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Invisibilis Spiritus; or The Ramshackle Monster Hunters (A real world fantasy epic)
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Interest Checks
I might sit back and wait for 2-3 CS's to come in, for a change. Wanna get a better feel for this first. Then again, the OOC might to that job alone. *shrugs*
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Interest Checks
Sounds intriguing. Interested!
Might be better to roll with a smaller and more centralized cast next time around.
The car rumbled down the street. The color was a dark green, and the car a Ford F-100 XLT from 1974. It sounded like a piece of shit, because it was a piece of shit. Looked like a piece of shit as well, Gareth thought. A green piece of shit, anyway. Thankfully, it wasn't his. He sat in the passenger seat, idly rolling his thumbs with a faraway smile playing on his lips. When he had stirred awake back at his office earlier that night, it had seemed to play out as any other Boston night - dark, exciting and full of tears and terrors alike. As Gareth was hit by the news that the Prince himself had been offed - and in such an exhilaratingly brutal way too, if rumors were true - he had quickly realized, however, that this very night would have so much more of these qualities than usual. Gareth was positively brimming with excitement, though the driver beside him thought he looked as calm and content as always.
The driver, by the way, was Miss Farragut. It wasn't her real name, but it was what Gareth had chosen for her. As Kine, she wasn't a real person anyway. She was, though, an old acquaintance, who loved more than anything to do everything Gareth told her to. Usually he simply sucked her dry, but sometimes, like tonight, she served as his personal little chauffeur. Her disgusting excuse for a vehicle aside, he liked this arrangement very much. He thought she was a lovely woman, and almost regretted having chopped off one of her hands a couple of years back. The fact she drove so well with one hand didn't make her any less lovely.
He couldn't blame her too much for the vehicle she possessed, though. After all, she had been a homeless alcoholic when they met. Gareth had stolen the Ford from some tosser - Gareth liked that word a lot - and given it to her, along with one of the rooms back at his office building, which housed quite a little family of Kine Gareth had picked up along the way, and even Kindred! But that was another story. Right now Gareth turned his head to the toothless Miss Farragut and gazed in her wet, bleak-blue eyes. The popped blood vessels in them made Gareth hungry. Miss Farragut was probably in her fifties, Gareth thought, and her colored bright-red hair suited her perfectly. He had turned towards her because she had said something.
"I'm sorry, love. What was that?" he asked.
"We're here!"
"Of course we are!" Gareth answered, rather abrupt. "Oh, at the theatre. Thank you, darling." He stepped out of the vehicle. "Have a pleasant evening!", he shouted as he shut the door and started strolling.
Gareth didn't know if he liked that the Prince was dead or not. On the flip side, it surely meant Gareth would get a lot more work now - and interesting work to boot. On the other hand, it also surely meant that the Sabbath along with the other cretins would become more bold. Furthermore, Gareth had liked the Prince. He was Malkavian and had entrusted Gareth with a lot of good work throughout the years. Hopefully whoever stepped up wouldn't be any less fun. For know, that person would be Nishimura. The little chink was an interesting character, if only for the fact that Gareth didn't know half as much about her as he wanted to.
And now, Gareth had been ordered to attend a theatre in downtown Boston, as he assumed all Camarilla vampires of remote importance or value were. He was dressed in a shirt, vest and trench coat, looking very much like a corny noir character. He lacked the silly hat, though. Also, he was slightly late. As Gareth crossed the street and headed towards the theatre, he couldn't help but notice the Seneschal herself stepping out of a limousine. She headed inside, and Gareth followed.
The driver, by the way, was Miss Farragut. It wasn't her real name, but it was what Gareth had chosen for her. As Kine, she wasn't a real person anyway. She was, though, an old acquaintance, who loved more than anything to do everything Gareth told her to. Usually he simply sucked her dry, but sometimes, like tonight, she served as his personal little chauffeur. Her disgusting excuse for a vehicle aside, he liked this arrangement very much. He thought she was a lovely woman, and almost regretted having chopped off one of her hands a couple of years back. The fact she drove so well with one hand didn't make her any less lovely.
He couldn't blame her too much for the vehicle she possessed, though. After all, she had been a homeless alcoholic when they met. Gareth had stolen the Ford from some tosser - Gareth liked that word a lot - and given it to her, along with one of the rooms back at his office building, which housed quite a little family of Kine Gareth had picked up along the way, and even Kindred! But that was another story. Right now Gareth turned his head to the toothless Miss Farragut and gazed in her wet, bleak-blue eyes. The popped blood vessels in them made Gareth hungry. Miss Farragut was probably in her fifties, Gareth thought, and her colored bright-red hair suited her perfectly. He had turned towards her because she had said something.
