Post by Clyde Maddick on Apr 18, 2018 6:24:55 GMT
Character Name: Clyde Maddick
Player Screen Name:Narg
Character Type: Primary
Supernatural Type: Vampire
Concept:Visual arts Sculpture student.
Nature:Visionary
Demeanor:Enigma
Morality: Path of Humanity 5
Clan: Malkavian
Derangement: OCD
Sect: Anarch
Titles: none at all
Physical Appearance:
Personality:
Biography:
Attributes: 5-3-7
Strength:2
Dexterity:3
Stamina: 2
Charisma: 3
Manipulation:3
Appearance:2
Perception: 4 (eyes of chaos)
Intelligence:4 (Interpreting visions)
Wits:2
Abilities:
Talents: 13
Hobby talent (Visual fine arts): 5
Awareness: 3
Empathy: 3
Alertness: 1
Subterfuge: 2
Brawler: 2
Skills: 9
Crafts (materials understanding): 3
Drive: 1
Sleight of hand: 1
Larceny: 1
Stealth: 2
Melee: 1
Professional skill (Visual fine arts): 3
Etiquette: 1
Firearms: 1
Knowledges: 5
Academics: 1
Occult: 3
Law: 1
Technology: 1
Expert Knowledge (Visual fine arts): 1
Backgrounds:
Generation: 3
Domain: 2
Haven:1
(security)
(luxury)
(location)
Mentor:1
Fame:1
Disciplines:
Auspex: 3
Dementation: 4
Virtues:
Conscience: 2
Courage: 5
Self-control: 3
Willpower: 9
Maximum Blood Points/Blood per turn: 13/1
Current Experience: 1
Merits:
Oracular ability (3 pt)
Flaws:
Tick twitch (1 pt)
Impatient (1 pt)
Dark Secret (1 pt)
Player Screen Name:Narg
Character Type: Primary
Supernatural Type: Vampire
Concept:Visual arts Sculpture student.
Nature:Visionary
Demeanor:Enigma
Morality: Path of Humanity 5
Clan: Malkavian
Derangement: OCD
voices and images come to him with inspiration from the dark corners of his mind. He must create art and act out based upon this inspiration. The mechanic functions like OCD in the guidebook but instead of specific actions it is the impulse to be creative.
Sect: Anarch
Titles: none at all
Physical Appearance:
Looks 22. Wild sandy blonde hair buzzed on one side with lime green dyed tips. Clyde has a thin face but not a particularly defined jaw that turns into his neck. He is unable to fully grow a beard with patchy fuzz. He is consistently poorly shaven. He is oddly tall and lanky about 6’1” and is constantly picking underneath his fingernails as if there is some filth he can never really get out from underneath them. Clyde’s eyes are brown and bloodshot. One eye you can feel is seeing your physical body the other one is staring into you maybe even past you. What he sees who knows?
He wears a ratty nirvana t shirt (the one with the smiley face) over that a badly torn green and navy flannel and wearing a dirty pair of long cargo pants that are covered in paint, held up by a belt dotted with pins covered in pop culture from 15 years ago. OG cartoon network, before it was shit you know? Back when MTV actually played music. Man weren’t those the fucking days.
He wears a ratty nirvana t shirt (the one with the smiley face) over that a badly torn green and navy flannel and wearing a dirty pair of long cargo pants that are covered in paint, held up by a belt dotted with pins covered in pop culture from 15 years ago. OG cartoon network, before it was shit you know? Back when MTV actually played music. Man weren’t those the fucking days.
Personality:
Clyde is fucking bonkers. You can hear him murmuring to himself often, or maybe his other selves, no one knows. It is unwise to listen in. you wouldn’t like what you hear. When he speaks to you he speaks with passion and fervor about grand ideals and concepts. It is nigh impossible to get a straight answer out of him on some days, others he gets straight to the point, uncharacteristic of the usual machinations in Oddhaven. When you get right down to it Clyde says exactly what he feels when he feels it. He rarely lies but instead wraps his true intentions and thoughts in metaphor letting you decipher his intention. He thinks all interpretations are valid, as artistic criticism is in the eye of the beholder. His mind is an art piece, his art his mind.
