Yummy Szlatcha-y Goodness!
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dunmurderinThis was a character that I wrote up but never actually got to play. Godzilla was the moderator I sent the application to. The game was called Toyko by Night, my character was supposed to be part of a Sabbat pack heading into Toyko at great personal risk to themselves since the Kindred of the East don't like the Kindred of the West and tend to want to make them Kindred of the Very Dead and Ashy.
The character is a szlatcha, a Tzimisce guardian ghoul. These are regular ghouls who've been fleshcrafted into monstrous creations. I read about them in the Tzimisce clanbook and fell in love with the concept like the whackado freak that I am. Them and Revenants! Oooh, I loves me some revenants! Yay Revenants!
Fubar wasn't the first szlachta concept I came up with -- that was Walter@Dark Metal. Fubar is basically a new version of Walter, with a different name and a more refined backstory. What made me really proud about this one was having someone tell me it read like something out of one of the source books. *preen*
Godzilla: Okay, finally this bad boy is *DONE*. Hopefully, it’ll be what your’e looking for, if not, I got a couple other ideas that I’ll try. Note: I’m not wedded to any of these stats, so change ‘em as you see fit. Hope you like it. -- Kathy
Fubar:
Nature: Traditionalist
Demeanor: Autist
Concept: Szlachta
Creator: Vorlagenhaut, Master Skin, Tzimisce, 11th Generation
Domitor: Joseph Pander -- Note: Yes, *THE* Joseph Pander, the founder of the Pander clan among the Sabbat. Fubar was created to be another character's ghoul. When the player in question said he was playing Joseph Pander, I laughed at first then said "No really..." and he said "Yes, really..." and part of me went "Oh dear..."
Prelude:
Indianapolis Star, page four
June 21, 2018
Missing Officer Declared Dead
Indianapolis - After a six month court battle, Denise Johnson has finally succeeded in petitioning the state of Indiana to declare her husband, Indianapolis police officer Robert J. Johnson, Jr., legally dead.
Johnson disappeared on September 9, 2017 at Cabrini Liquors in Castleton. His partner, Officer Dianne Hendricks, also vanished. Her family has not yet petitioned the state for her legal death.
Hendrick’s sister, who asked that her name not be used, alleges that the two officers may have been having an affair. “They’re probably living it up in Mexico or some place,’ she said. “I mean, my boyfriend’s a cop and from what he says, there was some pretty weird s--- in their last reports.”
The Indianapolis Police Department refused to comment on the contents of the officers’ last radio calls, claiming those records have been sealed at the bequest of the Mayor’s office due to an ongoing, unrelated internal investigation.
Mrs. Johnson denies any possibility of an affair. “Bobby loved me,” she says. ‘He loved our family. He wouldn’t have done anything to hurt us.” Johnson’s father, the Rev. Allen Daniels, agreed with his daughter “Robert was a good man, a man of faith,’ he said. “He respected his family and his God too much to break the sacred bounds of family.”
Johnson is survived by his wife, Denise Johnson, his daughter Emily Johnson and his parents Robert J. Johnson Sr. and Katherine Johnson.
# # #
Letter
Note: -- Not entirely sure who this letter was being written to. In hindsight, I want to say a Ventrue who controls the Indianapolis PD in the year 2017. Maybe a Primogen, but clearly not the Prince of Indy.
Sept. 12, 2017
Dear Sir,
Enclosed is the transcription of the last radio calls in the Johnson/Hendricks disappearance. My gut instinct tells me that they were the victims of Sabbat recruitment. By now, they’ve most likely been shovel-headed and shipped out of state, possibly to Chicago or Atlanta. Some of my men have reported rumors that the Sabbat have been using cities in Ohio, Indiana and Illinois to ‘harvest’ recruits; so far, we haven’t tracked down anything substantial, but I’ll let you know as soon as we find out anything that can be taken to the Prince.
Your servant,
Michael Davis.
PS: on behalf of myself and the others sir, I’d like to thank you for what you did to help Johnson’s wife. I know the pension won’t bring him back, but it’ll at least help her take care of that little girl.
Transcript: -- IPD Police Radio 9/9/2017
Base: Car #126, investigate a 10-80 [Alarm call] at Cabrini Liquors, corner of 86th and Allisonville Road.
