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Humanity: 7 | Humanity: 7 | ||
Blood potency: 1 | Blood potency: 1 | ||
| − | Willpower: Current: | + | Willpower: Current: 3 Starting: 5 |
Vitae: Current: 7 Max: 10 Vitae/Turn: 1 | Vitae: Current: 7 Max: 10 Vitae/Turn: 1 | ||
| − | Health: Current: | + | Health: Current: 6 Max: 8 |
Size: 5 | Size: 5 | ||
Speed: 10 | Speed: 10 | ||
Defense: 2 | Defense: 2 | ||
| − | Armor: | + | Armor: None. |
Initiative: 6 | Initiative: 6 | ||
| − | Modifiers: | + | Modifiers: +2 vs Vampire Rage freakouts for next day from the Water. |
EXP: 6 | EXP: 6 | ||
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Then things got weird. New management took over, couple of suits turned up to look over their new asset and fire half the old staff. Sam started working nightshifts, and things got weirder. The clients were, well, not just off their faces on coke or speed, but just plain odd. Feral chronics in dreads coughing up blood but not breathing, glitter clad party brats tanked on something more soul destroying than mere privilege, wizened old men in archaic clothes with nice manners but dead eyes, and the sweet little girl who snarled and hissed all the way to the hospital. She nearly quit, but still wanted to finish up the year for the cash to get better medical qualifications at Uni. | Then things got weird. New management took over, couple of suits turned up to look over their new asset and fire half the old staff. Sam started working nightshifts, and things got weirder. The clients were, well, not just off their faces on coke or speed, but just plain odd. Feral chronics in dreads coughing up blood but not breathing, glitter clad party brats tanked on something more soul destroying than mere privilege, wizened old men in archaic clothes with nice manners but dead eyes, and the sweet little girl who snarled and hissed all the way to the hospital. She nearly quit, but still wanted to finish up the year for the cash to get better medical qualifications at Uni. | ||
| − | A few years ago, New Year's Eve was Sam's last nightshift. Callout to a party, western suburbs, fights and drunks spilling out across three houses and a darling daughter of local agricorp CEO refusing to leave without her new bestest buddy in the world, a visiting colours wearing ' | + | A few years ago, New Year's Eve was Sam's last nightshift. Callout to a party, western suburbs, fights and drunks spilling out across three houses and a darling daughter of local agricorp CEO refusing to leave without her new bestest buddy in the world, a visiting colours wearing 'biking enthusiast' from the states... |
To cut a long story short, Sam woke up in the back of a container full of expensive motorbikes on a ship headed to Chicago, feeling mean, confused, and more than a little hungry. | To cut a long story short, Sam woke up in the back of a container full of expensive motorbikes on a ship headed to Chicago, feeling mean, confused, and more than a little hungry. | ||
| − | Sam's still looking for that particular bloodsucking bastard, and intends to extract her revenge slowly when she finds them. Despite her mistrust of vampires, she has had to slowly contact others of her kind on the fringes of Chicago's undead population to try and track him down, and to understand what she is a little better. | + | Sam's still looking for that particular bloodsucking bastard, and intends to extract her revenge slowly when she finds them. Despite her mistrust of vampires, she has had to slowly contact others of her kind on the fringes of Chicago's undead population to try and track him down, and to understand what she is a little better. |
After all, when the going gets weird, the weird go pro, in Sam's case, by 'borrowing' a coma's patient's identity, a woman with the same name, but no family to ask questions, and US citizenship and medical qualifications. Using her new ID, she got a night shift job as a paramedic in Chicago, but kept in touch with the fringe dwellers of Chicago, both weird and mortal, working as a volunteer medic at various homeless shelter when she can. | After all, when the going gets weird, the weird go pro, in Sam's case, by 'borrowing' a coma's patient's identity, a woman with the same name, but no family to ask questions, and US citizenship and medical qualifications. Using her new ID, she got a night shift job as a paramedic in Chicago, but kept in touch with the fringe dwellers of Chicago, both weird and mortal, working as a volunteer medic at various homeless shelter when she can. | ||
| − | + | Medium height, wavy short mid brown hair, pale complexion, deep brown eyes, thirst for knowledge matched only by her love of driving like a maniac. She is still trying to get to grips with the fancy ass vampire powers of Protean, but if she has any other non-standard bloodsucker talents, she hasn't quite figured them out yet, though the other beasts have started talking back recently... | |
Away from the public, she makes no secret of what she is, and has something of a gruesome sense of humour in the first place, but she is more likely to make biting comments at you that actually bite your head off. Her lifestyle is hard on clothes, thus she prefers to wear practical jeans and shirts rather than heels and skirts. | Away from the public, she makes no secret of what she is, and has something of a gruesome sense of humour in the first place, but she is more likely to make biting comments at you that actually bite your head off. Her lifestyle is hard on clothes, thus she prefers to wear practical jeans and shirts rather than heels and skirts. | ||