Clyde is proficient in many forms of art. He is an excellent potter and painter. His watercolors are odd amalgams of color and shape, an imperfect reflection of the corners of his psyche. He is obsessed with all human and vampiric bodies in all forms. His oil painting are often a recollection of his sire, a beautiful raven haired woman named Daphne. Sometimes in these images she is a whole body and sometimes she is dismembered, depends on the mood. Sometimes Clyde will drain the blood from a victim and keep it, not to consume, but to create art with. He paints with blood to try and capture in image the true nature of the beast. This is not his favorite subject and only comes up when he is particularly frustrated with his state of hunger. Only twice has Clyde made sculptures out of bone and flesh. His first attempted at using humanity in a nonliving altered form did not live up to his expectations. His preservatives were not administered right and the bone support was not sufficient. The pace of decay was not what he had in mind for this piece. The second time he got it right. The rate of decay and affixion to the bone as time went on was precisely what he needed. The presentation of the piece is in an imperfect video format. The true glory of the decay of the human state in comparison to the eternal was only ever experienced by Clyde and the Rhode Island state troopers that found the masterpiece. This is his most extreme medium.
Clyde is proficient in many forms of art. He is an excellent potter and painter. His watercolors are odd amalgams of color and shape, an imperfect reflection of the corners of his psyche. He is obsessed with all human and vampiric bodies in all forms. His oil painting are often a recollection of his sire, a beautiful raven haired woman named Daphne. Sometimes in these images she is a whole body and sometimes she is dismembered, depends on the mood. Sometimes Clyde will drain the blood from a victim and keep it, not to consume, but to create art with. He paints with blood to try and capture in image the true nature of the beast. This is not his favorite subject and only comes up when he is particularly frustrated with his state of hunger. Only twice has Clyde made sculptures out of bone and flesh. His first attempted at using humanity in a nonliving altered form did not live up to his expectations. His preservatives were not administered right and the bone support was not sufficient. The pace of decay was not what he had in mind for this piece. The second time he got it right. The rate of decay and affixion to the bone as time went on was precisely what he needed. The presentation of the piece is in an imperfect video format. The true glory of the decay of the human state in comparison to the eternal was only ever experienced by Clyde and the Rhode Island state troopers that found the masterpiece. This is his most extreme medium.
Biography:
Clyde was born in 1982. He grew up in the Bay Area in California in a well-to-do household. He always had a sense for the arts and went through his life with reasonable ease. He went to a Catholic high school but most certainly did not take the teachings to heart, and ended up being accepted into the Rhode Island School of Design in Providence, Rhode Island with a focus in sculpture. He had always been an experimenter with odd materials and subject matters with a habit for fusing different mediums to create different experiences throughout different times. While sculpture was his passion he became quite skilled in the other visual arts and mediums, from video, to oil and canvas.
He graduated in 2003. His Capstone sculpture was in protest to the recent involvement and engagement in Iraq. The sculpture was two glass spheres that warp the sight of the viewer, the inner one purposefully cracked, filled with dust. This dust was taken from every state in the nation. Rubble from destroyed buildings and construction sites was piled in the middle of the glass spheres. Air blowers inside the glass kept the dust perpetually swirling. In the center atop the rubble was a clay figure of a child. A stream of tears was painted down the face of the child and onto the rubble below. This paint was made from Clyde’s own blood. A single video camera inside the spheres would allow the viewers to actually see the inside of the sculpture but the video feed was located in the back of the gallery away from the main exhibit. The point was to show that there are two layers to the issue. The world of the affected is cracked and horrid and covered with even our own blood, while the onlookers see through a thick sheet of glass at a world of turmoil in the stillness of their own homes.
This caught the attention of a woman with dark short hair, deep hazel eyes, wide brimmed glasses on the night of the senior graduate exhibitions. She wore a black pantsuit with a blood red tie. She could smell the blood in the art. Had she found one like her? Had she found another Kindred? She smelled the same blood on Clyde and tracked him to the corner of the gallery.
“Why is your name not on your sculpture”?
