#spitz sol leks

[justaloreaddict]

The irony of having "I'm Alive" by Shinedown on the playlist of a vampire character

It makes sense, I promise

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Pffffff so I saw this reblogged from Sableglass and it looked really cool and fun so I hope you don’t mind that I took a crack at it. @davycoquette

Funnily enough, not many of my characters have consistent bedrooms or large amounts of personal effects so I had to think about this for a second. In the end this time I decided to go with Spitz since he’s been on the brain most recently. I might do one at some point for Maxwell, Landers, and Pik but we’ll see.

Spitz is a Vampire: The Masquerade v5 PC of mine for some minor context. There’s more about him around here somewhere.

Paint a picture of a character by describing their bedroom while they’re not in it.

A heavy blanket hangs over a custom curtain rod blocking all light and some noise from outside. The large bed shoved sideways against the wall has not been properly made in weeks, even when the sheets were changed, the pillows and blanket tossed around in a heap. They’re all a solid orange color, except for the blanket that is dark blue. The floor has a few t-shirts scattered about but otherwise few hazards.

A television sits across from the side of the bed on a low shelving unit containing a tower PC and a gaming console, as well as several video games, mostly shooters or action games. Those are arranged neatly, kept from falling over by an extra controller. Two stacks of books by the head of the bed imply an avid reader who enjoys Fantasy action. A pair of motorcycle gloves hang from a hook on the sliding closet door, surrounded by several posters for various fighting sport gyms and one for a shooting range.

The walls have a small clutter of band posters and a professional dog sledding themed calendar. There is also a very large poster of a moose, with black sharpie writing about its weak points and potential exploits. Also on the poster is a list of pros and cons to fighting a moose, including them being diurnal and thus invulnerable.

Shuffle a playlist and describe what you “see” for it.

So the song was “This Is War” by Thirty Seconds To Mars and if that isn’t the most Spitz song I’ve heard-

Anyway, this song is Spitz giving up, saying F- the Camarilla and their rules, trashy life-boons and all, and going Anarch with some violence along the way as he goes to find somewhere far away from where he’s been. That being Alaska.

Describe a character by turning out their pockets.

It’d been another long, stupid meeting when Spitz finally got home. He slammed the door shut behind himself not bothering to lock it as he tore off his hoodie and threw it to the ground. Passing an end table in the hallway he paused to dig through his pockets. Keys? Check, into the bowl. Wallet? Yep, in the bowl. He’d probably need to start thinking about the next steps when he couldn’t be him any more, but he loathed the thought. Phone? Yeah, but not for the bowl. Multi-tool? Sure, that can go in the bowl. Lighter? Why not.

Sighing he shook his head as he deposited the unnecessary items into a simple wooden bowl on the table where they settled around some unopened letters. He needed to do something today, but there was nothing he could do. He needed to fight somebody.

An unlocked phone or wallet has been discovered in a diner bathroom. What’s in there, and what does it say about the owner?

The phone was found when Maria had gone into the restroom to start mopping. She’d just closed the doors for the night before coming to make it a little nicer in here. The phone on the sink had a plain black plastic case that had a series of letters scratched roughly into the back. ‘Property of Spitz’ Well, at least she had a name, useless as that was. Flipping it over, it looked unlocked as a homescreen greeted her. The wall paper was of a sled dog team sitting for a rest while someone bundled warmly in a stylish red jacket smiled broadly at the camera.

The next thing she noticed was twelve missed calls and twenty unread texts. She probably shouldn’t look, but they might help her find the owner sooner. The calls were all from a contact labeled “Prince-ass”. A lot of the texts were, with the most recent saying “If you don’t text back, you’ll be considered dead.” No wonder this person forgot their phone, it must’ve been intentional. Two other texts were from an “Ashley [motorcycle emoji]” asking about travel plans.

Great. She’d found the phone of someone trying to run away. Hopefully she wouldn’t be considered related to this, she was just closing shift today. Work was hard enough as is, she didn’t need an overbearing person badgering her about the last time she saw the phone’s owner. Well, she was snooping already, so she looked for the camera roll.

