K-97

The New York Darkness

Sry for taking long, I wasn't sure about a concept but I've finally got one I'm satisfied with so I'll finish my CS soon.

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Ellri said
Looks like your michael actually thinks he's sane, K-97. That is worth a chuckle. It'll be fun when that bubble bursts. No doubt Alodia will do her best to "help" him along. Its her duty, after all. Just be glad it'll take her a good while before she attains enough points in dementation to use it upon him.Fun thing with malks is that they understand each other pretty well when they try to. Its just that they're generally easily distracted by the shiny. and the effort is just as generally one-sided.We'll see if it feels natural to throw in another post.

To be fair, Malks don't tend to see themselves as insane, if they did then they wouldn't be insane. Rather they tend to go for either sane (if their derangement is mild, so Dominate Malks/Carriers tend to go for this), different, special or even enlightened.

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Michael's mind had mostly been tuning out the pointless chatter of the other kindred (although he did catch the SUB's instructions) in an attempt to block out Little Fish's mental intrusions. It had mostly worked and now that his mind was his own again he felt at his best again. He wondered just how the hell other Malkavians endured the constant lack of mental privacy, no wonder they were all insane.

While he didn't exactly acknowledge the presence of a God, he quietly thanked him for the fact that he was embraced into the rare bloodline of Sane Malkavians.

Or at least he was sane.

He had yet to meet a sane Malk, even one of his own bloodline. As far as he could tell, his bloodline were definitely the saner Malks but the ones he had met were functionally insane rather than outright crazy. Everyone else told him every Malkavian was insane no matter what and while his observations of other Malks had confirmed this, Michael honestly had yet to think of a way he was insane.

At the mention of a Malk owning the Estis Diner, he decided he may as well go there seeing as other than the Little Fish no one would be able to tolerate Alex (he needed a better name for him, Alex was so normal). Without saying a word he got up and made his way towards the door, he had almost made it out of the boardroom when it occurred to him that this would probably be the only mission Little Fish could accomplish without fucking it up. He also felt a miniscule amount of kinship with her, they were from the same clan despite the difference in bloodline and she could probably learn a thing or two from the unliving legend he was.

He turned around and after taking a breath (trying to keep his face straight from smelling an overwhelming amount of dead fish, why hadn't he learnt Telepathy?) said, ''Look Little Fish, I'm going to see Alex over at the Estis Diner and I feel like I should probably look after you,'' he looked at the SUB whose face confirmed how sorry he was feeling for himself right now (he really shouldn't be the Prince of this city, at this rate he'll probably commit Suicide by Sun or something) after Little Fish's onslaught, ''Just in case anything happens, besides we may as well go see our blood brother together, you gonna come with me?''. Remembering the BBB's request, he turned to him and said, ''If you want to go brawl some wolves or something you can come as well,''.

He expected them to say yes, who wouldn't say yes? He was practically irrefusable.

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Augustus, Thalia isn't there anymore. Your post neeyds to be changed.

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necronevermore said
I'm making an ic post, but still waiting for k before the prince moves on.

Done

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Fish

For the past couple of minutes, Michael had been wondering exactly why he had bothered to come here. Very few other Camarilla felt it was even worth showing up so clearly something was up with this place. If the Dredge of the Camarilla didn't show up, then why was this place worth someone with such potential as himself? He supposed the one good thing was it would be incredibly easy to ascend the ranks with so few here, but where's the challenge in unlife? Not that anything was challenging but he at least wanted to feel like he tried in order to do well. Still he should be grateful it would be so easy to be powerful here, however boring, easy and mundane the path to power was. Impatiently he listened one by one to each introduction, it was nice to get to know the competition although with a crowd this small he wouldn't need to. He had been casually leaning back in his chair tapping his fingers as he tried to figure out the characters of everyone in the room.

First came the Prince (whose names he can never bother to remember), a Ventrue way in over his head. Surprise surprise the Ventrue was a SUB (i.e. Stuck Up Bastard/Bitch) albeit one who couldn't control his temper or present himself properly. Clearly the Camarilla didn't think much of him sending him here (and with this turn out, neither did the locals), when he got in that chair of his he would make this place soooo much better.