Clyde informed the woman that the point of the art was not the recognition or the glory but about the creation and the message. His name was not on the piece because it would lose its power if his name became the point. As they talked this woman revealed herself to be Daphne Ohlwright, a New York painter and critic scoping out “new talent” at the RISD Graduate art show. There was a wild look in her eyes that Clyde noticed and quite liked. They thought very much alike, fascinated with potential and experimentation, but most of all with the human form and experience. Clyde noticed that Daphne often didn’t quite understand why he felt the way he did about certain human sufferings, but was quite charmed by her genuine interest to understand his mind and his thought process. She was gorgeous to him. Not conventionally beautiful in appearance, but absolutely his type. What he truly found attractive was her mind. The swaps between manic and pensive, linear and non-linear, cheery and twisted were oddly attractive to him.
One thing led to another and they ended up making their way back to her flat in providence. She kissed and caressed him and brought him to bed. While holding each other’s slender frames, Clyde noticed she was cold to the touch but thought nothing of it. Before they got to the deed she asked Clyde.
“Why blood? Why did you use your blood?”
“There is nothing more sacred and visceral to the full human experience than Blood.”
This was when Daphne decided that this mortal would become more than food, but instead her partner in the night. As Daphne brought Clyde to the point of ecstasy She sunk her teeth deep into his neck and drank heavily from him. At first he screamed but he soon lost consciousness from blood loss. She continued to drink until there was blood no more. She then cut herself at her wrist, draining herself into his mouth and then kissing him before moving him to her windowless bedroom to sleep out the day.
When Clyde awakened he heard them; the voices. He felt inspired, his mind filled with ideas and possibilities both wondrous and horrid. Daphne lay naked beside him and kissed him long and soft. She started rattling off rules and lists to Clyde, but he was hardly listening. There was far too much screaming inside his head, far too many visions. But she drew him back.
“I know it’s hard. I get them too. With your mind this is a gift. We are Malkavian Cainites. The blood has unlocked your mind, Clyde. We will work wonders, won’t we?”
Clyde spent the next thirteen years learning how to feed, how to stay out of the sunlight, and how to at least try and pass as human, how to keep under the guise of the Masquerade. This proved very difficult for Clyde. While the Malkavian blood was strong within Daphne it proved exceptionally potent in his veins. Clyde would get compulsions from the voices and the visions. When the voices gave Clyde ideas and inspiration he found himself with the visceral need to make these ideas come to fruition through art. The beast within him not only drove him to feed but to create. Clyde learned to see the subtle differences in textures tastes and colors of blood. When he fed he would keep some to work with oftentimes that very night. When the need to paint comes along with the urge to feed, why not kill two birds with one stone?
His grand masterpiece came to him one night as he dined with Daphne. After making an appearance at an art showing, they had enthralled three gallery goers and brought them back to their domain. While Daphne had her way sexually with them in her feeding ritual, the inspiration hit him. The unconscious bodies all tangled up together as blood dripped from them.
“Inside out.”
It was a small voice, till the others started to echo the sentiment. Clyde tried to resist but he found himself inspired. He went out to get the needed materials that as Daphne finished up. He only needed two bodies for what he planned to do, as well as recording devices. The concept was inversion, entanglement, and mutation of the human form. The flesh did not easily affix to the bones once removed, and his usual adhesives were crude. The balance of the piece was off, being made of such a new material to him. But what was most wrong was the decay. The voices told him that the piece was decaying too fast. The process needed to be prolonged to really capture his new vision. The world decays around a Cainite and humanity’s purpose becomes inverted. He would achieve this in his next work.
Daphne warned him against actually having people go missing. The masquerade becomes difficult to uphold. Clyde however needed to serve his dark inspiring god. All the bones in the two new bodies were inverted and replaced one across the vertical axis of the human form and one across the horizontal midsection with the skulls forehead to forehead atop the inverted quadrapod of human bones. The skin was used as the material that the adhesive was connected to but only after the flesh, still attached to it, was soaked meticulously in preservatives to help slow the decay process to the correct amount. The twisted, amalgamated inversion of the human form was then video recorded during the entire decay process. Only those with the eternity and patience to observe the entire video of the decay process would really be able to understand the nature of being a Cainite. To watch humanity twist on itself and disappear before you is to be a vampire.
The Rhode Island state troopers didn’t get it.
