Between March and May of last year, I had been bouncing the idea off
some friends of playing a game separate from our table ventures via
e-mail, IM, or text. The response I got was fairly positive, so in
mid-May, we worked out that we would try to have a game via text, and I
hashed out some quick rules and details after deciding on the new World
of Darkness.
Our Chronicle took place in Chicago, and though we didn't make it too
far into the game, I found it fun and the game actually ran for almost a
year, and could have been longer if not for an extremely long hiatus
breaking focus amongst the players.
In this series, I will be posting the character sheet and logs for one
PC per post. Along with the character sheet, I will give the background
info submitted by the player, as well as various notes from me,
including their "tie" to the supernatural, explaining where I wanted to
take the game with them. The ties were all made early on, and I'm not
100% sure that's where I would have gone with them as the game
progressed.
The logs and character sheet are presented as-is, with typos, etc. Player text is default color.
This one is for Angela's character, Maxine "Max" Williams.
"Max"ine
Williams Virtue: Justice Chronicle: Text
WoD
Age: 30 Vice: Wrath Faction:
Player: Angela Concept: Doc/Serial
Killer Group Name:
Attributes
Intelligence: •••• Strength: •• Presence: •
Wits: ••• Dexterity:
•• Manipulation:
••
Resolve: • Stamina: ••• Composure: •••
Skills
Mental (-3 unskilled) Physical (-1 unskilled) Social (-1 unskilled)
Academics • Athletics •• Animal
Ken •
Computer • Brawl •• Empathy
Crafts Drive Expression
Investigation • Firearms • Intimidation
Medicine ••• Larceny •• Persuasion •
Occult Stealth
••• Socialize
Politics Survival Streetwise
Science • Weaponry • Subterfuge
••
Other
Traits
Merits Health Willpower
Resources ••• • • • • • • • • • • •
Status •• [][][][][][][] [][][][]
Strong Back •
Fighting Style: Kung
Fu •
Flaws Morality
Aloof • • •
• • • •
Behavior Blind
Embarrassing Secret
Size: 5 Speed: 9 Defense:
2
Armor: Initiative
Mod: 5 Experience: 8/0/8
Weapon/Attack Dice Mod. Range Clip Size
Equipment Durability Structure Size Cost
Background: She's still a serial
killer, but her career is a surgeon. It pays the bills, plus gave her the
knowledge to help get rid of bodies. She works in the ER some also. She doesn't
kill very often: probably 2-4 times a year. It's always an abusive male. Her
father was abusive. He killed her mother and almost killed her. She killed him
first. He went down the stairs. Police believe he fell on his own. He was
drunk.
She has a house outside the city,
with a big back yard and a some woods that she owns behind the house. Only she
has her property fenced in: privacy fence. She also has a good size "work
shed," and a smallish chicken coop for eggs and chickens. Owns 4-5 outside
dogs. She likes dogs.
Maxine uses tranquilizers to knock
out her victims, then takes them back to her "work shed" to do the
deed. Has no interest in listening to her victims, so she tapes mouths shut and
ties them up til they wake, explains to them why they are being
"punished," then strangles them with cord.
(Oddly) cleans her kills much as she
would a game animal, drains the blood, grinds the bones, and feeds the meat to
her dogs.
Has killed 33 people, including her
father. Doesn't keep souveniers from her kills, but does return to the
families, to make sure they are happier without their abusive men.
Tie: Slasher (Hunter), Max has drawn the attention of one of the "true" serial killers in the world; one gifted with inhuman abilities, and he might propose a game, or he might decide he doesn't need competition.
Logs
ST: Sterility.
There was comfort in the smell of clean. It took quite a bit of restraint to
keep just enough blood to makie it look like a chicken or something bit the
dust in the shed to provide dinner. Just enough to allay suspicion, one can
never be too careful.
Especially
after the last one. He fought back. No, SHE fought for his life...after what he
had done to her! She had come ot the ER 4 times.
One of the
dogs whines outside, he's been doing that every evening about this time.
Max: I looked down at the blood that was left on the table.
Then again, I should probably clean it all up. A surgeon does like a clean work
station after all. And I am no exception. However, my dog does have me a bit distracted. I don't know what has been bothering him, so think I'll go check on
old Zach.
ST: you step out to see him pacing the edge of the yard, near an overgrown fenceline. As has been usual for Zach, the past couple of days, he just paces, looks, and whines. Usually, it's nothing, but this time, you see something by the brush
Max: [Ok. Is it inside the fenceline or outside?]
[And also, is it day or night? I assume night.]
ST: [OOC:
outside. Something small, purple or red, maybe. hard to tell in this light.
Night, yeah]
Max: I step back inside the shed for a moment to grab a
flashlight and when I step out again I shine the light in that direction,
trying to get a better look at what it is.
