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[IoD] Characters
Mar. 5th, 2010 01:24 pmI have a few characters, well more than a few across all the venues. And I'm thinking of maybe not having so many.
The ones I'm truly thinking of dropping are my Mortals characters which dismays me for a number of reasons, but I don't get to play them, and there's no real place for Spook in the chronicle any more. I've also been finding it increasingly hard to play him of late when I have had the chance to.
The other characters I'm contemplating dropping are Just Tom - one of my Requiem secondaries, Ben - my other Requiem secondary and Tim - one of my Lost secondaries. Just Tom is an interesting character, but he's not got a lot to do. Much the same with Tim. The main problem with them is that I came up with the idea, and the sheet and then didn't actually put much thought into their goals, or aspirations. It's made things a bit.. lacking. Tim is getting to be a more interesting character, as he finds things to do, but I have other reasons for potentially retiring him as well. Just Tom is crazy (but not like Spook was) and that's a bit fun to play, but the lack of things to do is definitely affecting my enjoyment of playing him. Ben on the other hand has goals, but no drive and nothing really to do at games. Being a ghoul, Ben doesn't have a lot to do at court and that makes things less interesting for me.
So, supposing I remove the aforementioned characters from my repertoire, who does it leave me with?
Requiem
William - Daeva Lancea Sanctum Mendicant/Painter - who I can't play locally
Forsaken
Nathan - Elodoth Blood Talon Cop
Awakening
Henderson - Obrimos Free Council Student - also see![[livejournal.com profile]](http://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
henderson_ic
Taliesin (Tal) - Proximus Musician
Lost
Laine - Wizened Chatelaine Courtless Hotellier
Jerusalem - Fairest Dancer/Manikin Autumn Lord and Businessman - Glasgow (closed games)
Created
Rocker - Wretched Cuprum Musician/Biker
Jamie - Ulgan Argentum Mythbuster
Mortals
no one
Geist
no-one
Garou
Pending-Great-Deeds - Cliath Ragabash Shadowlord
I've been trying to get into the habit of writing fics more often. That said, if there's any of the above people would like to see more fics of, then let me know. Perfectly willing to take requests.
The ones I'm truly thinking of dropping are my Mortals characters which dismays me for a number of reasons, but I don't get to play them, and there's no real place for Spook in the chronicle any more. I've also been finding it increasingly hard to play him of late when I have had the chance to.
The other characters I'm contemplating dropping are Just Tom - one of my Requiem secondaries, Ben - my other Requiem secondary and Tim - one of my Lost secondaries. Just Tom is an interesting character, but he's not got a lot to do. Much the same with Tim. The main problem with them is that I came up with the idea, and the sheet and then didn't actually put much thought into their goals, or aspirations. It's made things a bit.. lacking. Tim is getting to be a more interesting character, as he finds things to do, but I have other reasons for potentially retiring him as well. Just Tom is crazy (but not like Spook was) and that's a bit fun to play, but the lack of things to do is definitely affecting my enjoyment of playing him. Ben on the other hand has goals, but no drive and nothing really to do at games. Being a ghoul, Ben doesn't have a lot to do at court and that makes things less interesting for me.
So, supposing I remove the aforementioned characters from my repertoire, who does it leave me with?
Requiem
William - Daeva Lancea Sanctum Mendicant/Painter - who I can't play locally
Forsaken
Nathan - Elodoth Blood Talon Cop
Awakening
Henderson - Obrimos Free Council Student - also see
henderson_icTaliesin (Tal) - Proximus Musician
Lost
Laine - Wizened Chatelaine Courtless Hotellier
Jerusalem - Fairest Dancer/Manikin Autumn Lord and Businessman - Glasgow (closed games)
Created
Rocker - Wretched Cuprum Musician/Biker
Jamie - Ulgan Argentum Mythbuster
Mortals
no one
Geist
no-one
Garou
Pending-Great-Deeds - Cliath Ragabash Shadowlord
I've been trying to get into the habit of writing fics more often. That said, if there's any of the above people would like to see more fics of, then let me know. Perfectly willing to take requests.
I've been thinking about this for a little while, say half a day or so...
And what I'm wondering, is should I be posting the IC bits and pieces I've been doing to a separate journal? What I've been doing is posting them to my dreamwidth account (![[info - personal]](http://s.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
yoda ) with the rest of my posts and then having them auto-crossposted to LJ with the regular mish-mash of posts. But I could create a new journal for them, put them all on there (and crosspost to a matching separate journal on LJ).
So, question is, what do you, my "avid" readers think?
And what I'm wondering, is should I be posting the IC bits and pieces I've been doing to a separate journal? What I've been doing is posting them to my dreamwidth account (
yoda ) with the rest of my posts and then having them auto-crossposted to LJ with the regular mish-mash of posts. But I could create a new journal for them, put them all on there (and crosspost to a matching separate journal on LJ).So, question is, what do you, my "avid" readers think?
[Created] [Rocker] The Open Road
Jun. 28th, 2009 02:33 pmRocker cruises down the road, wind licking at his hair, throwing it round his head. The bandana he'd taken helped that. Less hair in his face. More able to see.
