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Some of you may not know, but my Aunt fell twice two Fridays gone. She has a broken spine and her dementia has ramped up pretty high.
Mateo: Sean gives Mateo a wry smile, "Aye, that do be just the thing, does it no? If history serves as any example, I do no be very successful at impressing Princes of cities. Perhaps I will have better luck wi' this Princess, knowin' as I do a wee bit more o' how ta conduct meself when meetin' her."
After a short pause, he continuese, "As for permission ta make a ghoul, I am aware o' what a ghoul is, but I do no know how they are made. Be it as simple as convincin' a mortal to drink me blood?"
Mateo: "They be men like me, do they now? And which of me many endearing traits do they share?" Sean seems to be speaking at least semi-rhetorically, his voice pitched low and instrospective. Turning his gaze to Mateo, Sean returns his voice to the same conversational tone he had held so far, "While I've no memories o' such things ta judge by, it seems ta me ye've a goal in mind beside simply bringin' another collection o' ne'er do wells under yer banner, so to say. What be yer timeline to have control o' these blackguards through meself?"
Mateo: Sean is in a unique situation. Since he does not remember his life before Boston, he is neither inclined nor disinclined to follow any laws of mortal society. So he considers from a position of logic and finds that Mateo's proposal has a lot to recommend it. But he has learned not to take things in this life at face value and so asks for more information, "And what kind of gang do they be? How many are they? What can ye tell me about their organization and leader?"
Mateo: Sean nods to Mateo and stands up to follow him, collecting his two bags on the way out. After they are in a more private location Sean asks Mateo, "So what are ye needin' help with, Mateo?"
Mateo: Sean looks over at Mateo, a bit confused given that he was instructed to meet Mateo here. Finally he decides that simplicity will be best, "What I am looking for, Mateo, is ta make at least a good enough impression that I can try ta build a new life for meself here without an obstacle every time I turn around. I know next ta nothin' about bein' one o' the Kindred, but I have noticed that for every thing I see and hear, there be some fourteen more things I do no. And I keep steppin' in the things I did no hear. I have instincts I do no understand fully yet and I need time ta learn about what I am and what I want out o' this life."
Sean nods to the others at the bar, refills his glass, and heads over to take a seat beside Mateo.
Sean nods to Mateo as he takes his seat. Though Sean does not particulalry like the look of the rough-seeming vampire, he is trying very hard not to judge anyone based on the opinions of others or on their appearances. After making eye contact, Sean shifts forward on his bar stool as if to stand. With an inquiring expression, Sean attempts to wordlessly ask if he should join Mateo in his corner.
Sean drinks deeply at first from his glass, a quiet tension flowing out of him as the blood slakes a thirst that was beginning to be overwhelming. After a few moments, he turns his attention back to the rest of the room.
Just four (5) people sharing a Taxi:
Sean takes the proffered hand with a firm grip and glances from one to the other naming them as he does, seeming to cement their faces in his mind, "Mal. Vinny." Sean's head twitches slightly as if restraining a glance at the silent woman with whom he initially shared the cab. It does not seem that he is really trying it on, but Mal can tell he is quite a bit stronger than his lean build would indicate, "And so it is that the pleasure is mine, to be sure. Sean Doyle, I be, and newly arrived in the city just last night." Sean nods to Bill the Cabbie, retrieves his two bags, and follows the others inside. He sets his bags nearby as he takes a seat at the bar, "Greetings to ye, Sherrif Matheson. Sean Doyle at yer service. I'll have a nip o' the same, if its no bother."
Sean, Mal, Kaydee: Sean nods in acceptance of what the driver says, gets in, and sits quietly with just a short nod of greeting to the others in the car.
Sean, Vinny, Mal, Kaydee: Sean is a little confused at first when a van-taxi shows up with another passenger already in, but the driver's identification of himself as a Nosferatu clears it up. Before he passively accepts the ride, however, he shows the address given him by Mateo the night before to the driver, "Is it that Alary's might be at this address? For I be due to meet Mateo here?"