Clyde, with his workshop blown, decided he needed to leave the states. Daphne, oddly enough, decided to go with him. She knew, that even though Clyde had messed up, he had achieved something truly great, capturing a part of the experience and suffering of being a Cainite. She loved him, and his mind. Clyde’s Sire helped him in his escape from Rhode Island to the furthest place she could think of, the Forlorn Isles. They purchased a gallery in Greene Village with Daphne’s formidable wealth and set up their own haven. This was two years ago. Clyde is now somewhat famous in the Oddhaven art world and lives his unlife to the fullest. The inspiration to sculpt with human flesh has not hit him. It seems he made his point well enough the second time around.
He graduated in 2003. His Capstone sculpture was in protest to the recent involvement and engagement in Iraq. The sculpture was two glass spheres that warp the sight of the viewer, the inner one purposefully cracked, filled with dust. This dust was taken from every state in the nation. Rubble from destroyed buildings and construction sites was piled in the middle of the glass spheres. Air blowers inside the glass kept the dust perpetually swirling. In the center atop the rubble was a clay figure of a child. A stream of tears was painted down the face of the child and onto the rubble below. This paint was made from Clyde’s own blood. A single video camera inside the spheres would allow the viewers to actually see the inside of the sculpture but the video feed was located in the back of the gallery away from the main exhibit. The point was to show that there are two layers to the issue. The world of the affected is cracked and horrid and covered with even our own blood, while the onlookers see through a thick sheet of glass at a world of turmoil in the stillness of their own homes.
This caught the attention of a woman with dark short hair, deep hazel eyes, wide brimmed glasses on the night of the senior graduate exhibitions. She wore a black pantsuit with a blood red tie. She could smell the blood in the art. Had she found one like her? Had she found another Kindred? She smelled the same blood on Clyde and tracked him to the corner of the gallery.
“Why is your name not on your sculpture”?
Clyde informed the woman that the point of the art was not the recognition or the glory but about the creation and the message. His name was not on the piece because it would lose its power if his name became the point. As they talked this woman revealed herself to be Daphne Ohlwright, a New York painter and critic scoping out “new talent” at the RISD Graduate art show. There was a wild look in her eyes that Clyde noticed and quite liked. They thought very much alike, fascinated with potential and experimentation, but most of all with the human form and experience. Clyde noticed that Daphne often didn’t quite understand why he felt the way he did about certain human sufferings, but was quite charmed by her genuine interest to understand his mind and his thought process. She was gorgeous to him. Not conventionally beautiful in appearance, but absolutely his type. What he truly found attractive was her mind. The swaps between manic and pensive, linear and non-linear, cheery and twisted were oddly attractive to him.
One thing led to another and they ended up making their way back to her flat in providence. She kissed and caressed him and brought him to bed. While holding each other’s slender frames, Clyde noticed she was cold to the touch but thought nothing of it. Before they got to the deed she asked Clyde.
“Why blood? Why did you use your blood?”
“There is nothing more sacred and visceral to the full human experience than Blood.”
This was when Daphne decided that this mortal would become more than food, but instead her partner in the night. As Daphne brought Clyde to the point of ecstasy She sunk her teeth deep into his neck and drank heavily from him. At first he screamed but he soon lost consciousness from blood loss. She continued to drink until there was blood no more. She then cut herself at her wrist, draining herself into his mouth and then kissing him before moving him to her windowless bedroom to sleep out the day.
When Clyde awakened he heard them; the voices. He felt inspired, his mind filled with ideas and possibilities both wondrous and horrid. Daphne lay naked beside him and kissed him long and soft. She started rattling off rules and lists to Clyde, but he was hardly listening. There was far too much screaming inside his head, far too many visions. But she drew him back.
“I know it’s hard. I get them too. With your mind this is a gift. We are Malkavian Cainites. The blood has unlocked your mind, Clyde. We will work wonders, won’t we?”
Clyde spent the next thirteen years learning how to feed, how to stay out of the sunlight, and how to at least try and pass as human, how to keep under the guise of the Masquerade. This proved very difficult for Clyde. While the Malkavian blood was strong within Daphne it proved exceptionally potent in his veins. Clyde would get compulsions from the voices and the visions. When the voices gave Clyde ideas and inspiration he found himself with the visceral need to make these ideas come to fruition through art. The beast within him not only drove him to feed but to create. Clyde learned to see the subtle differences in textures tastes and colors of blood. When he fed he would keep some to work with oftentimes that very night. When the need to paint comes along with the urge to feed, why not kill two birds with one stone?