Fish

Then came his sister Alodia (depressing, a stereotypical malkavian) the Little Fish, he could feel the madness radiating off of her to the point where snippets of her thoughts floated into his mind through the Cobweb (conventionally known as the Madness Network). He was slightly caught off guard as the word 'Fish' echoed intermittently in his mind, it was unusual for the Cobweb to even touch his mind but clearly she had to be something special to elicit a reaction. His problem with her wasn't so much competition but the fact she was killing the calm, mysterious but awesome vibe of his mind with her thoughts. If only Vampires could be lobotomised.

Next came Reza aka the Emo Warrior (Black really doesn't suit him, we're depressing enough as it is, don't add to it), an Assamite who seemed to actually be smart enough to be (or at least present himself as) loyal to the Prince, if only to save his own skin. Assamites aren't exactly welcome (soul drinking aka diablerie is the ultimate sin for some reason, despite the fact vampires spend their lives getting power), Michael knew that he wasn't exactly much of a threat for now but once he gained the trust he could become a problem. Here's hoping he fucks up.

Fish

Then came another assamite, he could barely even stop himself cracking up as Gaius the Kid Killer spoke up. His size and hesitation during his speech (the irony, oh my you can be a part of me if you want) weren't doing him any favours with the crowd, maybe he gets extra points for boyish cuteness? He didn't seem like much of a problem, maybe he could be the Robin to his Batman.

And finally was Augustus the Bigass Backwards Brute (here there after known as BBB), who bites firsts and asks questions later. His shouting made him stand out as the most childish vamp in the room, despite the presence of Kid Killer, and his speech contained nothing of substance.He had a feeling it would be easy to manipulate him, he would make a good pet. Wonder if he'd be more like a dog or cat? Probably a Lion.

Oh and there was that unimportant barely noticeable Hot Hound who didn't even count as competition (being able to rip something in half doesn't make a Werewolf important), if Michael was still human he'd tap that tight ass. She should probably work on her sexy look through, it makes her look kinda off puttingly horny.

Fish

After the less interesting introductions were gotten out of the way he got up and said, ''My Name is Michael Anderson,'' he looked Alodia in the eye ''I'm a Carrier, Little Fish'' and then turned to the rest of the crowd, ''A Malkavian to the rest of you, and my purpose here is simply to help our new Prince establish this location as a Camarilla city,''. He paused for a moment choosing his next words carefully, he wanted the crowd to know exactly why he was so amazing, ''And as a final word, if you expect me to go crazy and entertain you, let me be the first to say you are mistaken. I recommend you take me seriously,''. He sat back down in a controlled fashion, trying emphasise how he was under control unlike every other Malk he had ever met. Not his best work, he was under pressure had no time to really prepare but it would do for first impressions (as well as the fact the SUB was giving me evils the whole time, he really needs to work on presentation).

Fish

Now to see how long he could last sitting in this room before he was bored to death by the SUB inevitable long political piece or the Little Fish managed to drive him insane with the constant attempts to indoctrinate his mind with Fish. Maybe she was intentionally trying to drive him mad? It did actually sound like quite a Malk thing to do despite how....

Fish

This was going to be a looooong night.

The New York Darkness

Kyle Mare

Name: Kyle Mare
Age: 32
Appearance: Kyle could be described as tall but muscular, at about 6'' foot and 190 lbs with light blue eyes. He isn't the most fashion conscious so his typical attire consists of hoodies, T-shirts (Polos if he's really trying to look good), casual leather jackets and skinny jeans. While his bodycare routine, he manages to look decent. The only part of his face he really puts time into is his hair, his pride and joy since he started therapy.

Condition: Kyle suffers from Depersonalisation Disorder, it is best described to others as if the subject is living in a dream. Kyle tends to feel a disconnect from his own physicality, in other words he feels as if his actions, feelings and thoughts belong to someone else. This is additionally compounded by his surroundings also feeling unreal and lacking detail or vividness as if there is a fog in between him and the world (the best way to imagine it would be the blurriness of a dream). While under normal conditions he can act lucidly (albeit with some minor distortion, he isn't 100% recovered), his condition can worsen if he experiences stress or lack of sleep.

Shares: (I know the first section is in Third Person, I felt with his condition it initially made sense)

The Meeting with Dr Blake

He didn't know why he went, Kyle Mare honestly couldn't remember. Was it a friend? His parents? His boss? He decided he didn't care.