The camera roll had lots of pictures of a sled dog team, as well as several of a different dog throughout. A woman with brown hair and often a red top of some sort also featured heavily. There were several selfies with people, consistently with an attractive man in them. He often wore a red beanie, his dark brown short beard kept tight to his jaw. Though his expression was often a bit sour, he seemed happy. She recognized him from just a few hours earlier, he’d come in and nursed a cup of coffee while reading a book for three hours until just before closing. At least he’d tipped good. This must’ve been his phone.

He didn’t have a lot of apps besides the bare essentials and a couple others. Youtube, Spotify, Audible. Audible? But he’d been reading the whole time he was here. How many books does a guy need? Opening it, he was halfway through a book about… the development of consciousness? His youtube history was full of horror monster explanations and Spotify nothing but horror podcasts. Who was this guy?

A loud knock on glass startled Maria so badly she nearly dropped the phone into the mop bucket. She shut off the phone quickly and stuffed it in her back pocket. “W-We’re closed!” She shouted, grabbing her mop protectively and peering out into the hallway. She couldn’t see anything, so she crept forward until she could look around the corner into the main dining room. An imposing dark form stood in front of the door. An orange gloved fist raised and banged on the door again. She jumped back and steadied her breath. Pulling out her own phone she prepared to call the cops.

One last look at the door she saw the form sigh and drop their head covered by a bright red beanie before pulling out an index card that they tried to pass between the doors. She watched them get it half in before giving up and walking away. She waited a minute watching. When they didn’t return, she hurried to the door and grabbed the card. It was terrifying, should she call the cops first? The note read “I forgot my phone, sorry. I’ll be back tomorrow. -Spitz” Well, that’s nice. It wasn’t someone planning to rob the place. Maria breathed a sigh of relief, then jumped back as she looked up. The guy was outside the door again. He seemed startled too, backing up a step and raising his hands.

“Sorry for scaring you! I was just hoping you had my phone? I really need it.”

Maria took a deep breath to steady her nerves.

“What’s it look like?”

“Black case, my name, Spitz, scratched in the back, got a woman on a motorcycle in front of the aurora for the lock screen.”

“Yeah, I found it.”

“Great. Would you mind giving it to me? It’s a little urgent.” Spitz was talking fast, maybe a little agitated.

“Yeah, sure. Is it because your gf’s been calling all night?”

“My what-? No, that’s not my girlfriend.” Spitz sounded mad. “Just my-... just my friend.”

“Whatever.” Maria shook her head and unlocked one door to pass the phone through the small gap.

Spitz grabbed in and nodded his thanks.

“Have a good night. Stay safe.” He stated as he turned to leave.

Character Writing Exercises

I was going to make this a tagging game & include my taglist, but it's pretty involved and I don't want anyone to feel pressured to do it if it's a chore/they don't want to/it's not helpful to them.

Below are some exercises I find really, really useful for pulling brand new characters out of my ass. Barring that, they're fun to do for existing characters as well!

Paint a picture of a character by describing their bedroom while they’re not in it.

Whip up a new one right now, fall back on a tried and true OC. Or a canon character; I’m not the boss of you.

Shuffle a playlist on your music player of choice. For whichever song plays, describe what you “see” with your imagination.

For those of you who struggle to “see” imagined things, just tell me what’s goin’ on in that beautiful noodle of yours. Also, please tell me the song so I can listen to it while I read this part!

Describe a character by turning out their pockets.

what has it got in its pocketses?

An abandoned and unlocked phone (or wallet, if you wanna go back a coupla decades) has been discovered in a ratty little diner bathroom. What’s in there? What does it tell us about its owner?

Think photos, payment methods, notes, messages, Internet searches, receipts, etc. If cell phones and Waffle Houses aren't things in your character's world, pretend they are.

If you do all or some of these, please tag me because I would be overjoyed to read them!

