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Mage: The Awakening - OOC Planning Thread
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The inner city is a tough place to grow up, it takes a person of great character to rise above such humble beginnings and make something out of their lives. Michael Sudoran is not a person of such character.
His mother, from what little he remembers of her, was a junkie and a whore. His father could have been one of a hundred people. In a way, as weak as she was, she tried to do the best she could by Michael, but ultimately she was doomed to failure, her drug habits making Michael more of her caretaker than she was of him.
When he was seven, he came into his mother being “attacked” by her pimp. He took the gun out of the man’s discarded pants and shot him in the back four times. It was the last time he saw his mother. Though not charged with a crime, he was taken by social services and placed in a foster home. His mother did not contest the ruling. Four months later she was dead of a drug overdose.
A boy, alone without a family needed a sense of belonging, he found that in the street gangs he began to run with. It did not take long for him to join one and it only took a little longer for him to be arrested on drug charges.
He drew a harsh sentence with a killing in his past and a drug charge. He was sentence to Darshland’s Youth Correctional Facility until he was 18. Normally juvy hall was something to laugh at, but with the increasing underage crime activity, the city had begun an effort to clean up the streets and began locking up the worst offenders in their own version of junior prison. This also put all the rival gangs in one place with inadequate supervision. It was a recipe for disaster.
It would have been, but for Father Joel. A priest of great charisma and compassion, he was able to keep the prison as something of a neutral ground by convincing the hard cases that further violence in the prison would be pointless. He also took some of the young and impressionable kids and showed them a better way to lead their lives.
Michael was one of those kids. He received his High School Diploma and Father Joel had even talked to a friend of his and secured him a scholarship at a small college in James Cove. But finally, the priests efforts found a child he could not convince that a peaceful way was better and three weeks before Michael was to be released, the only positive role model in his life was stabbed in the stomach and killed.
He was left with questions, why the guilty go unpunished and those that stand up to evil are brought down. He looked for purpose in Father Joel’s death, of his mother’s. He went to James’s Cove looking for hope that the world is not endless entropy that breaks down everything good and decent.
His mother, from what little he remembers of her, was a junkie and a whore. His father could have been one of a hundred people. In a way, as weak as she was, she tried to do the best she could by Michael, but ultimately she was doomed to failure, her drug habits making Michael more of her caretaker than she was of him.
When he was seven, he came into his mother being “attacked” by her pimp. He took the gun out of the man’s discarded pants and shot him in the back four times. It was the last time he saw his mother. Though not charged with a crime, he was taken by social services and placed in a foster home. His mother did not contest the ruling. Four months later she was dead of a drug overdose.
A boy, alone without a family needed a sense of belonging, he found that in the street gangs he began to run with. It did not take long for him to join one and it only took a little longer for him to be arrested on drug charges.
He drew a harsh sentence with a killing in his past and a drug charge. He was sentence to Darshland’s Youth Correctional Facility until he was 18. Normally juvy hall was something to laugh at, but with the increasing underage crime activity, the city had begun an effort to clean up the streets and began locking up the worst offenders in their own version of junior prison. This also put all the rival gangs in one place with inadequate supervision. It was a recipe for disaster.
It would have been, but for Father Joel. A priest of great charisma and compassion, he was able to keep the prison as something of a neutral ground by convincing the hard cases that further violence in the prison would be pointless. He also took some of the young and impressionable kids and showed them a better way to lead their lives.
Michael was one of those kids. He received his High School Diploma and Father Joel had even talked to a friend of his and secured him a scholarship at a small college in James Cove. But finally, the priests efforts found a child he could not convince that a peaceful way was better and three weeks before Michael was to be released, the only positive role model in his life was stabbed in the stomach and killed.
He was left with questions, why the guilty go unpunished and those that stand up to evil are brought down. He looked for purpose in Father Joel’s death, of his mother’s. He went to James’s Cove looking for hope that the world is not endless entropy that breaks down everything good and decent.
doghead
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From what I remember there is a fair bit of interest in this game, and I am a little over committed at the moment. But seeing as I had some time on my hands here is 'Houston'.
[bq]Houston grew up on a ranch outside somewhere in Texas. Houston never was one for the books. He didn't really understand why he needed all that book learning. But his father insisted he need it. He did try. He read everything that he was supposed to. He tried to put in the necessary hours at his desk. He didn't ditched school that much. But he much preferred being on his horse, working the cattle, out on the land. Ultimately, he did enough to scrape into some small college on the east coast to study Farm Management, or Agricultural Economics or whatever they called it these days. Houston would have preferred the University of Texas, or Texas AMU. "You should have worked harder at school," was his all his dad would say on the matter.
So Houston packed his boots and his jeans and his hat and set out for the east coast in the old farm pick up truck. His first year was something of a write off. Realising that he had to get his head down if he was going to avoid the repeating his mistake at high school, Houston moved out of the college (dorms, whatever they are called in the US) and moved into a shared house with a bunch of other students. They all seemed serious enough. At least, they didn't seem like hard drinkers.[/bq]
I've cobbled together a rough draft of the character from what I could remember of the system and from Committed Hero's sheet. Id be surprised if it was correct though.
