Tank
Dramatis personæ
The following characters are Player Characters, which means that while they are very well defined in terms of behaviour and relationships, they may bend a few stereotypes of the World of Darkness.
Kate Collins: Shining Gumagan Mokole, child of Volcano. Wrecker, trucker. Usually a young Australian aboriginal woman, occasionally a perentie, other times an oversized armour-plated spiny parasaurolophus.
Theodorus: Powerful being cursed in to form of mundane semi truck.
Zach Tizonneaux: Shrouded Mokole Mbembe, child of Finch. Brightly-attired copper-skinned youth. Trim archid form appears as a human-sized chameleon with gecko pads. Capable of human speech in any form.
Maxamillion Karnaj: Philodox Glasswalker ex-Shadow Lord, child of Hummingbird. Millionaire. Usually an ally of the Mokole. Infamously lacking in stamina.
Mr None: Theurge Bone Gnawer, child of Chameleon. Never gives his real name. Resident of Sept of the Quarter Bone Gnawer video arcade.
BEAST TANK
Tired of ragier auspices laughing at your wussy crinos form?
BEAST TANK ALL-NATURAL ANIMAL ENHANCER IS THE ANSWER
STRENGTHEN and TOUGHEN your INNER BEAST OVERNIGHT
Inspire your Galliards to song and your Ahrouns to ENVY with your ROCK HARD NEW WAR FORM
BIGGER. STRONGER. MORE POWERFUL.
BEAST TANK
Although it was only two hours out of downtown Manhattan, the highway found itself amongst the countryside. Stretches of bush, isolated houses, the odd gas bar or barn dotted the scenery.
The junk yard cultured a preference for isolation. It was surrounded by a tall mesh fence that had recently been reinforced with congregated tin sheets for extra privacy. 'LUCKY TRESPASSERS WILL BE SHOT' was roughly spray-painted in large letters above a far more ambiguous collection of sprayed strokes which to some creatures read 'Dragons welcome'. A more formally recognized business sign greeted those who crossed the gate: 'Reliquary Wreckers'.
Beyond the sign a generous driveway snaked between restored stock and piles of wrecks. The dusty road formed a turning circle at the foot of a somewhat shabby two-story building that served as office and residence. Lurking behind the office loomed two large sheds, almost like aircraft hangers, questionably accessible beyond the sea of decomposing cars. To the right of the office, a branching road, a thick grove of pine trees, a couple of spare trailers and Theodorus.
Theodorus appeared as a large, black semi truck cab with a sleeper. His body was decorated with silver finishes, his chrome sparkled and his paint bore small silver stars. At a glance he resembled a mac truck with his large square grille, but an expert would have trouble determining his model. The yard was presently, as usual, empty of customers. While the other inanimate vehicles throughout the area sat lifeless and inert, Theodorus was a presence. He was stoic, and he was silent because he chose to be so.
When people encountered Theodorus, they remembered him.
Some people counted him as a friend or ally.
Some people had no idea how little they actually knew about him.