Johnson: 10-4 base, en route.
[pause for fifteen minutes while officers are en route to scene]
Hendricks: Base, this is 126, we are on scene and proceeding in.
Base: Roger that 126
[pause, again for approximately fifteen minutes, apparently while Hendricks and Johnson investigate]
Johnson (agitated): Base, we have a potential situation here, put backup on standby.
Base: What is the problem 126?
Johnson: Investigating now, Hendricks just screamed from inside the building. Out.
[pause, shorter this time, 2-3 minutes. When Johnson comes back on, he sounds extremely agitated, almost hysterical]
Johnson: Base, send back up NOW, repeat, send backup NOW! We need an ambulance, oh Jesus the blood…it’s all over the place. Hendricks?! HENDRICKS?!
[The base dispatcher attempts to calm Johnson, only to be met by repeated requests for backup and/or an ambulance. Johnson’s responses become increasingly vocal and profane as the exchange goes on. The entire exchange lasts about five minutes before this section.]
Johnson: Oh shit..ohhhhh SHIT…the blood’s moving…
Base: What? Repeat that?
Johnson: The blood, the fucking blood! It’s moving! It’s..it’s oozing together and..ohgod..it’s standing up! Sweet Jesus it’s standing up and-no-H-Huh-Hendricks?! Oh god, she’s..she..the blood has her and it’s coming for me!
[There is the sound of several shots being fired and then the transmissions are cut off completely. When back up did arrive, not more than ten minutes later, Johnson and Hendricks were gone. There were no signs of blood covering the area, though fluoroscope scans showed that some blood had been spilled. That detail was kept out of official reports. The only signs of disturbance were several broken liquor bottles from Johnson’s wild shots. Sir, I again repeat that I have no idea what could have caused this, but I pray we never see it’s likes here again.]
# # #
Background: Robert James Johnson died September 9, 2017. Don’t let the legalities or the unanswered questions or even the fact that someone with Robert’s DNA is walking around the streets of Tokyo fool you. Robert James Johnson, Jr. no longer exists in any recognizable form. Instead, Fubar has been born, like the phoenix, from the ashes of Johnson’s body, mind and soul. Johnson, along with Hendricks, were indeed recruited by the Sabbat but they were not simply the victims of a mass Embrace like Mr. Davis believes. Instead, the Tzimisce Vorlagenhaut selected them much in the same way that a scultor selects a new piece of rock or a certain type of clay, and for much the same reason.
Vorlagenhaut, based out of Louisville, Kentucky, is a breeder and shaper of szlachta for the Sabbat. Many Sabbat are proud to own a Vorlagenhaut original. Vorlagenhaut, also known as Master Skin, is highly adept at customizing normal mortals into specialty ghouls. Unlike other Tzimisce who see mortals as little more than different colors of Play-Doh, Vorlagenhaut works by selecting mortals who would be suitable for a particular task, then enhances their natural abilities to make them better szlachta. Johnson, and his partner, were selected because six months earlier they had received several commendations for their part in helping to bring down a serial rapist who’d been preying on several Northern Indianapolis apartment complexes. Vorlagenhaut, who follows the local news for several Indiana and Ohio cities, used various sources to learn more information about the two officers and, when the time was right, traveled to Indianapolis to assist in their abduction.
The two officers were blood bound to Vorlagenhaut, taken to his Louisville haven and placed among the kennel ghouls to be conditioned so that they would more easily accept their new role as szlachta. Once they were properly broken, Vorlagenhaut began the eighteen month process that would erase Robert and Diane and leave only Fubar and Schild.
Fubar does not remember who he used to be. He remembers almost nothing of his life before he was taken from the kennel, with a few minor exceptions. He remembers, vaguely, that he used to be someone else but cannot give his mortal name. He remembers a certain affection for Schild, but it is hard to say how much of that remains from his mortal times and how much remains of their early days of ghouldom (it would most likely be small comfort to Mrs. Johnson that her husband was only unfaithful to her after his mind had been almost entirely erased). If Fubar were ordered to kill his daughter, Emily Johnson, he would do so without hesitation as she no longer holds any special place in his thoughts.