[sblock=Houston]Intelligence: **
Wits: **
Resolve: **
* (6 dice)
Strength: **
Dexterity: ***
Stamina: ***
* (8 dice)
Presence: ***
Manipulation: *
Composure: ***
* (7 dice)
Abilities
Mental (4 points)
-Academics
-Computer
-Crafts
-Investigation
-Medicine *
-Occult *
-Politics
-Science **
Physical (10 points)
-Athletics *
-Brawl **
-Drive *
-Firearms **
-Larceny
-Stealth **
-Survival **
-Weaponry
Social (6 points)
-Animal Ken **
-Empathy
-Expression
-Intimidation
-Persuasion *
-Socialise **
-Streetwise *
-Subterfuge [/sblock]
[bq]Houston grew up on a ranch outside somewhere in Texas. Houston never was one for the books. He didn't really understand why he needed all that book learning. But his father insisted he need it. He did try. He read everything that he was supposed to. He tried to put in the necessary hours at his desk. He didn't ditched school that much. But he much preferred being on his horse, working the cattle, out on the land. Ultimately, he did enough to scrape into some small college on the east coast to study Farm Management, or Agricultural Economics or whatever they called it these days. Houston would have preferred the University of Texas, or Texas AMU. "You should have worked harder at school," was his all his dad would say on the matter.
So Houston packed his boots and his jeans and his hat and set out for the east coast in the old farm pick up truck. His first year was something of a write off. Realising that he had to get his head down if he was going to avoid the repeating his mistake at high school, Houston moved out of the college (dorms, whatever they are called in the US) and moved into a shared house with a bunch of other students. They all seemed serious enough. At least, they didn't seem like hard drinkers.[/bq]
I've cobbled together a rough draft of the character from what I could remember of the system and from Committed Hero's sheet. Id be surprised if it was correct though.
[sblock=Houston]Intelligence: **
Wits: **
Resolve: **
* (6 dice)
Strength: **
Dexterity: ***
Stamina: ***
* (8 dice)
Presence: ***
Manipulation: *
Composure: ***
* (7 dice)
Abilities
Mental (4 points)
-Academics
-Computer
-Crafts
-Investigation
-Medicine *
-Occult *
-Politics
-Science **
Physical (10 points)
-Athletics *
-Brawl **
-Drive *
-Firearms **
-Larceny
-Stealth **
-Survival **
-Weaponry
Social (6 points)
-Animal Ken **
-Empathy
-Expression
-Intimidation
-Persuasion *
-Socialise **
-Streetwise *
-Subterfuge [/sblock]
Drake O'Connor is from Irish descent. His mother tried to take care of him and his four siblings after his father died in a freak accident when Drake was ten. He helped in granddad's pub, working in the kitchen, helping at the bar, cleaning glasses. His education was in the hands of a lot of 'uncles', travelling singers that played at the bar for a few nights, then travelled on, making the circuit. He learned to play guitar, to sing, how to set-up sound equipment, how to drink, smoke, fight, steal and flirt with women. Only thanks to his mother did he still go to school, and surprisingly didn't do all that bad, taking everything into account.
He didn't really plan on studying further, but his mother took matters into her own hands when he got stabbed in a knife fight.SO now he's shipped of to college in some backwater town. Luckily, there's an Irish pub, and he works and plays there in the weekends, earning enough to get by during the week. To save money he doesn't stay on campus, but rented a room in a big house with some other students.
(Bit confused with terminology here : what can you learn on a college, is that pre-university or sumpthing? never could get my head wrapped around american schooling system)
He didn't really plan on studying further, but his mother took matters into her own hands when he got stabbed in a knife fight.SO now he's shipped of to college in some backwater town. Luckily, there's an Irish pub, and he works and plays there in the weekends, earning enough to get by during the week. To save money he doesn't stay on campus, but rented a room in a big house with some other students.
(Bit confused with terminology here : what can you learn on a college, is that pre-university or sumpthing? never could get my head wrapped around american schooling system)
College and university are both considered "higher education" in America, and to some extent can be used interchangeably. They come after Grade 12, which is the end of publicly funded education. Thus both colleges and universities demand tuition.
Broadly speaking a college refers to a "community college," which is a local instutition, generally smaller and cheaper than a university, and offering only fairly basic curriculum. University refers to a state University, with all the perks and privelige therof.
Note though that it's common to refer to ANY higher education institution as a college.
Broadly speaking a college refers to a "community college," which is a local instutition, generally smaller and cheaper than a university, and offering only fairly basic curriculum. University refers to a state University, with all the perks and privelige therof.
Note though that it's common to refer to ANY higher education institution as a college.
This looks quite interesting: I have the Mage corebook, as well as the WoD core book, and I have wanted to give the new WoD a spin. However, it looks like you have a pretty decent sized crowd here already. Maybe if someone would eventually run a Vampire game, I might just put together that Khaibit-bloodline Mekhet of the Ordo Dracul that I've been pondering ever since I saw Bloodlines: The Hidden and Ordo Dracul.
Of course, if there was a Masquerade game, I certainly wouldn't mind the prospect of playing a Tremere or Malkavian, either.
That aside, I believe I'll be lurking around to see how things progress. Hope an audience isn't minded.
Of course, if there was a Masquerade game, I certainly wouldn't mind the prospect of playing a Tremere or Malkavian, either.
That aside, I believe I'll be lurking around to see how things progress. Hope an audience isn't minded.
RobotRobotI
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I cast in my interest earlier, but looks like I might be late! Seems there's quite a crowd here already. Just as well, I wasn't having any luck (obviously!) coming up with a solid character anyway.
TwistedMindInc
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Even though the game is seeming to be quite full, I too decided to throw in my two cents. I -adore- WoD, and if I owed the new books (Mage especially) I would've definitely tossed out a character idea. I've got a handful of 'em. With that being said, if you're still looking for characters and wouldn't mind helping a newbie along.. I'd be interested in case someone drops out. Also - agreein' with Azaar.. I wish there was a Vamp game out there to participate in. *sigh*
I -adore- WoD, and if I owed the new books (Mage especially) I would've definitely tossed out a character idea. I've got a handful of 'em. With that being said, if you're still looking for characters and wouldn't mind helping a newbie along.. I'd be interested in case someone drops out. Also - agreein' with Azaar.. I wish there was a Vamp game out there to participate in. *sigh*Similar Threads
