of yet.
• Where is your haven?
Where do you sleep during the day? Do you have any permanent
home, or do you migrate from place to place? Do you stay in or
near the place you inhabited in your mortal life? Do you hide in
an abandoned building? Is your haven above or below ground?
Do you have anyone to protect you during the day?
Since leaving the mansion I have been on the move almost constantly, taking shelter wherever I could find it. I have been moving northward slowly, through France to England, and here in Middlesbrough I stay alone in an abandoned house.
• Do you retain any connections to your mortal life?
Have you been presumed dead? Do you still watch over old
friends and relatives from afar? Do you pretend to still be alive?
Have you abandoned your mortal existence entirely?
I have no connections to my mortal life; it is long gone.
• What are your habitual feeding grounds?
Do you frequent a particular place to feed? Do you consider
this territory yours alone, or do others use it? Do you compete
with others to feed? What is your preferred prey? Will you risk
hunger to find this type of prey? Do you ever kill when you feed?
Do you have a specific herd? Do you seduce your prey? Kidnap
them? Intimidate or beat them? Do they come to you?
Being new to this area, I have no preferences as to where I feed yet. I try to stay far from my haven to avoid drawing attention to it, however. I am not territorial, and though I have met few Kindred here yet I suppose I must compete with someone.
I prefer younger prey, but I take what I can get and avoid killing when I feed. Seduction is a fairly easy(especially with my accent) trick for getting close and intimate enough to feed, so I use it when I can, but I don't always need to.
• What motivates you?
Are you bent on revenge? Do you long for your mortal life, or
to again look upon the sun? Do you have ambitions within Kindred
society? Do you wish to Embrace any childer? Are you involved
with inter-covenant conflict? If you could have any one thing in
the world, what would it be?
I have had my revenge. After awakening from torpor, I remained based in the mansion for several months while getting my bearings in the new world. My sire chanced to return, not realising I was free, and I slew him and the pathetic blood-doll he called a wife.
I do not miss my mortal life, though I do the sun, and I have little interest in politics.
...so adapting the story wasn't terribly hard, but figuring out her motivation now is more difficult. that's the problem really; she's just realised her main ambition so I'm at a bit of a loose end now.
also all this writing makes me want to fix up that part of my website with my characters on it. cause it's a mess.
less thinking about, more typing a whole lot...
because osh posted a livejournal-survey style thing on the forum and I cannot resist dem survey thingies.
I love adapting a premade character to a new setting. it shouldn't be spectacularly hard to figure out which of my characters this is based on her attitude alone, though this ended up written fairly coldly. hint: it's not hazel, because however much I wanted to play her she would have to be a gangrel and a member of the circle of the crone, and there are too many of both in middlesbrough. I haven't submitted her character sheet for approval yet because uhh, I don't know how to go about that. from reading the forum it sounds complicated, more so than handing a piece of paper to osh.
• How old are you?
When were you born? How old were you when you were
Embraced? How long have you existed as a vampire? How old do
you look to others? Are you more or less mature than you seem?
A shade under 300 years old, I was Embraced in 1720, at the age of eighteen. I appear to be a fairly normal young woman; tall, lean and fairly attractive with dark hair, pale skin and shadowed eyes. I am experienced beyond my apparent years, of course, though I can be emotionally unstable at times.
• What was unique about your childhood?
What do you remember about your early years? What forged
your basic motivations and attitudes? Where did you go to school?
Were you a good student? Who were your immediate family
members? What is your clearest childhood memory? Did you go
to high school. College? Did you have a hometown, or did your
family move often? Did you run away from home? Did you play
sports? Did any of your childhood friendships last until adulthood?
My mother died in childbirth, and my distraught father left me with his brother-in-law and vanished. I remember little of my childhood; raised by my ancient aunt and uncle who paid about as much attention to me as they did their maids, I mostly looked after myself. Though an excellent student and quick to learn, I loathed my school-mates and had fewer friends than mere associates. My schooling was unexceptional, though much better than most would have had in those days owing to the relative wealth of my mother's family. I was a quiet child; spending most of my time alone, reading or exploring the countryside around the small town in which I lived. I no longer recall the name of that town. I never ran away from the grand house my aunt and uncle resided in; why would I? They ignored me as much as possible; so long as I was fed, dressed and schooled they felt no obligation to entertain or watch over me.