[ccghastly]

All the named dogs from Jack London's Call of the Wild

I was looking for a list like this all over the internet and it didn't seem to exist, so I made one myself.

The Dogs

Buck: half St. Bernard half Scotch shepard, M, enduring, adaptable, determined, confident

Elmo: St. Bernard, M, huge, Buck's father

Shep: Scotch shepherd, F, Buck's mother

Toots: Japanese pug, F

Ysabel: Mexican hairless, F

Curly: Newfoundland, F, good-natured. Killed by dogs by dog fight

Spitz: M, big, snow-white, from Spitzbergen. Killed by Buck by dog fight

Dave: M, Cares for nothing but pulling, wheeler. Killed by "Scotch half-breed" by mercy gunshot for unknown internal injury

Billee: Husky, M, Brother of Joe, excessive good nature. Killed by Hal by axe for inability to stand

Joe: Husky, M, Brother of Billee, sour, introspective, perpetual snarl. Killed by drowning

Sol-leks: Husky, M, name means Angry One, old, long, lean, gaunt, battle-scarred face, blind in one eye, Cares for nothing but pulling. Killed by drowning

Pike: M, clever malingerer, thief, loafer, never pulls more than compelled to. Killed by drowning

Dub: M, awkward blunderer, always getting caught. Killed by Hal by gunshot for untreated wrenched shoulder

Dolly: Husky, F, no notable quirks. Killed by François by axe for going mad

Teek: Husky, M. Killed by drowning

Koona: Husky. Killed by overwork/Hal

Skeet: Irish setter, F, little, doctorly, Killed by drowning/Native Americans

Nig: half bloodhound half deerhound, M, huge, black fur, friendly, laughing eyes, good-natured, Killed by Native American by arrow

The Dog Teams

(I'll put an asterisk next to the dogs who's spot in the line up is canon)

François and Perrault’s Initial Team: Dave*, Buck*, Sol-leks*, Billee, Joe, Dub, Pike, Dolly, Spitz* François and Perrault’s Later Team: Dave*, Sol-leks*, Teek, Billee, Joe, Koona, Dub, Pike, Buck*

"Scotch half-breed" Initial Team: Dave*, Sol-leks*, Teek, Billee, Joe, Koona, Dub, Pike, Buck* "Scotch half-breed" Later Team: Sol-leks*, Teek, Billee, Joe, Koona, Dub, Pike, Buck*

Hal, Charles and Mercedes' Initial Team: Sol-leks, Teek, Billee, Joe, Unnamed Short-haired pointer, Unnamed Short-haired pointer, Unnamed Short-haired pointer, Unnamed Mongrel, Unnamed Mongrel, Unnamed Newfoundland, Koona, Dub, Pike, Buck* (all of the unnamed dogs were killed by overwork and underfeeding/Hal) Hal, Charles and Mercedes' Later Team: Sol-leks*, Teek, Joe, Pike*, Buck*

John Thornton's Dogs: Skeet, Nig, Buck

[graciousdragon]

The time I wrote gay fanfiction for an English project and got an A

I saw a video earlier today that reminded me of something that happened to me a few years ago, and I figured now was as good a time as any to share it. I know this is the fake story website but please trust me when I say that this is an entirely true story. This title is also 100% accurate, surprisingly, so let me elaborate

This happened when I was in 8th grade, which for context was about 4 years ago when I’m writing this. One of the books we were assigned to read in my English class that year was The Call of the Wild by Jack London. For a brief summary if you weren’t forced to read it (or you were and you forgot what it was about, which is understandable), the book is about this Saint Bernard named Buck who lives a cushy life with his wealthy owner until he is kidnapped and sold off to be a sled dog during the gold rush, where he learns to obey the humans and follow his primal instincts, eventually becoming the leader of the sled dog pack and then becoming fully wild. From what I remember, our class was assigned three projects pertaining to the book; one somewhere in the middle of the book where we had to design a poster for the fight between Buck and Spitz, one at the very end that was just your standard essay about the theme of the book or something like that, and one in-between those that I will be talking about here.