There was a peace to driving like this, roaring down the road at insanely high speeds. People in their boxes swerving to avoid him. He's only following the path. The line set out in front of him. And still they get angry.
Elaine tells him he should slow down, stay on one side of the road, but the speed is wondrous. The rhythms of the world come together when he moves this fast, it almost seems like the music is shouting itself out, naturally broadcasting the songs he hears to anyone that would listen.
But they're all too angry to listen. None of them listen, not to Rocker or the music. He was cursed, brought to this existence, this pain by the one who he seeks. And when he finds them, they will pay for every hurt, every slight, every iota of pain that he's received.
Vengeance will come. And Rocker shall not be stopped.
Angered, he guns the bike more, reaching higher speeds. Sirens and flashing lights echo behind him, but he ignores them. It means nothing to him.
There was a peace to driving like this, roaring down the road at insanely high speeds. People in their boxes swerving to avoid him. He's only following the path. The line set out in front of him. And still they get angry.
Elaine tells him he should slow down, stay on one side of the road, but the speed is wondrous. The rhythms of the world come together when he moves this fast, it almost seems like the music is shouting itself out, naturally broadcasting the songs he hears to anyone that would listen.
But they're all too angry to listen. None of them listen, not to Rocker or the music. He was cursed, brought to this existence, this pain by the one who he seeks. And when he finds them, they will pay for every hurt, every slight, every iota of pain that he's received.
Vengeance will come. And Rocker shall not be stopped.
Angered, he guns the bike more, reaching higher speeds. Sirens and flashing lights echo behind him, but he ignores them. It means nothing to him.
[Requiem] [William] Painting for Penance
Jun. 26th, 2009 04:38 pmWilliam sighed, gazing up at the grotesque hanging from the ceiling. A poor parody of art fashioned from human parts, the grotesque loomed overhead.
Back to the penance. As his confessor required of him, he had spent his time painting. Poor shadows of his former art, but what life could he bring to his work when his only love has seen her final death?
There was no vibrancy to his art, no joy in painting. His skill had not lessened, but his heart was torn asunder and how could anyone expect true art without that?
His left arm still hadn't returned. William suspected the damage dealt while he was possessed was truly severe for it to take this long to heal. Not that he had a lack of sustenance. Jessica has seen to that.
And if he was desperate, there was always the mockery. Mockery of his existence, of his beliefs, of his life. The wretched pitiful ghoul. Jessica probably found it amusing to have the ghoul look after him. That Strix had a lot to answer for. Would that he could take out some of his fury on it, but they told him it was dead.
But still, the very fact that his blood was responsible for creating such a thing felt foul. He wanted nothing to do with it.
Jessica had gone out of her way to supply him with materials. The quality of art supplies she had obtained for him was far beyond anything he'd had access to in decades, if not longer. But still, it was wasted, his talent dead to him as he created only facsimiles of art. No true expressions of art, of the beauty of the world, the masterworks of man and God.
How could he express the blood and sweat that went into the creation of a cathedral when he couldn't touch the feelings such works inspire within himself. He felt as an empty husk, the wounds on the outside hardly representing the wounds he felt deep inside.
But still, he cannot rest, or lay idle. There are works that must be achieved before then. He looks at the bag Jessica brought him. Contained within are her remains. Claire's ash. The last he'll ever see of her. Perhaps.. perhaps he could immortalise her somewhat, make an artwork that would outlast even him and be revered for centuries to come.
Yes, that's something he could do. And then, to Paris again. He would see it one last time before he tried to set things right.
Back to the penance. As his confessor required of him, he had spent his time painting. Poor shadows of his former art, but what life could he bring to his work when his only love has seen her final death?
There was no vibrancy to his art, no joy in painting. His skill had not lessened, but his heart was torn asunder and how could anyone expect true art without that?
His left arm still hadn't returned. William suspected the damage dealt while he was possessed was truly severe for it to take this long to heal. Not that he had a lack of sustenance. Jessica has seen to that.
And if he was desperate, there was always the mockery. Mockery of his existence, of his beliefs, of his life. The wretched pitiful ghoul. Jessica probably found it amusing to have the ghoul look after him. That Strix had a lot to answer for. Would that he could take out some of his fury on it, but they told him it was dead.
But still, the very fact that his blood was responsible for creating such a thing felt foul. He wanted nothing to do with it.
Jessica had gone out of her way to supply him with materials. The quality of art supplies she had obtained for him was far beyond anything he'd had access to in decades, if not longer. But still, it was wasted, his talent dead to him as he created only facsimiles of art. No true expressions of art, of the beauty of the world, the masterworks of man and God.
How could he express the blood and sweat that went into the creation of a cathedral when he couldn't touch the feelings such works inspire within himself. He felt as an empty husk, the wounds on the outside hardly representing the wounds he felt deep inside.
But still, he cannot rest, or lay idle. There are works that must be achieved before then. He looks at the bag Jessica brought him. Contained within are her remains. Claire's ash. The last he'll ever see of her. Perhaps.. perhaps he could immortalise her somewhat, make an artwork that would outlast even him and be revered for centuries to come.
Yes, that's something he could do. And then, to Paris again. He would see it one last time before he tried to set things right.