• What kind of person were you?
Were you a kind and gentle person or an arrogant bastard?
Were you popular or a social outcast? Did you have a family?
How did you earn a living? Did you have any real friends, or just
acquaintances? What kept you going from day to day? Will anyone
miss you?
I would not say I was kind, nor gentle. I was much as I am now - mistrustful, self-reliant, cold. I was unpopular with the children and inhabitants of the town; the children disliked my antisocial nature, the adults my intelligence and maturity. I had no family to speak of - one could hardly consider my aunt and uncle family. As I mentioned, I had no real friends as such, but I was respected amongst my peers for how knowledgeable I was, and of course that hallmark of young people's respect: I was vicious in a fight, and never afraid to start one. I don't know what kept me going. What reason would I have to stop? The fields and woodland I explored, and the dusty library I plundered, seemed endless. I had nothing else to do and all the time in the world to do it.
Will anyone miss me? No. They are all dead.
• What was your first brush with the supernatural?
When did you first realize you were being stalked? Had you dabbled
in the occult at all before your Embrace? When did you first meet a
vampire? Were you afraid? Disbelieving? Curious? Angry?
Having never 'dabbled in the occult', my first experience with the supernatural was the return of my father, though I didn't know it at first. He took me from my uncle's house a few weeks before my eighteenth birthday to live in the mansion I had been born in, and his bizarre behaviour and terrifying strength at first simply confirmed my aunt's bitter whisperings that he was quite mad. He was paler than a man should be, stronger and faster and with an almost magnetic personality that made it difficult to refuse his commands. I was afraid, for a while, that I was trapped in the house with a madman and his eerie puppet wife. The fear swiftly became anger, but he frustrated my every attempt to escape and I was confined to simmering resentment.
• How did the Embrace change you?
How did your sire catch you? Was the Embrace painful? Did
you get perverse pleasure from it? Did the Hunger tear at you?
Were you frightened? Did it somehow feel right? Are you grateful
to your sire? Do you want to kill her for what she did to you?
My Embrace amplified me. Where I was simply uncaring before, now I am almost cruel. Where I was fast and strong from years of tussling with the other teenagers in the town, I became faster and stronger.
My father sired me. On the eve of my eighteenth birthday, he told me he had a very special present for me. I was wary and shied away, but he was faster. It was painful, terrifying, and I struggled wildly but was held fast. The Hunger was all I felt once it was done, and in a daze I followed him that first time. I have always been a fast learner; by the end of that first night I was accomplished enough to hunt by myself, instinctively using my newfound powers.
It felt right, but I was not grateful to him. Without needing to be told, I knew what I had become, and I resented my father for what he had done.
• Who was your sire, and how did she treat you?
What do you know of your sire? Was she seductive, forceful,
abusive, cryptic or open? Why do you think she chose you? Did you
even know your sire? How long did you stay with your sire? Did she
teach you anything at all? How long was it until your sire released
you? Where did you stay? Where did you go? Did you meet any
other vampires during that time? Did your sire Embrace another?
Do you judge other vampires by your opinion of your sire?
Though merely strange before my Embrace, now my father was simply abusive. He blood-bonded me that night, ensuring that, strong-willed as I was, I could not openly oppose him. He lied to me, telling me that I could only rest in the cellars below the mansion to be truly safe from the sun, feeding me with stories of Kindred hunted and killed by others of their kind to keep me in fear enough to stay. He told me nothing more of other Kindred, indeed little more than the three basic laws of our kind. His wife Anna and I were glorified servants when he was there, waiting on him hand and foot. When he was away, terrorising the coasts of southern Europe with his ghoulish pirate crew, I remained in the mansion, miserable and angry and thinking myself trapped.
