>“Do you renounce Satan Russel Powell?”>“You’ll do great things Russel Powell”>“get to work Powell”>“Russ?!”>“You don’t wanna do this copper…”>”Welcome to Vegas, Pig!”Born to the descendants of escaped Lousiana slaves. You are Russel Powell, rookie cop, recently embraced. And thrusted into the world of darkness against your will. How long will you last the nights of Vegas? How far shall you go into the treacherous pits of your sect and clan? Choose what kind of Copotype you wish you be at the start>Cowboy Cop: A Physical presence, a force of Nature, you are the first one in, and the last one out, you flunked high school and it shows>Human can-opener: A Social chameleon, a nice joke, a soft smile, a suave retort, you make the criminals spill the beans all by themselves. You panic when bullets start flying>Mind wide open: Exceedingly intellectual, esoteric and precise, you carry an encyclopedia all to yourself. Citizens hate your presence instinctuallyApart from that, choose what Clan you have been subjected to>Brujah: You are a physical menace, you bend people to your will, physically or otherwise (mostly physically)>Malkavian: Peer into the subconscious, find the truth in the eye of madness, rediscover DISCO>Gangrel: Hear the beast’s cry, feel the wild hunt in your bones. Your embrace was not arbitraryAnd finally, background>Sewer Water Baptism: Before being a cop, you were one of the thugs being chased by them. Now you’re the one doing the stomping, but you understand the economics of crime succinctly, it’s supply and demand after all. Crime is not your enemy, it is your employer>High Society Infiltrator: You were raised in a white neighborhood, with white fences and white houses with pretty little white people. You were considered one of their own. And you got hooked to that taste of power>The Last Lawman: You were born for order, being a police officer wasn’t a choice, it was your ordained duty, you don’t care for the perks or benefits. You care for one thing and one thing only, to bring justice to this wicked world.Once all has been picked, we will start by diving deep into the city of sin and finding just how deep the rabbit hole can go
>>6039493>Cowboy Cop>Gangrel>The Last Lawman
Also I will admit with full disclosure, the last time I made a quest was in 2015 when /qst/ still didn't exist, I do not know the /qst/ general guidelines on waiting for posts or how to switch up the color of words etc.
>>6039493>Human can-opener: A Social chameleon, a nice joke, a soft smile, a suave retort, you make the criminals spill the beans all by themselves. You panic when bullets start flying>Gangrel: Hear the beast’s cry, feel the wild hunt in your bones. Your embrace was not arbitrary>Sewer Water Baptism: Before being a cop, you were one of the thugs being chased by them. Now you’re the one doing the stomping, but you understand the economics of crime succinctly, it’s supply and demand after all. Crime is not your enemy, it is your employer
>>6039493>Human can-opener: A Social chameleon, a nice joke, a soft smile, a suave retort, you make the criminals spill the beans all by themselves. You panic when bullets start flying>Malkavian: Peer into the subconscious, find the truth in the eye of madness, rediscover DISCO>The Last Lawman: You were born for order, being a police officer wasn’t a choice, it was your ordained duty, you don’t care for the perks or benefits. You care for one thing and one thing only, to bring justice to this wicked world.
>>6039493>Mind wide open: Exceedingly intellectual, esoteric and precise, you carry an encyclopedia all to yourself. Citizens hate your presence instinctually>Brujah: You are a physical menace, you bend people to your will, physically or otherwise (mostly physically)>Sewer Water Baptism: Before being a cop, you were one of the thugs being chased by them. Now you’re the one doing the stomping, but you understand the economics of crime succinctly, it’s supply and demand after all. Crime is not your enemy, it is your employerA know it all blue with a record, put to purpose. At least we aren't a runt as a nerd, even if we have a lead tongue.
Rolled 2 (1d2)>Human Can OpenerThe soft lines in people's faces, their subtle movements, they display themselves as tapestry in front of you. your pitch, your tempo. you've cracked the system. It’s all about rhythm, tempo, a constant song inside your head as if improvising jazz on the main stage Your main skills are Empathy, Subterfuge, and intimidation your secondary skills are leadership, Expression, and awareness>Gangrel: Hear the beast’s cry, feel the wild hunt in your bones. Your embrace was not arbitraryThe sound of the Eagle’s cry, the scrying of the mouse, were you always this…connected? In tune? You hear the wolf’s cry. Nature crawls at your fingertips You are a gangrel, you gain a high Animal Ken, you are able to whisper to animals, see in the dark, and feel almost unkillable…though it may be the haze telling you so (Rolling for last trait as it was a tie)
>>6039497>>6039506>>6039513>>6039532>Sewer Water BaptismYou are far more connected to the underworld than your fellows, your own members see you with apprehension, are you corrupt? Or perhaps you’ve figured out the system. As above, so below, You know this is just another gang Gain influence 2 (street). Influence 1 (Underworld) Gain 2 contacts from the criminal underworld. Gain 1 Ally of moderate power from the Street Streetwise is an innate primary ability for you Russel Powell is formed, tomorrow the quest shall beginIn the meantime, questions for you posters to fill in the blanks>Who is the 1 Ally of moderate power, someone who trusts Russel implicitly with their power and will assist at the best of their abilities>Who are the 2 contacts from the criminal underworld? This is organized crime, a high rank lieutenant, a down on his luck Don, etc.>How did he gain his Influence in the street>How did he gain his influence in the underworld>Who was Russel Powell? Thank you to all those who voted! I promise I will make the proper start of the story tomorrow! It is just very late in my neck of the woods and I’m more tired than I thought
>>6039566>Ally: A more experienced Ghoul, of different clan and sect.>Contacts: A high rank lieutenant. The local info broker.>Streets: By utilizing his discretion with arrests and detainment wisely, such that people that didn't need to be in prison weren't. Defusing a few situations and leading well in a once-in-a-lifetime firefight helped.>Underworld: As we got more corrupt, we used our legal powers and reputation to the benefit of our friends and allies.>Who: Someone who wanted a fresh start. To set roots, to live the good life. Then as things got worse, to indulge in the hedonistic pleasures of the city and keep on keeping on without ending up back in the sewer sludge. Head above water and all that.