''Mr Mare, would you like to tell me in your own words,'' Dr Blake said. He could barely perceive the smile on his face.

He looked around Dr Blake's office, and as with every other place it was dull and hazy. The only thing he could focus on was the voice of Dr Blake behind his featureless indistinct face. Just like every other face.

''No...I don't think I can...is that a problem?'' a voice murmured. He wasn't actually sure whether he had said that, the voice sounded distorted and dark, like life had been dragging it down. It was not how he remembered his voice.

''It's fine Mr Mare, I understand. But one last thing,'' Dr Blake took something from under his desk. ''I just want you to look at this and tell me what you see,''. He placed it across the desk between them.

Kyle picked up the object and took a look. It was supposed to be a mirror, that much he could tell, but something was wrong. All he could see was something disheveled and almost faceless, it's appearance shifting in the mirror the longer he looked at it.

''This isn't my reflection Dr Blake, what are you playing at?''. There was that voice again, now he couldn't deny it was his own despite his feelings contrary.

Dr Blake was writing something down, a sly look on his face. ''Curious...very curious Mr Mare,''.


A Note

Dear Diary I never thought I would ever write these words, I sound like such a teenage girl,

Dr Blake said I should try to look back on my experiences, now that I'm cured or more or less treated from coping with my disorder so I'm going to write them down here. He recommended that I write it as if I'm still there.

It's all sort of hazy, everything from that time was, and it didn't really feel like it was me doing these things for the most part but I'm going to try my best not to going into third person like I remember.

Dr Blake said if I start internalizing my experiences as a normal person in first person then it would be easier to reconcile and process them and I would subconsciously get used to view my experiences as my own rather than someone else. Sounds like a lot of psychobabble but All of which Dr Blake said would speed up my complete recovery.

Hypnosis

I didn't really talk much at first, at least nothing personal, when I was in that haze it was hard to relate to others or even to socially interact. I felt so numb like there was a hole in my own soul, and compounded by the fact there was some sort of fog between me and the world, people were no better to me than objects. Moving objects but nevertheless an object. I guess at first I tried to see past that, tried to hold on to the fact that these were people I was seeing but as it went further down the line it just got harder and harder to remember what it was like to be normal. To see people as people. Until the fog just swept me away. Until I gave up.

Oh look this is going on a bit long, I should probably get back to the story.

Anyway Dr Blake was beginning to get worried that if I didn't come out of my shell (or rather fog) I wouldn't benefit from therapy and might even drop out. I suppose I didn't really understand at the time what therapy meant and the kind of things I'd have to give up, my Time, my Privacy and I suppose to some extent my own dignity. So he decided to help me along with a hypnosis session, hoping if I actually looked back on my memories I would begin to recover. I didn't really think much of it, I hadn't experienced nearly the same benefit as the others so I decided to give it a shot.

And I honestly don't know where I would be if I hadn't.

I couldn't believe what I was about to do.

''Are you ready Mr Mare?'' Dr Blake said, ''Are you sure I wanted to play this in front of the others?''.

I nodded, nonchalant as always but this time with a hint of apprehension, ''Can I say something first?''.

''Sure, Kyle, say whatever you need to,''.

I turned to the others, I wasn't sure what they were thinking but I knew it had to be said,

''I've not been very talkative in these sessions we had together, I want to heal...but I guess I didn't really understand what it took. It's only now that I am beginning to understand what it must be like for you all, to talk about everything you've gone through, to relive it all while I hid away. But today that changes,''.

I paused for effect, hoping the ramifications of what I was about to do sunk in.

''Now I'm not ready to openly talk about my experiences. But I want you to listen to this recording, I don't want you to say anything but I just want you to listen,''. I paused again hoping they would respect this instruction.

''Now I'm sure some of you have had hypnosis sessions with Dr Blake, well this is my only one but well...while I'm not ready to talk some part of me clearly is desperate to say something. So here it is, here is me bearing my soul to you all. An unedited, unfiltered direct sneak peak inside my head, one I haven't heard myself mind you, I hope you enjoy,''.

As if on cue Dr Blake reached to press play on the cassette player, he paused for a moment and then said ''If you want to stop at any time, just tell me,'' before pressing play.