Forty long years this went on, and though he returned often enough to renew the Vinculum his visits to the mansion became less and less frequent. I grew bolder, venturing further afield in my hunting. I occasionally encountered other Kindred, but steered clear of them as much as possible and had no contact with them. Somehow, though, he caught wind that I was growing more confident, and, perhaps fearing that I would seek revenge on him eventually, on his next visit he was in a rage. Just managing to overpower me, he threw me into the deepest and most secure part of the cellar(ironically where he had stored some of his most precious stolen treasures over the years), barring the heavy door from the outside. Though I fought, pounding at the door, it would not budge. I was trapped, and it was not long before lack of blood sent me into torpor.
It was a long sleep, and though I woke several times it was only for long enough to find the door as securely barred as before. Only a few years ago, however, I was woken by an intruder. Some curious children had broken into the seeming-abandoned mansion, and in plumbing its depths had discovered the room I slept in. No doubt I was a terrifying sight. I don't recall what happened as I awoke, but I have no illusions that the children escaped unharmed. I was ravenous, and the next few nights were a blur.
Adapting to the modern world after such a long sleep was difficult, but as ever, I was a fast learner and had every reason to learn to fit in as quickly as possible. Computers in particular were a wonder to me, and I was eager to master such a powerful tool. Let us say that Wikipedia is a great tool for the heavy sleeper, and leave it at that.
• Were you presented to Kindred society?
Did the Prince welcome you? Was he reluctant to accept you?
Did prominent Kindred need to be bribed or threatened before
accepting you? Did your sire have permission to create you? Are
you on the run from Kindred authorities? What do you suppose
your domain’s preeminent Kindred think about you?
I have had no official presentation to Kindred society as of yet, and have little knowledge of how it works. I doubt my sire had permission to create me, but I also doubt that's an issue now.
• How did you meet the others in your coterie?
I have no coterie as of yet.
• Where is your haven?
Where do you sleep during the day? Do you have any permanent
home, or do you migrate from place to place? Do you stay in or
near the place you inhabited in your mortal life? Do you hide in
an abandoned building? Is your haven above or below ground?
Do you have anyone to protect you during the day?
Since leaving the mansion I have been on the move almost constantly, taking shelter wherever I could find it. I have been moving northward slowly, through France to England, and here in Middlesbrough I stay alone in an abandoned house.
• Do you retain any connections to your mortal life?
Have you been presumed dead? Do you still watch over old
friends and relatives from afar? Do you pretend to still be alive?
Have you abandoned your mortal existence entirely?
I have no connections to my mortal life; it is long gone.
• What are your habitual feeding grounds?
Do you frequent a particular place to feed? Do you consider
this territory yours alone, or do others use it? Do you compete
with others to feed? What is your preferred prey? Will you risk
hunger to find this type of prey? Do you ever kill when you feed?
Do you have a specific herd? Do you seduce your prey? Kidnap
them? Intimidate or beat them? Do they come to you?
Being new to this area, I have no preferences as to where I feed yet. I try to stay far from my haven to avoid drawing attention to it, however. I am not territorial, and though I have met few Kindred here yet I suppose I must compete with someone.
I prefer younger prey, but I take what I can get and avoid killing when I feed. Seduction is a fairly easy(especially with my accent) trick for getting close and intimate enough to feed, so I use it when I can, but I don't always need to.
• What motivates you?
Are you bent on revenge? Do you long for your mortal life, or
to again look upon the sun? Do you have ambitions within Kindred
society? Do you wish to Embrace any childer? Are you involved
with inter-covenant conflict? If you could have any one thing in
the world, what would it be?
I have had my revenge. After awakening from torpor, I remained based in the mansion for several months while getting my bearings in the new world. My sire chanced to return, not realising I was free, and I slew him and the pathetic blood-doll he called a wife.
I do not miss my mortal life, though I do the sun, and I have little interest in politics.
...so adapting the story wasn't terribly hard, but figuring out her motivation now is more difficult. that's the problem really; she's just realised her main ambition so I'm at a bit of a loose end now.
also all this writing makes me want to fix up that part of my website with my characters on it. cause it's a mess.