Kent & Sean, the end of last night:
"I was no exactly, as ye say, 'ridden out o' town on a rail'. An excellent sayin' and I be tellin' ye. But Maggie did explain in great, whackin' detail tha many ways in which the Prince could make me life challengin'. One o' which I ran smack into in Chicago."
"Oh, aye, tha Sabbat be all savages, tha Brujah be all crass and vulgar, and tha Caitiff be all untrustworthy rebels. No people be all one thing, Kent, an' its a truth I do feel in my bones, so I do." Sean lays one finger along the side of his nose with a wink, "That do be tha way of it, Kent. Among allies, friends, or business partners. A favor given now is returned to tha giver later. Or to be put another way, an' I'll tell ye, "Mura garda mo lann do chúl, cé a dhéanfaidh mo chosaint ansin? If me blade guards not yer back, whose then shall guard mine?" "An ye've perhaps tha right o' that, Kent. One feud may be much like another, but it still seems ta me that I be walking blindfolded into a cow byre, never knowin' when the next step will be all shite." As they feel the onset of the sun-caused lethargy, Sean mutters quietly in Irish, giving no translation for his words. Kent and Sean, evening:
Sean awakens feeling both a lethargy and a gnawing hunger. But feeling out of sorts is, as far as he can remember, no cause for acting boorish, so he responds to Kent politely, [b]"I thank ye for the safe haven for the day, that I do. I'll see to it that I'm either there, or that I leave word for ye so ye do no have to waste yer time waiting for train that'll never show."
Sean slings his duffel and messenger bag over his shoulder and strides off into the growing dark, looking for a pay phone and a bite.
ST: After finding a pay phone, Sean will call for a taxi to take him to the address supplied by Mateo. If he can find an opportunity to do so, he will feed before he arrives to meet with Mateo.
Well, it seems my forum troubles have eaten the post I put up a couple of days ago. Sorry about that Kent. I did not mean for our conversation to end so abruptly. I will get a re-type of my response in the morning if the ST does not object, as well as a beginning to the new night.
Kent and Sean:
@Kent and ST I had a brain dead moment when talking to the Duke. Sean is originally from Boston, not Chicago. But since we already have some interaction about his meeting the Prince of Chicago, I just added a brief stop in Chicago to the backstory, and a not-stellar meeting with that city's Prince also.
Sean and Kent:
Sean makes an inarticulate sound of greeting in Freddy's direction as they settle into the car. He will be staying with us for the evening my friend. He needs a temporary place to stay. He may stay with us tomorrow as well, we shall see". "Thanks again for the offer of a safe place to spend the day. I had planned to ask the Duke to suggest a place, but the less I owe to the mighty, perhaps, the better. This life is ever full of intrigue, it seems."
"Aye, I came up from Chicago by bus, but I spent little time in Chicago; I started from Boston some two fortnights gone. I was no warned of the .. emmm .. prickly demeanor of Prince Lodin, and I did no, as he put it, 'display the proper respect due a Kindred of his rank'. Things went downhill from there." That puts you one up on me, even though he is my great grandsire I was never given an official introduction by my Sire. He dislikes young licks, thinks they're all Anarchs. Plus he is a control freak. But then I suppose you'd have to be to be a Prince". "I did notice that he seemed to no like sharing the same space with me. Then again, given that his, officers? Whatever. They had apparently been informed that I may be passing through by the Prince of Boston who likes me even less. It is unsurprising that Prince Lodin politely 'suggested' I keep moving along."
Sean and Kent: As the gathering is breaking up, Sean gathers his duffle and suitcase and heads for the exit. He pauses when Kent speaks with him and extends a hand, "Hello. Sean Doyle. No, I've no place aranged as yet. My plan was to find a suitable hotel for the day, but if ye've a place and do no mind, I'd be happy to take ye up on the offer."