"I'm sorry, love. What was that?" he asked.
"We're here!"
"Of course we are!" Gareth answered, rather abrupt. "Oh, at the theatre. Thank you, darling." He stepped out of the vehicle. "Have a pleasant evening!", he shouted as he shut the door and started strolling.
Gareth didn't know if he liked that the Prince was dead or not. On the flip side, it surely meant Gareth would get a lot more work now - and interesting work to boot. On the other hand, it also surely meant that the Sabbath along with the other cretins would become more bold. Furthermore, Gareth had liked the Prince. He was Malkavian and had entrusted Gareth with a lot of good work throughout the years. Hopefully whoever stepped up wouldn't be any less fun. For know, that person would be Nishimura. The little chink was an interesting character, if only for the fact that Gareth didn't know half as much about her as he wanted to.
And now, Gareth had been ordered to attend a theatre in downtown Boston, as he assumed all Camarilla vampires of remote importance or value were. He was dressed in a shirt, vest and trench coat, looking very much like a corny noir character. He lacked the silly hat, though. Also, he was slightly late. As Gareth crossed the street and headed towards the theatre, he couldn't help but notice the Seneschal herself stepping out of a limousine. She headed inside, and Gareth followed.
Just came to say that I'm with So Boerd on free will being an illusion.
I'm atheist myself, and as far as I'm concerned, every "choice" we make is a consequence of something, rather than active free will. We may think we make a choice, but we were always gonna "pick" that choice, even though we might've been unaware of it ourselves.
I'm atheist myself, and as far as I'm concerned, every "choice" we make is a consequence of something, rather than active free will. We may think we make a choice, but we were always gonna "pick" that choice, even though we might've been unaware of it ourselves.
I'm here, and intend to remain so.
Mighty fine work, good sir!
Hi, I've been on vacation and completely forgot to mention it in either of the RP's I'm participating in. Very sorry about that!
Hey guys, I'm so sorry about just disappearing. I've been on vacation and completely forgot to inform the GM's in any of the RP's I'm participating in. Seems I haven't missed TOO much, though I have quite a lot of reading to do...
Aw, too bad you removed hunters. I'd happily play a ghouling one, as nasty as the prey he hunts. But whatever, here's what's coming instead;
Name: Gareth Allard
Generation: 9th
Clan: Malkavian
Disciplines: Auspex, Obfuscate, Dementation
Personality:
Biography:
Name: Gareth Allard
Generation: 9th
Clan: Malkavian
Disciplines: Auspex, Obfuscate, Dementation
Personality:
Gareth is obsessive, cunning, unyielding and not a little bit mad. He lives for his job, and his personality accomodates for it. Naturally investigative and curious, smart enough to know not to poke his nose where it doesn't belong yet clearly deranged enough to do so anyway. When Gareth is given a mission - or picks one - he will follow it through no matter what. As determined and brutal as he is in these aspects, as contradictory is other parts of his personality. Gareth is social and witty, laidback in conversations as well as life in general whenever not working.
When he keeps his madness in check, Gareth is an exceptional detective and informant. He knows a lot of stuff and a lot of people, and a lot of stuff about a lot of people. His main hobby in life (death) is indeed his job, and he works with serious tenacity. Gareth has a photographic memory, something he makes use of along with his analytical skills. Gareth doesn't employ a large network of contacts like many others in his business do, but opts to go places and physically finding out stuff himself. He has contacts, of course, just not the numbers one might expect of a man in Gareth's position. He is not beyond using technology, but it's generally just not his forte. It is a common belief amongst people who know him that the only way to keep Gareth "sane" is to keep him working, as his focus seems to at least temporarily overcome his curse.
He acts irratic, and can often be found writing nonsense on walls whenever he has a pen and time in and on his hands. He is impossible to offend, and treats others as if they were the same. He understands nothing of art, but loves it and collects it. Paintings, in particular. He likes plenty of other people, but isn't above killing any of them. Some (most) would call him a sociopath, but Gareth merely views himself as Gareth. He talks and laughs when he wants to talk and laugh, he snuggles and fucks when he wants to snuggle and fuck, and he tortures and kills when he wants to torture and kill.
Speaking of which, Gareth firmly believes that the laws of Camarilla should be upholded no matter what, yet seemingly has tremendous troubles not to break them himself. His mad streaks includes, but are not limited to, an incessant need for torturing and murdering various creatures, preferably Kine or Garou, a very strong need to drink blood no matter how recently he fed, a compulsive repression of his human memories and very, very real nightmares that sometimes occur when he is awake, as if they were visions. Indeed, he believes some of them are. Moreover, he doesn't even dislike Kine nor Garou, he just wants - needs - to brutally murder them.
