Hello, this is an experiment of writing
Hello, this is an experiment of writing. A majority of the characters are based off of characters I have seen RP'd via online, chatrooms, LARPS and TT Games. All characters I am using are with permission from the people who played them. I welcome reviews even bad ones. Going to try and update every week. So here's your quick summary and Prelude. It's rated MA for future chapters and because the World of Darkness can be very adult.
Disclaimer: I do not own any rights from White Wolf to sell any WOD literature. I am writing this purely as a fan fiction and experiment for entertainment purposes with no intention of making profit from this.
Summary:
Vampires are real. They live in the modern day as ordinary people at night trying to control the city through art, music, parties, business, finance, street gangs, and politicians. In this world, there are thirteen clans of vampires. Most of which want to get along with humans and pull the strings on government, businesses and jobs. They live under a set of rules that preserve the masquerade. If the masquerade were to be broken, humans would find out about vampires and it would be a persecution. To prevent this, elders of the vampire clans created a system to keep themselves and their kind safe. Just like our own society, vampires have a hierchy that they follow. Each clan has a representative on a council known as The Primogen Council. These individuals, commonly elders of each clan, will bring their clan's problems and ideas to The Prince. The Prince is elected by the Primogen council as a figure head. Someone to lead them in a time or war, or a time of peace. The Prince of each city brings with them body guards and close allies that help enforce law within vampire society. Each clan of vampire is different and special. Some are simply fighters, with the ability to hit harder, run faster, and ignore wounds and injuries. Others are more graceful, making people like them with a simple glance, controlling minds, or reading people's minds. And others still have the ability to drive the sanest person insane, use magic to change the outcome of a card game, speak with the dead, and manipulate shadows to do their will. Not all vampires agree with this idea of peace. And this brings about the times of war. The time when all vampires will need to stand united against an evil so great, it will consume cities like a dragon eating a glittering gem. And this all begins with a Vampire named Darion. Darion is the true blood childe of the Venture Primogen. Nobility and status gives him the edge to be a great political figure head, but he will have to make a choice. Doing what is expected of him? Or following a whim that could be the savior of the city.
Prelude:
The air was thick with cigarette smoke inside the noisy, poorly lit bar. A man sat at a booth with a glass of some caramel colored drink in front of him. No ice in the glass, which would lead one to believe a type of scotch. The man was young looking, maybe in his 20's, with raven black hair. His posture, suggested someone who was at ease in his surroundings. His eyes, a piercing dark blue watched the door. The rest of the bar seemed to ignore this person, like he wasn't even there. His clothing suggested an upper class job, which was out of place in the slum hole bar he was currently idling his time in.
The door opened, letting in an older man, who looked tired. This second man attracted a look from everyone at the bar. The noise paused for not even a second before his entrance was forgotten to the drunks and drug users in the room. Waving the smoke away with a thin hand, the second man walked to the booth to greet the first. He took off his hat, which was a beaten up black fedora. His suit was second hand, probably stitched up or altered to look more expensive then it was. His eyes were grey, and looked to have seen every horror in the world. His hair, a pale brown with streaks of grey in it. He sat down without a word and looked to the dark haired man in front of him.
"I got your message Detective Stone." Came the reply from the dark haired individual as he lifted his glass to drink/ "It was a real surprise to me."
"I had no one else to turn to. My entire family." The detective put a hand on his head and looked confused. "What do I do?"
Lighting a cigarette the dark haired drinker exhaled and asked a simple question. "What can you offer?"
Looking up the detective tried to think mumbling. "I have nothing you would want. Nothing you of all people would need."
The dark haired individual leaned forward and smiled in a strictly business manner. "Everyone has something to offer. The question to you, is what do you have?"