The Call of the Wild is a relatively short book at only 7 chapters. Leading up to this project, we read through every chapter except for the last one. Instead of reading the last chapter right away, we were given a project where we all had to individually write our own conclusion to the book without reading the actual last chapter. I was mildly peeved, because I just wanted to finish the book, but I figured it might be fun. If i remember correctly, there weren’t really any restrictions for what we could or couldn’t do, aside from it obviously needing to be a continuation of the book using the same characters. In the document we were given that explained the project there were some suggestions for things we could include in our chapter, one of which was bringing back previous characters who had died. My favorite character in the book was Sol-leks, a husky on Buck’s sled team with only one eye, and he got killed at the end of chapter 5 when his new incompetent owners lead him over frozen water that breaks under them and causes them to drown. I decided to bring back Sol-leks for my chapter.

Now is where that title comes in. I truly wish I could go back to my 8th grade self and figure out what the hell caused me to take this route with my chapter, because on reflection I cannot figure it out. For whatever reason, likely just for shits and giggles, I decided it would be fun to imply romantic feelings between Buck and Sol-leks. That’s right everyone, in 8th grade I wrote a gay romance subplot between two of the dogs in The Call of the Wild for a graded English assignment. It wasn’t a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it thing either, I had an entire paragraph in there dedicated to how the two spent a lot of time together and got to know each other well and had a special bond that I flat-out said was more than friendship. And I submitted it like that. Where I live, its kind of a roulette of guessing whether someone is homophobic or not, so I wasn’t sure if I might get in trouble for my gay dog story, but I knew if any teacher or faculty member tried to give me shit for it then I would 100% be going to bat for my little Buck x Sol-leks fanfic. Fortunately, I never got in any trouble, and my teacher gave me an A. (if i remember correctly it was a 96 or 97% out of 100) I believe the teacher may have also left comments on it when she graded it, but I don’t remember what they were if there were any. Which leads me to the sad part of this story.

I can’t find the original writing.

I don’t have it saved anywhere, and my school email account I wrote it with is long gone now. Even when I still had access to it, for some reason I was unable to find it in my Google Drive. I couldn’t even find the instruction document or the grading rubric. Not having access to this writing piece is truly one of the worst regrets of my life. I would give almost anything to have it back. I’m genuinely sad I don’t have it anymore. Fortunately, I still remember how it went, so I’ll give you all an abridged version of it here.

For context, in the chapter before this, Buck’s new owner John Thornton had made a bet with a man named Matthewson in a bar that Buck could pull a 1,000 pound sled for 100 yards. Buck succeeded and Thornton won the bet, but Matthewson offered a large sum to buy Buck that Thornton refused.

My chapter began with Buck, Thornton, and Thornton’s other dogs traveling through a wooded area when Buck heard a familiar whimpering. Buck followed the sound to find Sol-leks, cold and alone in the forest. My explanation for how he survived was that he was able to get out of the water and got lost in the woods. Thornton took Sol-leks in to nurse him back to health like he had with Buck, noticing that Sol-leks was one of the other dogs on Buck’s team when Thornton first found him. Over this time when Sol-leks was recovering he and Buck became very close, which is where that previously mentioned paragraph insinuating that they were falling in love comes in. When Sol-leks was healthy again, he joined Thornton’s sled dog team and they continued traveling. However, one night while they were camped outside, Matthewson tracked them down and, still bitter about losing the bet and not being able to buy Buck, planned to steal Buck instead. Buck was captured by Matthewson, but before he could get away, Sol-leks realized he was there trying to steal Buck and attacked him. Buck got free and watched for a moment, thankful that Sol-leks cared so much for him that he would put himself in harm’s way to save him, before Buck joined in on the fight. I don’t remember if they killed Matthewson or just drove him away, but they were able to continue their journey together.

And that’s how it ended. For the most part this story really only exists in my memories, but there are fortunately two things to prove this thing was real and not just a weird fever dream I had that got confused with reality. First is the memories from my friends who also went to middle school with me and remember doing the project themselves. The other one is this page in my sketchbook from 8th grade, in which I drew my own designs of Buck and Sol-leks. The drawing on the bottom was directly based on a scene in my story.