ST: upon
closer inspection, you see that it's an old blue shop rag with a
still-glistening smear of something that at first looks like oil, but as the
light hits it just right, you see that it is red, but darker than transmission
fluid
Max: I step into the she once again to grab a rubber glove and
put it on. I also grab a plastic bag. With the glove, flashlight, and bag I
head through the gate and around the fence to collect the rag. I don't know
where it came from. It can't be one of mine, as I use white rags which I
destroy after. Also, it still looked wet. In any case, I don't need it outside
my fence and I need to make sure it is what I think it is...blood.
ST: when you
recover the towel, you find it to have been used countless times to wipe away
grease and oil, and the viscosity of the red liquid tells you that it is,
indeed, blood
Max: I take the rag back to my shed, where I will finish
cleaning up any mess left over. I then I will destroy the rag along with my
other cleaning supplies, in the small furnace I have in the shed. I would like
to know where that blood came from, who it belonged to, or how it ended up at
my fence. But short of taking the rg to the hospital or police station, I
probably won't find out. I may do some looking around in the woods tomorrow
before work. But for now, I think it's time to give my dogs a treat and go to
bed.
ST: the rag's
mysterious origins, and more whining from your dogs for a few minutes after you
go in makes unwinding hard, so you go to sleep later than you like, though you
sleep soundly enough. The day breaks without another incident, and though you
have many questions on your mind, you remind yourself that you work the ER
graveyard tonight
Max: [OOC: I am assuming that I am not in office
today since you only said that I am working the ER.] I get up when the alarm
goes off, about 6am, and I get dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. Then I go to the
kitchen to make a quick breakfast before heading out to check the woods. I am
planning to take Zach on a leash, since he seemed to be the most sensitive to
it, and start where I found the rag. I put on a jacket before I walk out
ST: as you
walk out along your fenceline and into the woods, you see that a well-worn path
has been made, but over what span of time is impossible to tell. Zach nervously
paces at first before pressing against you, obviously not wanting you to go
further
Max: I bend down to pet and hopefully comfort Zach a little.
"It's ok, Zach. No need to be scared."
When I stand back up I try to urge him to cme along with
me. I would like to know where this path leads and maybe find out who made it.
I don't like the idea that someone may be watching me.
ST: the dog
relents after a few moments, and seems to pick up ascent, though still raising
up and whining occasionally. After a short while, you come out on the far end
of your property and onto a lead-off [OOC: one of those odd driveways to
nowhere that the highway department makes] that abuts a county road. Signs of a
heavy vehicle, possibly a truck, having pulled in multiple times is apparent
ST: [OOC: I
never got a game text from you last night, if you sent one]
Max: At this, I am done moving forward for the moment. I don't
know if I'll find anything today if I continue. I head back to the house. After
I get there I take a shower and get ready to leave the house for a bit. I want
to see how good a trail camera I can find.
ST: your
shopping outing leads you to the Cabelas in Hammond, Indiana, a relatively
short drive from where you live, south of Harvey. The associate helping you
tries to push more expensive models on you, but the placard next to a Bushnell
model reads as having all the features you need, an extended warranty, and a
1-year battery life, all for about $150 cheaper.
[OOC: 8 MP
full-color, day/night sensor, adjustable res, programmable trigger speed,
multi-image mode, field-scan time lapse, video, 32GB memory, SD compatible]
He admits
to not knowing anything about remote feeds to PC or remote uploads, if asked
Max: After buying what I need I go back to the house. Not
knowing how long it will take to set up, I will wait until another day to
install it. The rest of the day I will spend taking care of my dogs and
chickens, and hopefully have time to get a nap in before my shift tonight.
ST: you wake
up for the graveyard ER shift, mentally preparing yourself for the traumas of
the Second City.
As you
exit your house door and fumble with your keys, you look down, seeing the tread
of a medium-sized men's workboot impressed in the dirt
Max: Now I'm wondering how someone got inside my fence without
alerting my dogs. They aren't big fans of strangers, especially if I'm not with
the person. I am going to take the time to check on my dogs, as well as check
the outside of my shed and house to see if anything else has been disturbed.
ST: after a
thorough look-over, you determine that the dogs are fine and other than some
odd scrapes on your shed’s outer walls and the window box outside your kitchen,
nothing has been disturbed
Max: I am glad that my dogs are okay, though I am still not
too happy about the fact that it looks like someone has been watching me. In
any case, I have to leave for work now or else I will be late.
[I want to go to work!]
ST: as soon as you arrive, you're shoved into an operating room, trying to save the life of a teenager that had been struck by the L. The injuries are possibly fatal, but this is what you're trained for, and the operation goes much better than anyone expected.
The elation soon subsides in you when you see a familiar face...a 20-something you had treated before being pushed on a gurney to a waiting op. She has what appears to be a deep laceration on her chest, and bruises are darkening on her neck and face
Next up, Jason.
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