Neon angel on the road to ruin.
|Chronicle||New Wave Requiem||Concept||Runaway||Covenant||Unbound|
|Politics (Gang Politics)||●○○○○||Direction Sense||●○○○○||Blood Potency|
|Science||○○○○○||Fleet of Foot||●●●○○||●●○○○○○○○○|
|(-1 unskilled)||Striking Looks||●●○○○||Vitae|
|Brawl (Subdual x1 Claws x1)||●●●●○||Flaws||□■■■■■■■■■|
|Drive||○○○○○||(none)||Vitae per Turn: 1|
|Larceny||○○○○○||Not the smartest kitty in the litter.||Humanity|
|Socialize||○○○○○||Size: 5||Speed: 15|
|Streetwise||●●○○○||Defense: 3||Armor: 0|
|Subterfuge||●○○○○||Initiative Mod: 7||Experience:|
Yeah, being dead sucks, so what? deal with it.
You think you’ve seen some shit but you haven’t. The city may be crawling with the damned Sitting around in their towers and living in their apartments and crypts. But you haven’t seen what happens to them when there is no more roof over their head or when there is no one around to slap their wrist when they fuck up. You should see what its like when the beast can really stretch its legs, when everywhere you stop turns into a ghost town and you have nothing you can do or say about it. That’s life on the road for ya, you get wrapped up in some really bad company and they’re not the kind who like being delayed, detoured, or interrupted when it comes to their appetite. Take it from me…you’ve got it easy.