(For some reason its not letting me put the picture in this post, I’m going to post this as-is and reblog it with the picture)

Will I ever revisit this idea again? Maybe. If I have the time someday and the urge strikes me I won’t rule out the potential of me doing something with it. Do I think Buck x Sol-leks is a good ship? I don’t know. I haven’t read the original book in years, so maybe if I went back and read it with fresh eyes I would think differently. Sorry if there are any die-hard The Call of the Wild fans out there who were just scarred by my potentially horrid misinterpretations of these characters.

Also, the song I associated with the ship was The Sharpest Lives by My Chemical Romance.

[mist-and-mystery]

The Call of the Wild character redesigns? It’s more likely than you think.

(Buck/Spitz/Dave/Sol-Leks/Curly, more on the way.)

[justaloreaddict]

"Pfffff, I'll be fine." Spitz waved dismissively. "I'm not even in torpor, and that wouldn't be the first time either." He laughed, not helping the situation of his tattered intestinal tract.

"Not the first time?" Ashley looked at him, appalled and curious.

Spitz sat up a little, trying to put the insides back where the belonged.

"Yeah. First time, this guy hit me with a truck." He said it so casually, like it could happen to anyone. "On purpose too, pedal to the metal and all that. My brother in law, who was also in the truck, said he must've been going 210 or more at impact." Spitz took off the remains of his shirt and finished tearing it into strips to bind his gut. His tone remained completely conversational as he continued "Never liked that guy honestly, he was weird. I mean weird, even for vampires. Not Malkavian weird either, a scheming weird. But anyway. Yeah. First time in topor, hit by a truck going 210 plus in the snowy backroads of good old Alaska at 2 in the morning while fighting my sire to the death. This is a walk in the park."

"Spitz you fought a moose."

"He had it coming. And clearly, I one by his forfeit."

"It walked away."

"Didn't finish the job." Spitz paused his impromptu binding to tap the side of his head with a finger. "So he forfeit. I win."

"You're crazy." Ashley shook her head, giggling. "I like that."

"So you admit it!" Spitz grinned. "Tarry owes me ten bucks!" He looked down and tied off the last piece. "Now I will need help standing up."

Ashley stood suddenly, letting him fall onto his back.

"You're strong. You can walk." She stated, turning and walking to her motorcycle. She did smile though. It'd been a while since she had a good friend.

Person A: "Hey~"

Person B: "Please don't try to flirt with me while your organs are falling out of you."

[learninsta]

Call of the Wild Chapter 4 Summary

Call of the Wild Chapter 4 Summary

We have decided to create the most comprehensive English Summary that will help students with learning and understanding.

Call of the Wild Chapter 4 Summary

The next morning, Francois discovers Spitz missing and Buck covered with wounds. As the dogs are about to be harnessed, Buck trots up to spot that Spitz occupied. Francois brings Sol-leks to the position of leader instead. Buck is furious and…

[justaloreaddict]

More vampire nonsense, this time revolving around a tiny hopefully eventually series of my PCs meeting up on various occasions.

And art, because this idea started with a meme

“...-and that was just within the last year.” Spitz rubbed his face harshly. “I long for the sweet embrace of eternal death.”

“That’s rough buddy.” Cody stated, at a loss for words. He eyed the older looking vampire from the side, a bit put off by the flurry of un-life story he’d been given just from asking how the evening was going. A woman suddenly plopped down next to the Alaskan, dropping a black motorcycle helmet on the counter heavily.

“Evening boys! How’s this lovely twilight finding you?”

“Oh hey Ashley! Back in town?” Cody leapt at the opportunity to change the conversation.

“Yep! Well, still in town really. Been running all over SoCal this last month, real busy down here.” She ran a hand through her short brown hair, smoothing it a bit as she combed the asymmetric part out of her face. “Finally had a chance to kick up my feet for the night. What’ve you been up to? How’s Ashy?” Ashley unzipped her dark red cycling jacket to reveal a white shirt underneath.