Vorlagenhaut is a master of the blood bond as well as the crafting of flesh and bone. Fubar no longer resembles his former self. Thanks to spare parts from some of Vorlagenhaut’s failed experiments, Fubar is eight inches taller and nearly eighty-five pounds heavier than Johnson. A DNA test *might* be able to determine who Fubar used to be, but even then it would be difficult to prove since Vorlagenhaut’s additions have muddied the genetic waters.
The real genius in Vorlagenhaut’s work doesn’t lie in the physical changes, but in the mental ones. While Fubar’s IQ has technically dropped nearly 20 points, he is still highly intelligent for one of his breed. He is also fanatically loyal to the Sabbat as a whole and to his current master in particular. Fubar will almost never refuse a valid order from a Sabbat member, though he does have enough foresight to know that not all Sabbat are created equally and that some are best avoided or ignored (cautiously).
Fubar served Vorlagenhaut for seven years before being modified and shipped to Europe as a gift to Joseph Pander in 2024. Europe helped forge Fubar’s fighting abilities, as well as introduced him to the non-Tzimisce side of the Sabbat. The experience was eye-opening for Fubar, showing him a much wider world than Vorlagenhaut had been able (or cared) to.
Fubar was among the first ghouls Pander sent into Japan, helping to establish his master’s haven there. As always, he is perfectly happy to serve his master and his sect as loyally and faithfully as he can.
Appearance: For a human being, Fubar is one ugly SOB, but for a szlachta, he is almost handsome. His body has been crafted and recrafted over the years as modifications were made, altered and/or repaired. Before sending Fubar to Europe, Vorlagenhaut reshaped Fubar so that he could more easily pass among mortals. Fubar’s fingertips have been shaped into short, sharp talons, which are usually hidden under padded gloves. His back and chest have had bone plates added underneath the skin, adding to his ability to take punishment, while his abdominal cavity has had a protective layer of thickened cartridge added to protect the organs of his digestive tract. His forearms and shins have had extra bone added, almost like built-in shin and wrist guards. These modifications are usually hidden under clothes, since they’ve left Fubar with a swollen and knobby appearance (luckily, few folks ever see Fubar buck naked). Before being send to Joseph Pander, Fubar’s face was shaped back into a semblance of human normality, and, while Vorlagenhaut got most of the details right, he would never win very many points for style. Fubar looks like someone who’s either gotten the short end of the genetic stick or who was in a severe accident of some sort.
Psychology: Fubar is loyal to the Sabbat as a whole, as well as to most of the individual members. He would willingly die for his master, Joseph Pander, or his packmates. HOWEVER, he has very definite ideas about proper Sabbat behavior based on a combination of his experiences with individual members of the Sabbat as well as the lore he learned from Vorlagenhaut. Even to this day, he has a decidedly Tzimisce slant on Sabbat politics and behavior and considers those Sabbat who behave in too ‘human’ a fashion to be inferior to ‘real’ Sabbat. This displeasure, however, is rarely if ever expressed since Fubar is still smart enough to know that, to many Sabbat, the only good ghoul is a dead ghoul.
Stats:
Physical: Strength 4/Dexterity 3/Stamina 3
Social: Charisma 1/Manipulation 2/Appearance 1
Mental: Perception 3/Intelligence 1/Wits 4
Justifications: Ok, obviously some of these stats have been bought up. Charisma and Appearance are simply the freebies they came with, since a szlachta doesn’t need much in the way of either. Wits of four refers to his ability to think on his feet in a time of crisis, rather than any kind of mental sophistication or wit. Intelligence of one leaves him with an IQ of 80, which might mean he loses at Jeopardy, but he’s still got enough upstairs to keep himself fed and out of trouble.
Abilities:
Talents: Alertness 5/Athletics 3/Brawl 4/Dodge 2
Skills: Melee 2/Etiquette 1/Firearms 2/Stealth 3/Security 2
Knowledges: Computer 1/Linguistics 2 (German, Japanese)/Vampire Lore 2/Occult 1/Medicine 1
Disciplines:
Potence 1
Fortitude: 1
Virtues:
Callousness: 3
Instincts: 5
Morale: 2
Backgrounds:
None, since Fubar’s a slave and wouldn’t have anything that’s his own. I used the five points from Backgrounds to buy up another level of Perception, but, as with any of the other stats, if anything’s too high, bump ‘em down to appropriate levels.
