Nothing is Forever
A Friendly Fiend
Name: Reuben Massey
Nature / Demeanour: Perfectionist / Penitent
Concept: Tattoo Artist, Incursion Escapee
Strength 2, Dexterity 3, Stamina 3
Charisma 2, Manipulation 2, Appearance 2
Perception 3, Intelligence 4 (Creative), Wits 3
Talents: Alertness 3, Athletics 2, Brawl 1, Dodge 1, Empathy 1, Expression 1, Intimidation 1, Streetwise 2, Subterfuge 1
Skills: Animal Ken 2, Body Crafts 4 (Tattooing), Drive 1, Etiquette 1, Melee 1, Stealth 1
Knowledges: Academics 1, Computer 1, Finance 1, Linguistics 1, Medicine 1
Disciplines: Animalism 1, Auspex 1, Vicissitude 3
Contacts 1 (Tattooing / Body Mod Community)
Generation 3 (Childe of Markus Nil, a Sabbat Priest)
Herd 2 (Customers / Staff at Tattoo Parlour)
Resources 1 (Operates a Tattoo Parlour)
Retainer 1 (Gasket, a Hellhound)
Merits/Flaws: none / Probationary Sect Member (-4), Sire’s Resentment (-1)
Conscience 2, Self-Control 4, Courage 4
Humanity 6, Willpower 5, Blood Pool 13/1
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, man. I’m just an Inker. I don’t want any trouble.”
How old are you? When were you born? How old were you when you were Embraced? How long have you existed as a vampire? How old do you look? Are you more mature than you seem? Less?
I was born in 1982. I was Embraced at age 28 in 2011. I look a little younger than my mortal age – I seem to be getting smoother and more symmetrical bit by bit. I’m as mature as a dude with plenty of tattoos and a motorcycle oughta be.
What was unique about your childhood? How did you spend your early years? How were your basic motivations and attitudes forged? Where did you go to school? Who were your immediate family? What is your clearest childhood memory? Did you go to high school? Did you have a hometown, or was your family constantly on the move? Did you go to college? Did you run away from home? Did you play sports? Did any of your childhood friendships last to adulthood?
I grew up in a somewhat bad neighbourhood (though not the WORST), in a poor family (but not DIRT poor). I went to a big public school, and then a big high school, and then I got kicked out of the house and mooched around not making anything of myself until I got into doing ink. Turns out I was a natural. In school I was a punky, occasionally skateboarding, pot-smoking slacker who got by on actually being pretty damn smart when left with no option but to do some damn work.
What kind of person were you? Were you a decent person, or were you an asshole? Were you popular? Did you have a family? How did you earn a living? Did you have any real friends? What kept you going from day to day? Will anyone miss you?
**I got by. I’m no charmer, but I’m no asshole. I had girls now and then, nothing serious. I’m still tight with my fellow body-artists and a couple regulars. I make art on living canvas – that’s my calling, man. This crazy blood stuff shouldn’t change that.
What was your first brush with the supernatural? When did you realize you were being stalked? Did you believe in the occult before your Embrace? When did you first meet a vampire? Were you afraid? Disbelieving? Angry? What frightened you most?
**I always figured something was out there. You draw enough weird symbols on folks’ skin, you start thinking that way. But I first met vampires when they attacked the town. They scared the shit out of me – like Leatherface meets Hellraiser meets the Manson Family.
How did the Embrace change you? How did your sire catch you? Was the Embrace painful? Did you get a kinky pleasure out of it? Did the Hunger tear at you? Did it frighten you? Did it feel right? Are you grateful to your sire? Do you want to kill him for what he did to you?
**I was one of five in my group at the graveyard – this was the night of those riots they blamed on sports. It felt like too much and too little – too good, too painful, not enough air, not enough… life. The taste was like raw meat. Like taking a punch. Something sizzled in me deep down in – in my cells, I guess? My genes? – and I fought back before they could bury me alive-ish. I just grabbed and pulled and the one holding me screamed as he stretched like taffy. I ran as fast as I could, and things get hazy until I finished trading eyes with some junkie after feeding on him. He didn’t make it. I don’t need glasses anymore, but the moment I realized what I did by reflex still wakes me up some days. Markus, they said. The one who made me is named Markus. He deserves to suffer for this.
