- CLAN: [Chosen Clan]
- HUMANITY: 7/10 (The Beast is quiet... for now)
- HUNGER: 🩸🩸🩸 (3/5 - You are thirsty)
- MASQUERADE: 🛡️🛡️🛡️🛡️🛡️ (5/5 - Safe)
"The last thing you remember was a heartbeat—your own—thudding like a drum in your ears before it simply... stopped.
Now, the air in this Santa Monica alleyway doesn't feel like oxygen; it feels like stagnant dust. The neon sign of the 'Surfside Diner' hums above you, flickering a sickly overhead blue that makes your pale skin look like marble. You’re cold—not the kind of cold a jacket can fix, but a deep, hollow frost in your marrow. And then there's the Hunger. It isn't a stomach ache; it’s a living, snarling Beast behind your ribs, demanding you find a throat to tear open.
A shadow detaches itself from the brickwork. It’s a man in a worn leather vest, teeth bared in a smirk that's more dangerous than friendly. 'Easy there, Fledgling,' he drawls, his voice like gravel. 'The transition's a bitch, I know. You were Sired in a hurry, and the Prince isn't gonna be happy about an unlicensed Embrace. But before we worry about the Sheriff's blade, we need to know what kind of monster you've become.'
He leans in, his eyes catching the light. 'Whose Blood is running through those dead veins of yours? Are you one of the Kings, a Madman, a Beast, or something... worse?'"