Merits:
Berzerker: (2) Get Fubar mad enough, he’ll turn into Fists of Fury, plain and simple. Fortunately for most mortals and even a few Sabbat, it takes a great deal to get Fubar angry enough to go completely berserk.
Acute sense of smell/vision and hearing (3): Fubar’s sensory organs have been adjusted to give him heightened hearing and smell and, specifically, better night vision. As a result of Vorlagenhaut’s tampering, Fubar sees very well in dim or low light but has lost most of his color vision. He is able to tell the differences between bright colors, but pastels come across to him as shades of white or grey.
Common sense: (1) Fubar’s not stupid. He knows that stoves are hot, that standing out in the rain gets you wet and that annoying members of the Sabbat is a fast way to turn into someone’s midnight snack.
Loyalty: (1) Fubar is loyal to the Sabbat as a whole and his master’s pack in particular.
Flaws:
Colorblindness: (1) a result of Vorlagenhaut’s tampering with Fubar’s eyes. He no longer has enough of the right cells for color vision.
Masochist: (2) Uh..he’s a Sabbat ghoul, does this need much more justification than that? Seriously, Fubar likes to suffer. He doesn’t necessarily cum every time he gets beaten on, but he does enjoy physical pain.
Shy (1): Fubar dislikes being the center of attention, he’d much rather be in the background, serving quietly.
Inferiority Complex (1): This relates specifically to the subject of the Embrace. Fubar doesn’t want it, doesn’t seek it, will avoid it as much as he can because he doesn’t think he’s worthy of it. Being a Cainite is an honor and a privilege that a worm such as him will never be able to gain.
Compulsive behavior: (1): Fubar keeps his quarters and himself neat and clean and ready to act. Because he has difficulty seeing colors, he can be quite fussy about what he’s wearing since he doesn’t want to appear foolish or, worse, attract attention to himself.
Mild Phobia - Blood: (1) Fubar gets edgy around blood in large quantities, particularly if he doesn’t know where it’s from. This relates back to the way he and Hendricks were taken by Vorlagenhaut. If he can see the source of the blood, he’s less likely to panic, but is still unnerved.
Fubar is currently 33; he was born in 1994
The character is a szlatcha, a Tzimisce guardian ghoul. These are regular ghouls who've been fleshcrafted into monstrous creations. I read about them in the Tzimisce clanbook and fell in love with the concept like the whackado freak that I am. Them and Revenants! Oooh, I loves me some revenants! Yay Revenants!
Fubar wasn't the first szlachta concept I came up with -- that was Walter@Dark Metal. Fubar is basically a new version of Walter, with a different name and a more refined backstory. What made me really proud about this one was having someone tell me it read like something out of one of the source books. *preen*
Godzilla: Okay, finally this bad boy is *DONE*. Hopefully, it’ll be what your’e looking for, if not, I got a couple other ideas that I’ll try. Note: I’m not wedded to any of these stats, so change ‘em as you see fit. Hope you like it. -- Kathy
Fubar:
Nature: Traditionalist
Demeanor: Autist
Concept: Szlachta
Creator: Vorlagenhaut, Master Skin, Tzimisce, 11th Generation
Domitor: Joseph Pander -- Note: Yes, *THE* Joseph Pander, the founder of the Pander clan among the Sabbat. Fubar was created to be another character's ghoul. When the player in question said he was playing Joseph Pander, I laughed at first then said "No really..." and he said "Yes, really..." and part of me went "Oh dear..."
Prelude:
Indianapolis Star, page four
June 21, 2018
Missing Officer Declared Dead
Indianapolis - After a six month court battle, Denise Johnson has finally succeeded in petitioning the state of Indiana to declare her husband, Indianapolis police officer Robert J. Johnson, Jr., legally dead.
Johnson disappeared on September 9, 2017 at Cabrini Liquors in Castleton. His partner, Officer Dianne Hendricks, also vanished. Her family has not yet petitioned the state for her legal death.
Hendrick’s sister, who asked that her name not be used, alleges that the two officers may have been having an affair. “They’re probably living it up in Mexico or some place,’ she said. “I mean, my boyfriend’s a cop and from what he says, there was some pretty weird s--- in their last reports.”