Who was your sire, and how did he treat you? What do you know of your sire? Was he abusive, arrogant, cryptic or open? Why do you think he chose you? Did you even know your sire at all? How long did you stay with your sire? Did he teach you anything at all? How long was your “apprenticeship”? Where did you stay? Where did you go? Did you meet any other vampires during that time? Do you judge other vampires in general by your opinion of your sire? When did he teach you the Traditions?
**My Sire was a monster that you could hardly even call “human-OID”. I escaped seconds after I was made, so had to learn the “basics” mostly on my own. It’s just luck that I didn’t reveal myself or end up re-dead. I fed Gasket the first time by accident – h
e got angry when he saw me and bit me; we came to an understanding. I didn’t meet another one of us for a couple of weeks. And when I did they acted like I had Radioactive Ebola. Figures.
Were you presented to the prince? Did the prince welcome you? Was she reluctant to accept you? Did she need to be bribed or threatened? Did your sire have permission to create you? Are you on the run from the prince? What do you think her opinion of you is?
**They say I am skating on VERY thin ice. When the big bosses figured out what I was, they questioned me like I was wearing a turban at an airport. It took DAYS. Eventually they decided to let me stay in town and not kill my ass, but they made it extra clear that I was being done a favour. And they STILL act like I have Vampire AIDS. What the hell, man? How can folks be scared of you AND treat you like a worthless little shit at the same time?
How did you meet the others in your coterie? Were you brought together by chance or design? Are you all of one sect? Are you united in purpose and attitude? How long have you been together in the city? Did you know any of the others before the Embrace? Are your sires in cooperation, or are they rivals? What holds your coterie together when things get their worst?
**Anastasia found me when I went to the nightclub. She was mostly really, really curious, I think, after hearing a little about me on the vampire grapevine. When I explained how I got made, it seemed like it struck her or something. She doesn’t treat me like I have Bird Flu, so that’s a plus.
Where is your haven? Where do you hide during the day? Do you have a permanent home at all? Do you stay in the place you inhabited in your mortal life? Do you hide in an abandoned building? The sewers? Do you have anyone to protect you during the day?
**I keep dirt from the graveyard in the basement of the shop just in case, but I usually sleep in the bathtub in my small, crappy apartment. Gasket keeps an eye on the place while I’m asleep. He doesn’t bark; he bites.
Do you retain any connections to your mortal life? Are you presumed dead? Do you still watch over relatives from afar? Do you pretend to be still alive? Did you abandon your mortal existence entirely?
**I still work at Sharp Colours, the tattoo/piercing shop I co-own with Vonda (cafe-au-lait tat artist, gorgeous, says she’s bi but I think that’s just to help pick up straight chicks) and Jost (big nordic piercer, deadpan sense of humour). I still pay taxes and vote and all that jazz. Why not? Not like I’m a hundred years old or anything.
What are your habitual feeding grounds? Whom do you feed upon, and where? Do you have a territory that you consider exclusively yours? Is your favorite hunting ground used by others? Do you compete with others? What is your preferred prey? Do you ever kill when you feed? Do you have a specific herd? Do you seduce your prey? Kidnap them? Assault them on the street? Do they come to you?
**Private rooms where folks undress and turn their back on your and expect pain makes hunting at the shop easy in a pinch. I don’t do it often, though. And when someone DOES “pass out”, I make sure to give them a little tweak – you know, clean up their looks a little. Amazing how a little ink can really “bring out someone’s natural beauty.” Heh. What? It just feels… right… to do that. Don’t look at me like that – I ain’t making frankenstein or Giger’s Alien or whatever. Gimme a break.
What motivates you? Do you seek revenge on any enemies? Do you long to return to your mortal life? Do you have ambitions in Kindred society? If you could achieve anything in the world, what would it be?
**I just wanna get by. My “relatives” must hate my guts, and these Camarilla folks treat me like I have Jungle Dick Rot, so really I just want to get things square with them, and/or be sure those Sabbat guys aren’t hunting me down.
Once that is taken care of, I want to get my life in order. Get things so that Vonda and Jost don’t get suspicious and so my… haven… is more secure. I need things safe; I need it… better. It’s this weird kind of urge. My apartment isn’t cutting it. I have slept exactly ONE day without dirt from the graveyard where they tried to bury me. ONE. I NEVER wanna have to go through that again.
And lastly, I need to get my head on straight. I am an artist, but when I do that… stuff, it feels so grotesquely right. I am scarily good at it. I need to either figure out how to make that stop, or decide whether I am gonna be what these Camarilla folks seem to think I am.