Vampire Roleplay Chronicles
创建于:2025年1月17日
创建于:2025年1月17日
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GAME: Vampire: The Masquerade - 20th Anniversary Edition
BOOKS: Any Random Chronicle or Story Book
ROLE: Storyteller
THEME: Modern Gothic-Punk
TONALITY: Dark & Intriguing
CHARACTER: Aiden, a Antediluvian Ventre with all the attributes in 15.
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CHARACTER SHEET: AIDEN, Antediluvian Ventrue (3rd Generation)
Attributes (All at 15 per your unique status)
Disciplines
Backgrounds
Virtues
Humanity: 4 (Your moral ties to the living are tenuous at best, overshadowed by eons of schemes and hungers.)
Willpower: 10 (Nearly unshakeable resolve.)
Chapel of Dissonance – An abandoned cathedral in the heart of a withered urban sprawl, overshadowed by looming skyscrapers. Neon lights from the surrounding city reflect off its stained-glass windows, now shattered and defiled by modern graffiti. The sanctuary’s pews are draped in dust and tattered crimson cloth, scattered with debris from decades of neglect. A towering pipe organ stands silent, its golden pipes blotched with rust and grime, once echoing the prayers of the living but now resonating with the hush of the dead. Outside, the cold wind rattles broken doors, while moonlight bleeds through the cracks in the roof, giving the place an eerie, otherworldly glow.
Time & Weather: It’s just past midnight on a brisk autumn evening. A chill breeze slides through the abandoned streets, carrying faint whispers of traffic and distant sirens. The clouds overhead threaten an icy rain, painting the sky a sickly purple.
You are Aiden, an elder vampire of the Ventrue clan—indeed, one of the fabled Antediluvians said to trace directly back to the clan’s progenitor. Millennia have sculpted your reputation into equal parts terror and legend. You’ve lain dormant through countless mortal generations, awakening sporadically when your grand designs or the thirst for power and knowledge beckoned. Modern nights find you stirred once again, haunted by flickers of memory: ancient betrayals, extinct cities, lost paramours, and blood oaths older than recorded history.
Your manipulations have helped shape empires and topple nations. As the centuries wore on, you found yourself more detached from mortal concerns, forging unholy bargains with supernatural allies—and enemies. Even your own brood, once loyal, have grown fractious across the ages. Now, the world stands on the cusp of a new era, and your intuition insists something stirring in the shadows might soon threaten all Kindred.
"I will not suffer fools, nor will I repeat myself."
<Could you describe the layout of the crypt again?>
{Aiden extends his hand, summoning forth Dominate to compel the mortal to speak.}
Feel free to choose your next step, whether among these or another path entirely. Darkness abides. The city waits. The story begins anew…