The Indianapolis Police Department refused to comment on the contents of the officers’ last radio calls, claiming those records have been sealed at the bequest of the Mayor’s office due to an ongoing, unrelated internal investigation.
Mrs. Johnson denies any possibility of an affair. “Bobby loved me,” she says. ‘He loved our family. He wouldn’t have done anything to hurt us.” Johnson’s father, the Rev. Allen Daniels, agreed with his daughter “Robert was a good man, a man of faith,’ he said. “He respected his family and his God too much to break the sacred bounds of family.”
Johnson is survived by his wife, Denise Johnson, his daughter Emily Johnson and his parents Robert J. Johnson Sr. and Katherine Johnson.
# # #
Letter
Note: -- Not entirely sure who this letter was being written to. In hindsight, I want to say a Ventrue who controls the Indianapolis PD in the year 2017. Maybe a Primogen, but clearly not the Prince of Indy.
Sept. 12, 2017
Dear Sir,
Enclosed is the transcription of the last radio calls in the Johnson/Hendricks disappearance. My gut instinct tells me that they were the victims of Sabbat recruitment. By now, they’ve most likely been shovel-headed and shipped out of state, possibly to Chicago or Atlanta. Some of my men have reported rumors that the Sabbat have been using cities in Ohio, Indiana and Illinois to ‘harvest’ recruits; so far, we haven’t tracked down anything substantial, but I’ll let you know as soon as we find out anything that can be taken to the Prince.
Your servant,
Michael Davis.
PS: on behalf of myself and the others sir, I’d like to thank you for what you did to help Johnson’s wife. I know the pension won’t bring him back, but it’ll at least help her take care of that little girl.
Transcript: -- IPD Police Radio 9/9/2017
Base: Car #126, investigate a 10-80 [Alarm call] at Cabrini Liquors, corner of 86th and Allisonville Road.
Johnson: 10-4 base, en route.
[pause for fifteen minutes while officers are en route to scene]
Hendricks: Base, this is 126, we are on scene and proceeding in.
Base: Roger that 126
[pause, again for approximately fifteen minutes, apparently while Hendricks and Johnson investigate]
Johnson (agitated): Base, we have a potential situation here, put backup on standby.
Base: What is the problem 126?
Johnson: Investigating now, Hendricks just screamed from inside the building. Out.
[pause, shorter this time, 2-3 minutes. When Johnson comes back on, he sounds extremely agitated, almost hysterical]
Johnson: Base, send back up NOW, repeat, send backup NOW! We need an ambulance, oh Jesus the blood…it’s all over the place. Hendricks?! HENDRICKS?!
[The base dispatcher attempts to calm Johnson, only to be met by repeated requests for backup and/or an ambulance. Johnson’s responses become increasingly vocal and profane as the exchange goes on. The entire exchange lasts about five minutes before this section.]
Johnson: Oh shit..ohhhhh SHIT…the blood’s moving…
Base: What? Repeat that?
Johnson: The blood, the fucking blood! It’s moving! It’s..it’s oozing together and..ohgod..it’s standing up! Sweet Jesus it’s standing up and-no-H-Huh-Hendricks?! Oh god, she’s..she..the blood has her and it’s coming for me!
[There is the sound of several shots being fired and then the transmissions are cut off completely. When back up did arrive, not more than ten minutes later, Johnson and Hendricks were gone. There were no signs of blood covering the area, though fluoroscope scans showed that some blood had been spilled. That detail was kept out of official reports. The only signs of disturbance were several broken liquor bottles from Johnson’s wild shots. Sir, I again repeat that I have no idea what could have caused this, but I pray we never see it’s likes here again.]
# # #
Background: Robert James Johnson died September 9, 2017. Don’t let the legalities or the unanswered questions or even the fact that someone with Robert’s DNA is walking around the streets of Tokyo fool you. Robert James Johnson, Jr. no longer exists in any recognizable form. Instead, Fubar has been born, like the phoenix, from the ashes of Johnson’s body, mind and soul. Johnson, along with Hendricks, were indeed recruited by the Sabbat but they were not simply the victims of a mass Embrace like Mr. Davis believes. Instead, the Tzimisce Vorlagenhaut selected them much in the same way that a scultor selects a new piece of rock or a certain type of clay, and for much the same reason.