When he keeps his madness in check, Gareth is an exceptional detective and informant. He knows a lot of stuff and a lot of people, and a lot of stuff about a lot of people. His main hobby in life (death) is indeed his job, and he works with serious tenacity. Gareth has a photographic memory, something he makes use of along with his analytical skills. Gareth doesn't employ a large network of contacts like many others in his business do, but opts to go places and physically finding out stuff himself. He has contacts, of course, just not the numbers one might expect of a man in Gareth's position. He is not beyond using technology, but it's generally just not his forte. It is a common belief amongst people who know him that the only way to keep Gareth "sane" is to keep him working, as his focus seems to at least temporarily overcome his curse.
He acts irratic, and can often be found writing nonsense on walls whenever he has a pen and time in and on his hands. He is impossible to offend, and treats others as if they were the same. He understands nothing of art, but loves it and collects it. Paintings, in particular. He likes plenty of other people, but isn't above killing any of them. Some (most) would call him a sociopath, but Gareth merely views himself as Gareth. He talks and laughs when he wants to talk and laugh, he snuggles and fucks when he wants to snuggle and fuck, and he tortures and kills when he wants to torture and kill.
Speaking of which, Gareth firmly believes that the laws of Camarilla should be upholded no matter what, yet seemingly has tremendous troubles not to break them himself. His mad streaks includes, but are not limited to, an incessant need for torturing and murdering various creatures, preferably Kine or Garou, a very strong need to drink blood no matter how recently he fed, a compulsive repression of his human memories and very, very real nightmares that sometimes occur when he is awake, as if they were visions. Indeed, he believes some of them are. Moreover, he doesn't even dislike Kine nor Garou, he just wants - needs - to brutally murder them.
Biography:
Gareth is the proud proprietor, owner and only employee of Allard's Agency, a private detective firm that isn't actually a private detective firm but rather a room in a deserted office building in the outskirts of Boston, with a homemade sign reading "Allard's Agency" nailed to the door. Since the early 20's, Gareth Allard has been part information broker, part private detective and part hitman in employ of the Camrailla. During later years he has, however, had that hitman "license" revoked by the Camarilla as these murders seemed to ramp up his madness rather than take off the pressure, leading to less than satisfying results. Today, Gareth is the go-to-guy for many of Boston's vampires (assuming they belong to the Camarilla - though he does sometimes help third parties against other third parties) whenever they need information, be it about other Kindred, Kine, companies, history or even themselves. He also undertakes missions of his own, merely in order to satisfy his curiosity, which is never satisfied.
Gareth remembers little of is human life, but he believes he was a math teacher. Or a janitor. Or something else. Likely a murderer or similarly depraved individual as well, or so Gareth has concluded based on his own behaviour. What he does know is that he originally comes from Wyoming, that his father was a dentist and that his mother was not. He also knows he was embraced in 1863, because his now dead sire has told him so.
He has had many dealings and contacts throughout his years in Boston, and had he not been mad and actually cared about power and influence, chances are he would have been a very powerful and influential person by know. Instead, he has often been used by his ungrateful peers - but Gareth simply never gave a fuck. He is popular amongst many Malkavians and have been so for quite some time, and while most vampires would never trust Gareth, they tend to like his antics whether they want to or not. Paradoxically, the orderly Camarilla clans seem to have the most problem with Gareth as a person, yet the most use of him as a professional.
Presently, Gareth Allard is the premiere information broker in Boston, and he has gathered a vast amount of sources throughout the years. If one were to make him an enemy, he would be a very dangerous indeed - but how do you make an enemy out of someone who literally can not be offended?
Gareth remembers little of is human life, but he believes he was a math teacher. Or a janitor. Or something else. Likely a murderer or similarly depraved individual as well, or so Gareth has concluded based on his own behaviour. What he does know is that he originally comes from Wyoming, that his father was a dentist and that his mother was not. He also knows he was embraced in 1863, because his now dead sire has told him so.
He has had many dealings and contacts throughout his years in Boston, and had he not been mad and actually cared about power and influence, chances are he would have been a very powerful and influential person by know. Instead, he has often been used by his ungrateful peers - but Gareth simply never gave a fuck. He is popular amongst many Malkavians and have been so for quite some time, and while most vampires would never trust Gareth, they tend to like his antics whether they want to or not. Paradoxically, the orderly Camarilla clans seem to have the most problem with Gareth as a person, yet the most use of him as a professional.
Presently, Gareth Allard is the premiere information broker in Boston, and he has gathered a vast amount of sources throughout the years. If one were to make him an enemy, he would be a very dangerous indeed - but how do you make an enemy out of someone who literally can not be offended?
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