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 Travis' character, Eliot.
Eliot Alister Virtue: Hope Chronicle: Text WoDAge: Vice: Envy Faction:Player: Travis Concept: Hood Rat/Thief Group Name:AttributesIntelligence: •• Strength: • Presence: •Wits: •••• Dexterity: ••• Manipulation: •••Resolve: •• Stamina: ••• Composure: ••SkillsMental (-3 unskilled) Physical (-1 unskilled) Social (-1 unskilled)Academics • Athletics • Animal KenComputer Brawl •• EmpathyCrafts •• Drive • Expression •Investigation • Firearms Intimidation ••Medicine Larceny •• PersuasionOccult Stealth •• Socialize •Politics Survival • Streetwise ••Science Weaponry •• Subterfuge •Other TraitsMerits Health WillpowerDanger Sense •• • • • • • • • • • • • •Disarm •• [X][X][][][][][][] [][][][]Fast Reflexes ••Fleet of Foot •Flaws Morality• • • • • • •Size: 5 Speed: 11 Defense: 3Armor: Initiative Mod: 5 Experience: 5/0/5Weapon/Attack Dice Mod. Range Clip SizeEquipment Durability Structure Size CostBackground: Eliot is a hood rat who grew up stealing everything he had and providing for his family that way, with the hope that he will make a better life for his 11 year old brother, Sam.
-Sam Alister, 11 year old brother
Tie: I hadn't thought of a tie for Eliot yet, though I had just become aware of Geist and had a few other ideas connected to ghosts/spirits, seeing how his dad might die.
ST: Summer
is always tough for you, school feeds your brother [OOC: does he have a name?]
and it's not always easy for you to hustle up food or money for it. It's gonna
be time for him to wanna eat, soon, though, and hunger pains are getting the
best of you, too.
Heading
out for the day, your mind begins to churn over your options at scoring a quick
buck...
Eliot: [Sam age:11]
after sending Sam off
to school I dig through my parents wallets to see if they had any money that
they hadent already spent on themselves. They had none like always. I head out
trying to find food or money for dinner. I walk down the street and see the
local bar to try to get someone with money to put some on a pool game. Or if
anything else pick someone pocket. Anything for a meal for Sam.
it is summer time so
other than sending Sam to school I left him at the house to fend for himself
for the day
ST: it takes
a bit of trash talking, but you finally get a non-regular riled enough to slap
down $20 on the game, which you take easily. The guy either had been drinking a
while, had never played pool, or you had him riled enough to throw his
concentration.
At any
rate, you collect Andrew Jackson with a smug grin
Eliot: after collecting the money I decided that sam was
probably pritty hungry by now so I walk outside and start walking to a fast
food place to pick up some quick burgers before going home.
ST:
everything goes smoothly and you feel pretty good about feeding your brother.
Your parents try, but living in the city and raising kids drains all their
money. You guys always have a roof over your head, though
When you
get home, Sam is on the couch with a comic book your mom brought home for him
that someone had left at their table at the diner. Dad is sitting at the table,
figuring up bills, he keeps rubbing his mouth and chin, not a good sign
Eliot: sitting next to Sam I asked him what he did that was
constructive today he tells me that he went to a friens house to do drugh
(smart ass) looking at dad I see that he is still looking at the check book
like if he staired at it long enough somthing would change. So I went on ahead
and asked (is there something wrong?) that's when he tells me (well if we don't
get $500 in three days we will be living on the streets for a few weeks til
next payday.) (me: is there anything I can do to help?) (dad: ya shit a gold
nugget.) feeling useless I grab up my brothers comic and take it to my room to
pass some time before I fall asleep
ST: a few
minutes later, you hear a chair squeak across the floor, then the muffled
sounds of your dad talking to your brother before the door opens and closes
Eliot: I walk into the living room to see a worried look on my
brothers face. (were did dad go) he tells me that he was pissed that the land
lord wouldent give us an extintion on the rent so he went to go have a talk
with him. Knowing how my dad gets when he is mad I thought (better get down
there before things get out of hand( on my way down to the land lords apartment
I herd shouting and a grunt of pain. I burst into the door to see my land lord
standing over my dads body. I look down to see if he was ok and thank god he
was still breathing. ( what did you do). (land lord: you better get your dad
out of here before I finish what he started) in blind rage I stand up and start
swinging
ST: your dad looks pretty
wrecked, but you don't really take the time to think about why until after you
miss your initial flurry and feel the sharp pain as the landlord's knife sinks
into your skin before he shouts "I said get the hell out! Take your
worthless father, too! You have an hour to pack your shit and get the fuck out
of my tenements!" [OOC: you've taken 2 lethal damage (lethal doesn't mean
you'll die from it, necessarily, just it's more serious than bashing) and your
dad is cut up bad and bleeding. You can continue the scene however you wish]
Eliot: I grab my dad even though he complains that he will be
fine half carry half drag him to the er. Once we got there they tell me that I
need to get looked at to so they lay me in the bed next to my dad for a day to
recover (at least it's a place to sleep tonight) I sweet talk the nurse to let
my mom and brother stay with us in are room but it will only last till my dad
gets better or worse. Only thing to do now is Waite and see. [sorry it took so
long to get this sent. I want to play but I keep forgetting about it.]
ST: the
attending nurse takes offense at your sweet-talking and boots your mom and
brother out of the room, pushing your brother a little when he goes to hug you
and your dad, then telling them they'll have to stay in the waiting area ifthey
wish to stick around. You also realize, due to listening to doctors, etc., that
your dad is pretty much on death's door, though, as always, has a brave face on
for everyone else's benefit
As much as I tried, this was all I could get from Travis. I did find his willingness to narrate other characters to be exciting, as it gave me things to work on.