Kent and Sean: Though he is unsure of the deeper context that almost certainly accompanies such an offer, Sean has no Clan to rely upon, no contacts in Kindred society, and must accept what is offered to him and what he earns. He bows his head slightly in acknowledgement of the offer and replies, "That is very generous, Duke MacGillavray, though I am unsure of what arrangement ye might be able to make. Regardless, I thank ye and I will certainly strive to avoid the mistakes I made in Chicago."
He turns his attention to Mateo and simply asks, "And where shall I meet ye tomorrow?"
Kent and Sean: With no history outside of the Kindred, Sean has little to add to this conversation of histories. He sits quietly listening to the others. Until Duncan addresses him again, startling him with the question. After a slight hesitation he speaks softly, "Ta be honest, me lord Duke, I made a right mess of things in Chicago when I met the Prince there. It was made clear ta me that it would be easier for me to start over than ta remain. Ye see, me lord Duke, I've nae Clan, nor Sire that I know."
Kent and ST: Sean returns Kent's nod as the Ventrue approaches, though Sean does not recognize Kent as such until the Duke mentions Kent's clan. Seans demeanor does not change, as he has had very little experience with any of the clans and if one judges by the examples of Mateo and Duncan, each member of a clan is likely to be his or her own heady brew.
Sean watches the exchange, noting the polite hostility Duncan has toward Kent and, while they exchange words, idly speculates if it is a clan thing only or if Duncan dislikes Kent personally. Once Kent departs, Sean turns his attention back to the Duke and waits.
Can you remind me what the roll is for starting blood pool? NVM, I found it.
Can you remind me what the roll is for starting blood pool?
Kent and ST: Even sitting you can tell that Sean is a little under six feet with a runner's build that says he could run almost forever even before the Embrace. He is dressed in blue jeans and a nice, but nondescript, shirt. His flame red hair, bright blue eyes, and a healthy collection of freckles leave little doubt of his heritage even before he begins to speak, His first few words, accented quite strongly in a way both similar to and different from the Duke, reveal that his Irish origins are none too distant, "Thank ye', Sir. An' so it is that I am also at your service should there be ought I can do for ye."
I don't have a specific list. I will just come up with some stuff and see.
Where do I find stuff and the cost of it? I am not seeing anything like that in any of the books I have.
GM:
Sean struggles to follow the heavily inflected english this very questionable looking person is speaking, but the work Brujah stand out and Sean hesitantly accompanies the man. Sean mostly just listens and tries to sort out what the man is saying. He picks up a fair bit by context, but is still left a bit in the dark.
Sean quickly figures out that this Mateo will not be answering any questions and endure the rest of the trip in silence. The convoluted path to the art room (Audience hall?) does not ease any of Sean's trepidation, but he calmly sets his bags down and takes the indicated seat. GM and Kent: Luckily the wait is not long, and Sean watches the proceedings patiently. After his less than stellar introduction in Boston, he is determined to not make the same bad impression here, and resolves to wait until he is called forward.
Okay. It took far longer than I imagined it would, but I finally got his background written. @GM Ring of Gold - Was there a merit or flaw value associated with the unknown sire thing you were talking about? EDIT: Also, how do you want to handle starting equipment and such?
Once I get my background typed in I will post for prelude. :)
I will get it finished up tonight. :)
I am not complaining, just identifying changes I know I need to make.
Take a look at my prelude and let me know if it fits with your setting. I will have to modify my freebies spending, because of your generation rules. But otherwise it should be mostly okay.
Take a look at my prelude and let me know if it fits with your setting.
ah .. okay i am in!
What is v20? is that just d20 vampire?
So I didn't hear back, but I wanted to get this submission in before you closed it. Here is MisterLurch's submission. A mystery rolled up into a Caitiff. This is just the mechanics, I am still mid-typing on the background and questions stuff. EDIT: If you rather not deal with the amnesia idea, I can switch back to the FoS, which is mostly ready to go. |