“Not much. Been helping the boss, running a couple errands of my own here and there. Ashy’s doing great, as good a girl as ever.” Cody grinned.

“Ashy?” Spitz cut in.

“Yeah, Soot Snout, my famulus.”

“Ah.” Spitz sat away again. The Alaskan had a red beanie covering all his hair, and wore a black shirt with a white drawing of a cat in a pointy hat on it.

“So what brings you here tonight?” Ashley turned to Spitz.

“Reprieve from responsibilities for a night.” Spitz sighed. “Feels like the first time in ages I don’t have a Prince breathing down my neck.” He grumbled.

“Oh? Who’s your Prince?” Ashley perked up. She was always looking to grow her web of elites.

“The only one in Alaska.” Spitz shrugged.

“Alaska? I thought that was only Anarch and werewolves.”

“It almost is. There’s a small batch of Camarilla though, and they’re- we're pretty civil with the Anarchs.” He growled the last part.

“And this is your first time without the Prince?” Ashley pressed.

“No, but it is my first time out of Alaska since being embraced.”

“Ah, I see.” Ashley nodded, then turned back to Cody. “Speaking of which, I’m heading back to NY tomorrow.”

“Stinks you can’t stay longer.” Cody frowned.

“Yeah, but I gotta see Johnathan again and Gem said she’d be passing through New Orleans next week so the sooner I leave the better.”

“I gotcha. And tell Gem Ashy and I say “hi” will you? She sounds cool.”

“Of course! I’ll even tell her to stop by if she can. Maybe you and her can talk your boss into letting her put a mural up in the alley.” Ashley laughed.

The conversation paused as Cody excused himself to help another customer, a mortal by the looks of things.

“So what do you do?” Spitz asked Ashley.

“I’m the Messenger.” Ashley stated proudly. “ I personally ship a variety of goods with extreme accuracy and 100% satisfaction rate.”

“Oh that’s cool. Must be nice, all the traveling.” Spitz noted.

“Yeah…” Ashley seemed saddened. “But sometimes it means I have to be away from Johnathan for a while.” She sighed wistfully. “At least I’m heading home tomorrow, so I’ll get to see him soon."

Spitz paused, gauging his next question, but was mercifully interrupted by Cody’s return.

Bonus Ashley and Ashy:

Pt 1/?

[justaloreaddict]

Rapid fire Vampires, let's go!

Spitz Sol-leks, my first vampire. A Bruha, newly embraced. Made him for a game set in Alaska and I couldn't think of any names other than the two dogs in Call of the Wild I disliked the most, so I just made them his names. Made his sister have a funky name too, and blamed their parents of course. One of my other party members was his brother in law through his sister. Poor Spitz has had a hard embrace, being an accidental masquerade breach and then his sire booking it into Anarch country right after giving him the key to a safe house. Then he had three months to find his sire and take his place as the Bruha leader of the Alaskan Camarilla but that was a bust when his sire was found to have been sired by an abomination. So instead he was given a pardon and owes a life boon to the Alaskan Prince and he is sick and tired of having no control over his life.

Ashley Trueheart, a Ravnos embraced during the Great Depression. She has made a life for herself owing boons to almost any vampire with weight in North America and happily keeping herself bound to a Prince. The reason being, with her motorcycle and knowledge of the open roads she has made herself an invaluable asset of a messenger for the elites, calls all across the continent keeping her just ahead of her clan curse. She has a good relationship with her sire, Jillian "Gem" Alcott, and the two love to catch up a bit whenever they find themselves in the same area. She has a raven Famulus named Inkblot. Her last name is a Dick Tracy reference, but I bet that's flown under the radar.