Vorlagenhaut, based out of Louisville, Kentucky, is a breeder and shaper of szlachta for the Sabbat. Many Sabbat are proud to own a Vorlagenhaut original. Vorlagenhaut, also known as Master Skin, is highly adept at customizing normal mortals into specialty ghouls. Unlike other Tzimisce who see mortals as little more than different colors of Play-Doh, Vorlagenhaut works by selecting mortals who would be suitable for a particular task, then enhances their natural abilities to make them better szlachta. Johnson, and his partner, were selected because six months earlier they had received several commendations for their part in helping to bring down a serial rapist who’d been preying on several Northern Indianapolis apartment complexes. Vorlagenhaut, who follows the local news for several Indiana and Ohio cities, used various sources to learn more information about the two officers and, when the time was right, traveled to Indianapolis to assist in their abduction.
The two officers were blood bound to Vorlagenhaut, taken to his Louisville haven and placed among the kennel ghouls to be conditioned so that they would more easily accept their new role as szlachta. Once they were properly broken, Vorlagenhaut began the eighteen month process that would erase Robert and Diane and leave only Fubar and Schild.
Fubar does not remember who he used to be. He remembers almost nothing of his life before he was taken from the kennel, with a few minor exceptions. He remembers, vaguely, that he used to be someone else but cannot give his mortal name. He remembers a certain affection for Schild, but it is hard to say how much of that remains from his mortal times and how much remains of their early days of ghouldom (it would most likely be small comfort to Mrs. Johnson that her husband was only unfaithful to her after his mind had been almost entirely erased). If Fubar were ordered to kill his daughter, Emily Johnson, he would do so without hesitation as she no longer holds any special place in his thoughts.
Vorlagenhaut is a master of the blood bond as well as the crafting of flesh and bone. Fubar no longer resembles his former self. Thanks to spare parts from some of Vorlagenhaut’s failed experiments, Fubar is eight inches taller and nearly eighty-five pounds heavier than Johnson. A DNA test *might* be able to determine who Fubar used to be, but even then it would be difficult to prove since Vorlagenhaut’s additions have muddied the genetic waters.
The real genius in Vorlagenhaut’s work doesn’t lie in the physical changes, but in the mental ones. While Fubar’s IQ has technically dropped nearly 20 points, he is still highly intelligent for one of his breed. He is also fanatically loyal to the Sabbat as a whole and to his current master in particular. Fubar will almost never refuse a valid order from a Sabbat member, though he does have enough foresight to know that not all Sabbat are created equally and that some are best avoided or ignored (cautiously).
Fubar served Vorlagenhaut for seven years before being modified and shipped to Europe as a gift to Joseph Pander in 2024. Europe helped forge Fubar’s fighting abilities, as well as introduced him to the non-Tzimisce side of the Sabbat. The experience was eye-opening for Fubar, showing him a much wider world than Vorlagenhaut had been able (or cared) to.
Fubar was among the first ghouls Pander sent into Japan, helping to establish his master’s haven there. As always, he is perfectly happy to serve his master and his sect as loyally and faithfully as he can.
Appearance: For a human being, Fubar is one ugly SOB, but for a szlachta, he is almost handsome. His body has been crafted and recrafted over the years as modifications were made, altered and/or repaired. Before sending Fubar to Europe, Vorlagenhaut reshaped Fubar so that he could more easily pass among mortals. Fubar’s fingertips have been shaped into short, sharp talons, which are usually hidden under padded gloves. His back and chest have had bone plates added underneath the skin, adding to his ability to take punishment, while his abdominal cavity has had a protective layer of thickened cartridge added to protect the organs of his digestive tract. His forearms and shins have had extra bone added, almost like built-in shin and wrist guards. These modifications are usually hidden under clothes, since they’ve left Fubar with a swollen and knobby appearance (luckily, few folks ever see Fubar buck naked). Before being send to Joseph Pander, Fubar’s face was shaped back into a semblance of human normality, and, while Vorlagenhaut got most of the details right, he would never win very many points for style. Fubar looks like someone who’s either gotten the short end of the genetic stick or who was in a severe accident of some sort.