>>6039634>>6039566Wait, shit. I misread the OP, we've been embraced, we aren't a ghoul. I automatically associate cops with flunkies, it's pure instinct. Change the ally to a more experienced Kindred, a Ancilla.
>>6039637>>6039634+1
Interesting premise, looks DoA though.
You might want to go to /WOD/ on /tg/ then link to this quest, so you can get more players.
>>6039566>Ally: Coroner friend>Contacts: Local bookie, Unaffiliated hitman>Streets: He did a few favors for some people, misplaced evidence here and there.>Underworld: Negotiated and prevented a gangwar from erupting as a dirty cop intermediary>Who: Someone who wanted justice but kept prioritizing other things until he was in too deep
>>6039566moderate power ally >Carl, an old Ghoul or bloodslave who serves another Master>to whom your own Sire is a friendly inferior.>He is almost sixty now, even with the preservative effects of his addiction.>He has never impressed enough to be Embraced>but he has no envy for you, only vicarious hope.>He knows the current web of alliances, which strands weakening, where new ones wait to form>He has your basic essentials and access to a Sanctuary>wide knowledge of Vampiric powers, though not deep>and theoretical knowledge on how to use some of them, though practically he can't use any himself.>More than these he might not possess>but likely he knows who mightcontact 1>Denmark the Jew>He's really Italian, just to fuck with you.>Runs a chopshop in the 171>A neutral in the criminal marketplace, unaffiliated>If there's anything big happening, chances are he's got an eye if not a thumb in it.>Everything runs on cars, see.>Engines.>If there's boat smuggling he'll be fixing Evinrudes one a week>If there's a big heist there'll be buyers for souped up disposables>If a knucklehead manages to succeed somewhere, someone will be paying cash for big rims, chrome, and fur seats>He will never touch drugs, guns, or bodies himself>But if you want hidden segments in a tanker trailer>Or a pintle mount on a Toyota>Or a discreet backseat adjustment for more boot room and a made to measure tin tub in it>He'll do it done in 72 hours tops>With bulk discounts.contact 2>Ever since Chicago the Bosses have considered good book keeping and tax strategy a necessary business expense.>That's where Michael Fowlie, or Mike Money, certified accountant, comes in.>Formerly an auditor for one of the Big Five (now Big Three) specializing in process audit>he was implicated by something and his accountancy certification was invalidated.>Disillusioned, embittered and desperate for his growing family, he offered his services to Don Francesco>who is now, thanks to him, the most legitimate of businessmen among the Dons.>Mike Money has Don Francesco's ear third, after Mister Abbatelle the Consiglieri, and Aroldo his eldest son.>Call Mike if you need to wash money, or hide money, or find money>or if someone is and you want to know who.>Mike's mostly too busy hiding the Don's yachts from the IRS and the Don's women from his wife>But he will have a strong clue, and a line to hear what the upper echelons are thinking, though not inform.
>>6047237sorry anon, this shit looks dead.
>>6047237cont>>6039556How was influenced gained>He started small and violent, like most>showing off to the bigger boys that he can shoot and kill just like them.>Emptied a clip into a rival ganger in a rumble at age 10.>That nigg bled out, and Russel bled in.>From there, the normal course of things>Russel grew big, good bones, made a little, fucked a lot>and offed, directly and indirectly, a hundred other lowlifes like himself.>Then he found out where the money really at:>with the Cops.>They got 3rd gen milshit for free, kept everything they confiscated, and had first dibs on in the towpark auctions.>Russel Powell dipped his beak in the police lockup, and between him letting his homies go, leaking investigations, and giving them some 3rd gen milshit that won't be missed>His old gang wiped out two rival gangs in a one month war, ending a decade old three-way.>Oh he's a pig now, but he will always be the Warlord of the Warrior 171s.
>>6047244aww, I dint seeoh well.thanks!