Finally Cody Rohan and Soot Snout, a Gangrel young man and his beloved Anatolian Shepherd Famulus. When he was embraced Cody's sire helped him get a job at an Elysium-like place since he'd already had experience as a bartender and was afraid to go back to work there. Before being embraced, Cody was struggling with a controlling father and now that he is free, he isn't going to let anyone turn him into a doormat. He won't let that happen to other people either. His dog, more lovingly called Ashy, was his from the get-go and he refused to leave her behind.

Sooo... yea

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Ashley, absolutely covered in blood, looked over at Spitz with a look that can only be described as "Are you insane?".

"I'm sorry?!?" She scoffed, letting the hiker she'd been draining flop limply in her grasp.

Spitz's face instantly dropped, aghast.

"Did I say that out loud...?"

"Yes, you idiot." Ashley chuckled.

"I'm going to go step into the sun now." Spitz turned and started walking away.

"Sunrise isn't for another six hours!" Ashley called after him, but he kept walking.

He continued to ignore her shouts, prompting her to drop the hiker and chase after him.

"You're so hot when you're hungry."

[justaloreaddict]

Vibing to Burn the City by No Resolve and now suddenly I want to pull out my Bruha lad and write some chaos.

[justaloreaddict]

Spitz, having a deep philosophical moment: You ever think-

Ashley, immediately: I have never had a thought in my life.

[justaloreaddict]

Thinking about Spit's embrace because my brain has fixated again and I realized. From the moment he died until the end of the two-shot, Spitz had done nothing but run. He came to after his embrace running, running fast, unbelievably fast, into a brick wall with no clue what'd just happened. He then spent the next three weeks running to catch up with his now Tremere brother in law who had been given a much more informative information packet after his turning, and three months running to catch his sire before it was his own neck on the line. And when he finally caught up to his unwilling prey and found themselves in a similar boat, all he wanted to do was stop running. But no, circumstances out of his control meant not only was his goal unfulfillable, but rather than kill him the Prince made him her runner.

[feral-ttrpg-sounds]

Most of the first actual play session was our characters being turned. We started out in a bar after work hours towards the end of the fishing season.

A strange woman approached us both, and said we'd "fit in at her place of business", leaving us both calling cards. Spitz was generally opposed to the concept, wasn't picking up what she was putting down, but Johnathan was.

Leaving the bar for the night, Spitz was walking down the street to his car when he clocked a teen sized hoodie wearing figure nearby. Grabbing his keys in case of an altercation, he kept walking with a quicker pace. The figure also picked up pace and suddenly burst into a run. Just as he spun round, the figure was right behind him, moving way too fast, and then suddenly he was running too somehow.

Running fast, much too fast, with no clue how he escaped the kid or where he was going but that he had to run. Unfortunately he had no breaks either, and ran directly into a brick wall.

As he was coming too from that jarring hit, the kid caught up to him. Amongst a ton of shakey apologies the kid tore a key off a keychain he had, said it was for a "safe place", and ran off. With nothing else to do, Spitz wandered in a daze to the apartment and passed out on the couch.

Meanwhile, Johnathan followed the address card and wound up at a strange club where he was invited into the back and given a whole offer about attaining generations of knowledge, which he accepted and was after embracing given a whole information packet on vampires and feeding and stuff, which was interrupted by a phone call about a masquerade violation.

Spitz was startled awake by a woman barging into the room in no small way upset. She explained she was looking for her nephew and how he had to come with her, saying lots of things like "sire" and "embrace" and expecting him to understand but it went right over his head. He followed her in a daze as she continued to spew nonsense words and drive him to the nearby college, where they went to a lecture hall. Up the way was another group of people coming from the opposite direction, and Johnathan was with them! He waved, still in a daze but happy to see a familiar face.

Cut to Johnathan, who has had the masquerade explained to him and knows the purpose of this meeting and typical outcome, seeing his brother in law waving from down the hall with blood absolutely soaking the left side of his shirt.

And back to Spitz, who hasn't looked in a mirror all evening, and sees Johnathan go pale. He asks Johnathan if he knows what's going on, as all the woman has given him is a whole lot of words that mean nothing, but they're pushed apart and inside before Johnathan can give a real answer.

