Waylon

𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴𝙳 - 𝙸𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚢, 𝙸𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝙴𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎

@DeadDrop

My bad, I thought it was three. Just removed Beast Whisperer.

Anyway, my character's mentor is an old hunter himself and sent him that way, which also explains his move from Fordham in the Bronx to Loyola in Baltimore to be closer.

A Thousand Legends ~ Sundered Veil (At Capacity)

@Shu

I'm interested, can I still join?

What Are You Listening To?

𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴𝙳 - 𝙸𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚢, 𝙸𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝙴𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎

Alexander Stone

_{Fr. Alexander Stone, SJ
◄ 29 ▎ MALE ▎ 5'10" ►}

_{P R O F I L E}
If not for an unquenchable desire to get to the bottom of things, Father Stone wouldn't be a professor of philosophy, or a Jesuit. Heck, maybe not even a priest at all. Those who know him well, such as his confreres in the Society of Jesus and his fellow academics, make it a point to keep their dealings with him dull, perfunctory, and as brief as possible; those who do not, such as those unfortunate enough to be his students and confessors, find themselves regretting afterwards that they piqued his interest by opening up to him more than they ought to have. It is for this reason that none of Fordham University's frequent churchgoers would ever want to confess their sins to Father Stone lest they run the risk of having him ask them a litany of inconvenient questions – a predicament he finds himself in even now as a chaplain in Loyola University Maryland.


_{D A Y S - G O N E}
With the exception of his mentor and fellow Jesuit Fr. John O'Malley, now at an age when men of the cloth typically hang up their vestments for good, nobody in the world actually knows why Alex Stone decided to become of all things a son of Ignatius Loyola, let alone why he's always been the way he is.

What people don't know is that the sometimes cold, yet often inquisitive young priest was once Little Alex, a sanguine and carefree orphan of the Saint Gerolamo Center down in Baton Rouge.

Except perhaps for the older Jesuit and others with him whose names Alex never learned, nobody else knows that one fateful December, it wasn't a who that took his friends away every other night or so – but a what.

A what that lusted after the flesh of young children, but not in the way most people thought. And definitely not in the way the muckrakers reported it, and would continue to report it, in the years that followed.

A what which, for some reason, needed things like torches, wooden stakes, and a medieval-looking sword to be put down for good.

Alex didn't have the words back then, but he knew.

Knowing that the child knew, and concerned about what he might divulge out of childish carelessness, O'Malley and his companions arranged for Little Alex to spend the rest of his boyhood in an institution for orphaned boys up in Quebec City of all places. Needless to say things were difficult there, and having to learn French from absolute ignorance because that was all the people around him spoke (more like insisted on speaking) was the least of his travails.

Nevertheless, Alex endured, and when he came of age he went to great lengths to find out where in the world the old priest was, and saw to it that he received a letter containing but a single line:

Je veux être comme toi.

_{M E M O R I E S}
- Fr. John O'Malley, SJ: Alex's savior (“second only to Our Lord”). Sponsored Alex's studies first at the Jesuit School of Theology in Berkeley and later in Fordham, where he received a PhD and later was ordained a priest of the Society of Jesus. Otherwise distant in more ways than one and unresponsive to letters, leaving Alex to his own devices despite knowing that the young man must be brimming with all manner of questions pertaining to the occult and then some. Told Alex only the bare minimum about the existence of hunters and cells, particularly the one in Baltimore, but only after the younger priest finally wrote him about his "Long Dark Night of the Soul" in great despair. “In five years' time, if you're still alive and I'm still alive by then, I promise to tell you everything,” were O'Malley's words to him before they parted ways once more.

- The Society of Jesus: A Catholic order of priests and brothers worldwide, and the closest thing Alex Stone has ever had to a family. Renowned for their erudition bordering on the heretical and sometimes even blasphemous, yet completely oblivious to even the possibility of a world of darkness except for a scant few like O'Malley – and now Stone himself as well. While he enjoys genuine friendships with the older members in addition to those he attended seminary with, Father Stone can't help but feel irked by the fact that he is sometimes jokingly referred to throughout the Society as “Fr. Alex Jones,” owing to his predilection for conspiracy theories, paranormal podcasts, books such as David Paulides's Missing 411 and The Exorcist by William Peter Blatty, and TV shows like The X-Files – but most definitely not “bombastic and buffoonish claptrap” like Infowars.

