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TBA

Overview

 
Overview
 

 

Basics

 
Basics
 
Name
 TBA
Player
 Val
Chronicle
Baltimore After Dark
Nature
 Rogue
Demeanor
 Eye of the Storm
Concept
Blood As Ink
Clan
 Toreador Antitribu
Generation
 12th
Sire
 Kelly Cole

Attributes

 
Attributes
 
Physical 
p
Strength

10000
Dexterity
 
11000
Stamina
 
11100
Social 
s
Charisma

11100
Manipulation
Investment
11110
Appearance
 
11100
Mental 
t
Perception

11000
Intelligence
 
11100
Wits
 
11100

Abilities

 
Abilities
 
Talents 
p
Alertness

11000
Athletics
 
00000
Awareness
 
00000
Brawl
 
00000
Empathy
 
10000
Expression
 
11100
Intimidation
 
00000
Leadership
 
00000
Streetwise
 
00000
Subterfuge
 
11100

 
00000
Skills 
s
Animal Ken

00000
Crafts
 
00000
Drive
 
00000
Etiquette
 
11000
Firearms
 
00000
Larceny
 
10000
Melee
 
00000
Performance
 
11000
Stealth
 
00000
Survival
 
00000

 
00000
Knowledge 
t
Academics
Journalism
11000
Computers
 Cyberstalking
11000
Finance
Predictions and Patterns
11000
Investigation
Security Clearance
11000
Law
Law as Violence
11000
Medicine
 
00000
Occult
 
00000
Politics
Finding Scandals
11000
Science
Finding Actual Experts
10000
Technology
 
00000

 
00000

Advantages

 
Advantages
 
Disciplines
 
Auspex
10000
 
Presence
10000
 
Celerity
10000
 
 
00000
 
 
00000
 
 
00000
Backgrounds
 
Generation
10000
 
Contacts
11000
 
Fame
10000
 
Resources
10000
 
Mentor
10000
 
 
00000
Virtues
Conscience
 
11000
Self-Control
 
11110
Courage
 
11110
 
Humanity/Path
11111 10000
Path
 Humanity
Bearing
 
Willpower
11110 00000
00000 00000
Blood Pool
11111 11111
10000 00000
Blood/Turn
 1/p Turn

Merits & Flaws

 
Merits & Flaws
 
Merit
Type
Cost
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Flaw
Type
Bonus
 Slow Healing
 Physical
 3
 Phobia (Anthophobia)
 Mental
 2
 Vengeful
 Mental
 2
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Rituals & Paths

 
Rituals & Paths
 
Ritual
Level
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Path
 
 
00000
 
00000
 
00000
 
00000
 
00000
 
00000
 
00000
 
00000

Experience & Derangements

 
Experience
 
Total
 
Spent
 
Notes
 
 
 
 
Derangements
 
 
 
 
 
 

Expanded Backgrounds

 
Expanded Backgrounds
 
Allies
 
Contacts
 
Fame
 
Herd
 
Influence
 
Mentor
 
Resources
 
Retainers
 
Status
 
Other
 

Rights & Possessions

 
Rights & Possessions
 
Gear (Carried)
 
Feeding Grounds
 
Havens
 
Equipment (Owned)
 
Vehicles
 
Other
 

Blood Bonds/Vinculi

 
Blood Bonds/Vinculi
 
Bound To
Rating
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Bound To
Rating
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Description

 
Description
 
Age
 
Apparent Age
 
D.O.B.
 
R.I.P.
 
Hair
 
Eyes
 
Race
 
Nationality
 
Height
 
Build
 
Gender
 
Face Claim
 
 
 
 

History

 
History
 
 When she was young, something bad happened to her. Someone did something to her. But she learned that it was the kind of thing you aren't allowed to talk about. You aren't allowed to put words to that, to let other people know that's a thing that's happening around them. This silencing ruined her life, every single day, for decades.
But then she was able to find a voice. She found the ability to put words to things, to make people understand. She found herself wielding the power to change reality through the appraisal of it, through the permission granted when you can speak. This power helped her put her life back together. It was a power she was never given, but now it's hers.
There was a day where she went to a field of flowers. It was a beautiful day, warm and bright and green. She was taking her time. But then the flowers gave way, and she came to dirt, and then a pit, and then bodies. A pile of bodies with dented heads and torn throats. The flowers tore and scratched at her as she sprinted through them in escape.
She learned very quickly that this was a story she was not allowed to talk about. People, messages, they came her way, and permission was carefully, violently taken from her. Just a touch, just the act of witnessing, took everything from her again. She went mad.
She took a break from work. Just some time to get her head straight. But it was three months that she was gone, and she was losing her mind. The world was broken for her. Flowers were ruined. She was made silent.
Her life degraded over those three months. Cigarettes and booze and bad decisions and neglect. Got into an accident, sent flowers, her mind broke. She couldn't take it. She wanted to understand, she wanted to speak, but she couldn't. She was never going to speak again. She was never going to be strong again.
But then a woman came. She took her life, gave her a new one. And the world opened again. In this rebirth, she found herself with permission in her hands, the right to know and see and speak, her power came back. But one catch:
Don't say the wrong thing at the wrong place, or we will fucking kill you.
She's through with this. She's done.
She is going to make this a world where no one is silenced again. Where losing the right to even speak about, even understand, what's happening to you can be taken away. Damn the Camarilla. Damn the Sabbat.
People have the right to know about the world they're living in.