Aaaaaand cutting through some Vampire Politics, Spitz is given a 3 month head start on locating and diablarizing [spelling?] his sire before it becomes a full call. They only spared him because up until his embrace, his sire was the only Camarilla Bruha in Alaska.

Spitz Sol-leks was a Bruha vampire I made for a two-shot of Vampire:The Masquerade v5. The game was set in modern day Alaska, and I knew absolute zilch about any World of Darkness lore [still pretty in the dark]. I picked a clan that was pretty basic in powers/style and just jumped in. I even named him after my two least favorite dogs from Call of the Wild because I blanked on names.

He worked a 9-5 at a fish processing plant, and had a fairly nice house, but lived alone most the year and didn't have any serious relationships.

The other player character was Spitz's brother in law after marrying Spitz's sister in the States. They had a home there, and only spent half the year in Alaska working on fishing boats to earn money. He was a former school teacher, and got into the fish business because of Spitz. He stayed with Spitz when possible during the fishing season. He became a Tremere.

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Vampires part 2/???

Spitz sat in a knee-height snowdrift next to Ashley's cabin, watching the sky. She'd had to come up to visit and his Prince had let her rent the cabin outside of town for a week. He wasn't sure why he'd come out here to see her, why he'd woken up early and then walked the whole way.

Sitting in the snow was nice. It was comforting, weirdly. The cold he couldn't rightly feel, but being aware there was a presence of form all around him. And the stars were so bright tonight.

Hearing the door open and shut, Spitz waited a few moments before speaking.

"What a beautiful night."

Ashley, who had been passing him just then, jumped almost a mile high. Spitz didn't flinch. When she recovered her feet she glared at him.

"What are you doing?!?" She demanded.

She was dressed convincingly warmly today, a stylish snow jacket zipped to her chin and various other warm accessories. He probably should have put some effort in as well, people would find it really strange to see him walking around in the snow with little more than fishing waders, a t-shirt, and a beanie. Not to mention he could still technically freeze up like an ice pop. Eh, he'd made his choice.

"Waiting." He stated simply, looking up at her.

"For what?" Ashley asked, confused.

"I don't know. Something. Something maybe good, maybe bad, maybe both. Just... something." Spitz looked at the sky again.

"Oh. ... Can I wait with you?" She asked softly.

"Sure. I'll have to go soon though." He kept watching the stars.

"That's my line." Ashley said lightheartedly, taking a seat on the cleared path. "Why?"

"I don't like waiting."

"Is that a Bruha thing or...?"

"It's a... me-thing, I think." Spitz shrugged. "Never did like being idle. Having all the time in the world isn't an excuse to waste away. And I can't help but feel I'm still on a timer." He sighed. "But you don't need this moment soured. The stars are out and the moon will be back tomorrow. Might even see the aurora."

They sat in silence for a minute.

"I should probably head back. I think there's supposed to be a meeting tonight." Spitz stood and brushed snow off himself.

"Oh right, I was getting ready to go there!" Ashley shot up. "Do you need a ride?"

"No." Spitz shook his head. "I've got a reputation to keep. I'll walk."

Ashley frowned.

"At least take a jacket, I've got a hoodie I can-"

"It's fine." He cut her off. "I've got one. Just didn't feel like wearing it right now." He untied it from his waist inside his overalls. "See?"

"Fine..." She muttered, displeased.

"Look, I'll see you there." Spitz stared to pull on the hoodie. "Don't wait for me. I won't be too late."

With his hoodie situated, he started down the road. A couple minutes later a motorcycle raced past him, kicking up snow and ice from the chains. Guesstimating from getting here, he'd only be an hour late. Which was just as well, he needed the silence.

A howl in the distance made him shudder and struggle not to pick up his pace. He knew what lurked out there more than anyone, and dreaded a second encounter. Likely one he wouldn't have any chance of surviving.

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Hhhhhhhhhh

A character blasting "Careless" by NEFFEX in their earbuds while they throw their life away tearing down everything they can