Psychology: Fubar is loyal to the Sabbat as a whole, as well as to most of the individual members. He would willingly die for his master, Joseph Pander, or his packmates. HOWEVER, he has very definite ideas about proper Sabbat behavior based on a combination of his experiences with individual members of the Sabbat as well as the lore he learned from Vorlagenhaut. Even to this day, he has a decidedly Tzimisce slant on Sabbat politics and behavior and considers those Sabbat who behave in too ‘human’ a fashion to be inferior to ‘real’ Sabbat. This displeasure, however, is rarely if ever expressed since Fubar is still smart enough to know that, to many Sabbat, the only good ghoul is a dead ghoul.
Stats:
Physical: Strength 4/Dexterity 3/Stamina 3
Social: Charisma 1/Manipulation 2/Appearance 1
Mental: Perception 3/Intelligence 1/Wits 4
Justifications: Ok, obviously some of these stats have been bought up. Charisma and Appearance are simply the freebies they came with, since a szlachta doesn’t need much in the way of either. Wits of four refers to his ability to think on his feet in a time of crisis, rather than any kind of mental sophistication or wit. Intelligence of one leaves him with an IQ of 80, which might mean he loses at Jeopardy, but he’s still got enough upstairs to keep himself fed and out of trouble.
Abilities:
Talents: Alertness 5/Athletics 3/Brawl 4/Dodge 2
Skills: Melee 2/Etiquette 1/Firearms 2/Stealth 3/Security 2
Knowledges: Computer 1/Linguistics 2 (German, Japanese)/Vampire Lore 2/Occult 1/Medicine 1
Disciplines:
Potence 1
Fortitude: 1
Virtues:
Callousness: 3
Instincts: 5
Morale: 2
Backgrounds:
None, since Fubar’s a slave and wouldn’t have anything that’s his own. I used the five points from Backgrounds to buy up another level of Perception, but, as with any of the other stats, if anything’s too high, bump ‘em down to appropriate levels.
Merits:
Berzerker: (2) Get Fubar mad enough, he’ll turn into Fists of Fury, plain and simple. Fortunately for most mortals and even a few Sabbat, it takes a great deal to get Fubar angry enough to go completely berserk.
Acute sense of smell/vision and hearing (3): Fubar’s sensory organs have been adjusted to give him heightened hearing and smell and, specifically, better night vision. As a result of Vorlagenhaut’s tampering, Fubar sees very well in dim or low light but has lost most of his color vision. He is able to tell the differences between bright colors, but pastels come across to him as shades of white or grey.
Common sense: (1) Fubar’s not stupid. He knows that stoves are hot, that standing out in the rain gets you wet and that annoying members of the Sabbat is a fast way to turn into someone’s midnight snack.
Loyalty: (1) Fubar is loyal to the Sabbat as a whole and his master’s pack in particular.
Flaws:
Colorblindness: (1) a result of Vorlagenhaut’s tampering with Fubar’s eyes. He no longer has enough of the right cells for color vision.
Masochist: (2) Uh..he’s a Sabbat ghoul, does this need much more justification than that? Seriously, Fubar likes to suffer. He doesn’t necessarily cum every time he gets beaten on, but he does enjoy physical pain.
Shy (1): Fubar dislikes being the center of attention, he’d much rather be in the background, serving quietly.
Inferiority Complex (1): This relates specifically to the subject of the Embrace. Fubar doesn’t want it, doesn’t seek it, will avoid it as much as he can because he doesn’t think he’s worthy of it. Being a Cainite is an honor and a privilege that a worm such as him will never be able to gain.
Compulsive behavior: (1): Fubar keeps his quarters and himself neat and clean and ready to act. Because he has difficulty seeing colors, he can be quite fussy about what he’s wearing since he doesn’t want to appear foolish or, worse, attract attention to himself.
Mild Phobia - Blood: (1) Fubar gets edgy around blood in large quantities, particularly if he doesn’t know where it’s from. This relates back to the way he and Hendricks were taken by Vorlagenhaut. If he can see the source of the blood, he’s less likely to panic, but is still unnerved.
Fubar is currently 33; he was born in 1994