Dr Blake's voice boomed across the room, ''Mr Mare, I would like to ask you, why is it that you always wear that necklace? The one with the ring on it? It's very distinctive,''.

''It was my fiance's. or rather former fiance,''.

''Ah an engagement ring. Can you tell me about her?,''.

''Her name was Felicia,'' he chuckled dryly, that was something I hadn't done in a while, ''I would always call her my little kitty cat, oh the irony,''.

''What is ironic about it?''

''She was a dog person, we always would talk about getting puppies once we were married but then...well..,''.

''What happened to Felicia, Kyle,''.

I could hear whimpering on the tape, when it eventually stopped, ''She uh...she died,''.

''How did she die, Kyle?''.

There was a significant pause, I could hear my sobbing continue in the background before I heard myself whisper,

''I couldn't protect her. I couldn't save her. It was my fault. It was my fault,'' almost rhythmically I kept repeating that phrase getting louder and more incoherent until the recording abruptly ended. By the time the recording had shut off, my face was wet with tears.

''I brought you out of the trance after that point, I thought you had experienced a bit too much. Don't have anything to say Kyle, you've done more than anyone could expect of you,'' Instincts kicking in, he was oblivious to the presence of others, his one priority now being my well-being.

''She was murdered, Dr Blake,''.

Dr Blake paused, almost astounded I had willingly shared anything personal, ''Who was murdered Kyle?''.

It came easy now that the others knew, now that I could share my pain.

''My fiance...she was murdered....''.


Possessions: Basic Phone, Diary, Pen and a Makeshift Necklace (Made up of a string tied around an Engagement Ring).

Relations:

Maya Chen - I think Kyle would be drawn to her because of the similarity of their conditions, especially in comparison to everyone else. He would probably have tried to befriend her despite the large age gap in the hope that he can have someone to talk to who unlike everyone else actually knows somewhat what his condition is like. While this wouldn't be the state of affairs at the start of the RP, with Dr Blake dead, if Kyle was looking for a new mentor figure it would mostly likely be in her.

Joseph Harrell - His feeling of him are mixed, on the one hand he feels angry about how Joseph's actions caused so much hurt in the lives of his family, something Kyle didn't eve n get the chance to have. On the other hand he sympathies with the clearly broken man. He's lost a wife (similarly to him) and a child and from experience knows what that can do to someone. As well as the fact he is there shows how he is repentant about how his actions led to his wife and child left him. He'd see him as a brother of sorts in mental suffering, hoping that he can get past his disorder so he can live his family life again and not waste it a second time.

Aimee Askins - Kyle would immediately feel protective of her, compared to everyone else she is so young yet she suffers like the rest of them. He finds it tragic circumstance that she has to spend her youth in therapy and similarly to Joseph hopes she can pull through to live the rest of her youth relatively normally. He finds her bubbly personality refreshing in comparison to the demeanor of everyone else and would probably be keen to talk to her whenever he wants to forget about his problems.

Alma Evans - Kyle didn't like her pretentiousness, he would probably see it as if she felt above the rest of the group despite being there in therapy with them. At the same time he did pity her, she, like everyone else in the group, had suffered in some way and he could tell by look it at her that she had lived a life of sadness. As far as Kyle could tell, they didn't really have too much in common and he didn't know enough about her, he would be amiable to her, as with everyone in the group, but there probably would be anything else. If anything develops, it will be during the RP.

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necronevermore said
K: have a haven and history yet?

Got that down, is it good?

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Ellri said
If our character's behavior resembles fishmalk, please slap her with a fish till it stops.

Don't worry, as the sanest malk in town, I will gladly take up this responsibility.

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Ellri said
Ok, revised the stuff and added the virtues.Still not sure what to stick in humanity/willpower, though. Could one of you help with figuring that out, based on the virtue point distribution?You noticed the reference to Fishmalk, did ya?Will add the derangement description soon.

If you have a Conscience of 1 and a Self Control of 4 then you have a Humanity of 5. With a Courage of 5, your initial Willpower is 5. As Bad Wolf said you add the values of the following together to get Humanity/Willpower:

Bad Wolf said
Humanity = Conscience + Self-Control
Willpower = Courage
That's how you get those two stats.

Remember, your virtues start at one not zero.

And I was wondering if this Malk was designed specifically to fit the Fishmalk stereotype.