Боюсь тебя расстроить, но так не любимая тобой вторая редакция в Players Guide to the Sabbat призывает игроков не привязываться к персам и не прописывать их, а генерировать просто образы,чтобы менять "коней на переправах". Т.е. за одну Хронику Крестового Похода можно потерять десяток персов.
За смертных в нмт вообще можно только набросок сделать. Зачем огромная квента в доме с призраками и зачем писать огромные квенты. Концепты и готовые персонажи в кланбуках и прочих книгах всего на лист.
Molly Wright
Quote: “He’s lying. He knows he’s lying. He knows I know he’s lying. And now he knows
I know he’s scared.”
Virtue:Molly sees the darkness inherent in the Requiem, the hopeless bacchanal
that results in this age of paranoia and fear, but retains Hopeand feels that through the
work of the Order the curses of the Kindred state can be overcome.
Vice:Molly may not admit it to herself, but she’s always been jealous of the cool kids.
Now everyone’s cooler than her, from her betters among the Order to the city elders. Even
some of her coterie mates have a better sense of style or have joined covenants that focus
on wealth and power rather than bettering the world. She keeps her bitter Envyin check
most of the time, though.
Background:Molly grew up in a sleepy New England town, where she festered in
quiet frustration towards the morally lax and self-obsessed behavior of her parents. She
threw herself into her studies and excelled in school, transforming her scholarship to
the University of Chicago into an escape vessel from a life of silent stagnation.
The college experience awakened her, exposing her to a new life of the mind
invested in politics, literature and philosophical theories that combined both. She
drew positive attention from her professors even as a freshman, and several began
to groom her for graduate school. Unfortunately, one of those professors was a
slave in service to a darker fraternity, and he introduced Molly to the man who
would become first her patron, then her sire.
Molly has the utmost respect for her sire and Mentor, Arthur Longshanks. He taught
her much of what she knows, both about the Kindred condition and the kine, but her
Embrace robbed her of something that she has yet to find a way to replace. Longshanks
diverts her questing attentions into the Great Work of the Order, but she may still turn
against him with time. Until then, he remains Castellan, a position that puts him in
charge of the upkeep of the Order’s libraries and laboratories, and she remains his
Clerk and willing assistant.
Description:Tall, thin and lanky, Molly would seem the scarecrow were it not for
her tendency to wear bulky clothing, especially during the winter months. Her style
owes a little to the goth subculture, as she combines black denim jeans with a black
t-shirt emblazoned with an image of The Smiths or The Cure. Over that she wears a
thick, heavy coat of dull brown with a tall collar she often wears flipped up against
the sides of her pale neck. Snow boots, gloves and a ratty old scarf complete the
ensemble, ensuring that the bare minimum of her physical form is visible to those
she comes in contact with.
Molly has long, wavy hair of a dark auburn, and her pale green irises are ringed
with brown. She wore glasses before the Embrace, and occasionally affects them
when interacting with her peers among the Order of the Dragon. They tend to take
her more seriously when she wears them, even if the prescription lenses have been
replaced with regular plastic.
Roleplaying Hints: You tend towards a taciturn contemplativeness when
faced with a problem to puzzle out; given the active state of your mind, you often
lapse into this silence. When you make up your mind to pursue a course of action,
however, you become more resolute and demanding. Neither attitude ingratiates
you to others, so many people find you unpleasant, especially upon first meeting
you. Your sire has pointed out your inadequacies in this regard and encourages
you to play to your strengths, which, he assures you, include a certain penchant for
manipulating others.
The Others: You suspect that the others will spend eternity chasing their own
tails, unwilling to take that small step necessary to become something more. Yet they
undeniably make your life better. Harold provides a place to sleep (and an endless parade
of sermons), Robyn a sympathetic ear and Darryl a mind almost as sharp as your own to
bounce ideas off of. You find Kenneth unpleasant in the extreme, but his backing gets
you into clubs and backrooms you simply wouldn’t have access to otherwise.
Favorite Song:“Love Will Tear Us Apart,” Joy Division
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Тема: Джунгли Короля Обезьян (Прочитано 154974 раз)