_{C R E E D}
Inquisitive

_{D R I V E}
𝚅𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎



_{E D G E S & P E R K S}
- Library

- Sense the Unnatural

𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴𝙳 - 𝙸𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚢, 𝙸𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝙴𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎

@DeadDrop

Just got the book today, I'll be done making my priest character shortly 😊

𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴𝙳 - 𝙸𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚢, 𝙸𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝙴𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎

@DeadDrop

I'm only familiar with Vampire and I'd like to be certain, so will it help a lot here if I check out the 5th edition core book before anything?

The Maids Guide to Demon Hunting

@Rune_Alchemist

Thanks! Looking forward to it.

The Maids Guide to Demon Hunting

@Rune_Alchemist

Does that mean you'll be describing the weapons in the airship's armory?

The Maids Guide to Demon Hunting

@Rune_Alchemist

The prologue mentioned "three quick shots" so I take it there'll be semi-automatic rifles and maybe even submachine guns in this setting too. Is it okay to refer to weapons by their IRL names (e.g. M1 Garand, Thompson submachine gun, the Mk 2 "pineapple" grenade) to make things easier?

The Maids Guide to Demon Hunting

"A cook is like a maid, but in the kitchen!"

Name: Eleanor "Cookie" Cutter

Race: Human

Relevant Abilities: "I'm a line cook, so yeah, I'm good at taking orders. Goes without saying that I can cook and clean up afterwards too. By the way, 'Cookie' is just the name the line guys gave me, baking cookies isn't really my thing, just so you know. Combat abilities? Wait a minute... This isn't exactly just chef training, is it? I'm in over my head now, aren't I? Dammit. But I get to be a full-blown chef in the end, right? Okay, fine. Does chasing out thugs with a knife or a meat hammer count?"

Tell us about yourself: "I'm already here, so might as well. Grandma always told me to go for it, so that's why she was fine with me leaving our tavern out in the sticks to work here in the city. So when I overheard a pair of patrons loudly praising me ('the fine young women of your kitchen' in their words) to our head chef for dishes I didn't even prepare all by myself, I should've been suspicious right then and there. But as soon as they mentioned they were Fiore retainers looking for candidates for their 'girls-only apprenticeship program,' my boss, ever-hungry for prestige, didn't hesitate to put me on indefinite leave and sent me over here. Yeah, just me. I'm the only girl on our line, you see."

Work history: "Mom and Dad are always away doing who knows what for the Empire and they rarely visit if at all, so it fell on my dear old grandmother to raise me. She brought me up on stories of knights-errant going around the Empire putting things right. Don't know why it had to be those kinds of stories and not much else, but when I told her that I wanted to be a knight of the realm too, her eyes grew wide like you wouldn't believe and she told me not to talk about things like that ever again. Naturally, neither did she. She told me I should make a really good name for myself in modern, non-confrontational ways instead, like being a highly-rated chef and eventually running my own place, maybe even work for some royals if I get really, really good at it. As soon as I got old enough, she started training me and putting me to work in our little tavern. Before long, my shepherd's pie was the talk of the town, and my old boss happened to be in town visiting some relatives. Most people would disapprove and call what he did 'poaching,' but Grandma didn't mind at all, saw it as a 'graduation' even. She was really beside herself with pride the day I left our quiet little burg to join the kitchen staff of no less than Chez Bois-Joli."

Tools you are skilled with: "Oh, nothing fancy, just regular kitchen utensils. I help clean up too."

Occult Knowledge: "Let's see... I heard that my great-uncle Stanislaus was a witch hunter, fancy hat and all. Or should that be 'is'? Nobody's heard from him in quite a long time, you see. Other than that, nada. When it comes to things known to tempt demons, my people think it's better to be safe than sorry."