His grand masterpiece came to him one night as he dined with Daphne. After making an appearance at an art showing, they had enthralled three gallery goers and brought them back to their domain. While Daphne had her way sexually with them in her feeding ritual, the inspiration hit him. The unconscious bodies all tangled up together as blood dripped from them.
“Inside out.”
It was a small voice, till the others started to echo the sentiment. Clyde tried to resist but he found himself inspired. He went out to get the needed materials that as Daphne finished up. He only needed two bodies for what he planned to do, as well as recording devices. The concept was inversion, entanglement, and mutation of the human form. The flesh did not easily affix to the bones once removed, and his usual adhesives were crude. The balance of the piece was off, being made of such a new material to him. But what was most wrong was the decay. The voices told him that the piece was decaying too fast. The process needed to be prolonged to really capture his new vision. The world decays around a Cainite and humanity’s purpose becomes inverted. He would achieve this in his next work.
Daphne warned him against actually having people go missing. The masquerade becomes difficult to uphold. Clyde however needed to serve his dark inspiring god. All the bones in the two new bodies were inverted and replaced one across the vertical axis of the human form and one across the horizontal midsection with the skulls forehead to forehead atop the inverted quadrapod of human bones. The skin was used as the material that the adhesive was connected to but only after the flesh, still attached to it, was soaked meticulously in preservatives to help slow the decay process to the correct amount. The twisted, amalgamated inversion of the human form was then video recorded during the entire decay process. Only those with the eternity and patience to observe the entire video of the decay process would really be able to understand the nature of being a Cainite. To watch humanity twist on itself and disappear before you is to be a vampire.
The Rhode Island state troopers didn’t get it.
Clyde, with his workshop blown, decided he needed to leave the states. Daphne, oddly enough, decided to go with him. She knew, that even though Clyde had messed up, he had achieved something truly great, capturing a part of the experience and suffering of being a Cainite. She loved him, and his mind. Clyde’s Sire helped him in his escape from Rhode Island to the furthest place she could think of, the Forlorn Isles. They purchased a gallery in Greene Village with Daphne’s formidable wealth and set up their own haven. This was two years ago. Clyde is now somewhat famous in the Oddhaven art world and lives his unlife to the fullest. The inspiration to sculpt with human flesh has not hit him. It seems he made his point well enough the second time around.
Attributes: 5-3-7
Strength:2
Dexterity:3
Stamina: 2
Charisma: 3
Manipulation:3
Appearance:2
Perception: 4 (eyes of chaos)
Intelligence:4 (Interpreting visions)
Wits:2
Abilities:
Talents: 13
Hobby talent (Visual fine arts): 5
Awareness: 3
Empathy: 3
Alertness: 1
Subterfuge: 2
Brawler: 2
Skills: 9
Crafts (materials understanding): 3
Drive: 1
Sleight of hand: 1
Larceny: 1
Stealth: 2
Melee: 1
Professional skill (Visual fine arts): 3
Etiquette: 1
Firearms: 1
Knowledges: 5
Academics: 1
Occult: 3
Law: 1
Technology: 1
Expert Knowledge (Visual fine arts): 1
Backgrounds:
Generation: 3
Domain: 2
Clyde owns a small gallery with his Sire Daphne in the Greene Village where their works of art are displayed. Not the monstrous ones of course. They own the whole building themselves. It is inconspicuous and tucked away in between the twisting alleys bistro’s and bars. The night scene at their establishment is quite active. The domain is set perfectly for them to live and feed.
Haven:1
Daphne knows to give Clyde his own space. When inspiration hits him it can be disastrous to his process if he is not alone. Daphne has her own haven in the backroom studio. Clyde’s is in the basement. The sculpting can get messy. It would be awfully embarrassing for Clyde to have another Rhode Island incident on his hands so he has set up precautions to ward against any unwanted guests coming across his genius.
(security)
(luxury)
(location)
Mentor:1
After the Rhode Island incident Clyde’s sire Daphne uprooted herself to move away with her fledgling. Daphne sees dark inspirations and machinations in the mind of her child and through a sense of curiosity, sexual desire, and, oddly enough, responsibility, Daphne decided to help her fledgling and companion escape to the city of Oddhaven in the Forlorn Isles.
Fame:1
While being absolutely fuckin nuts, Clyde is actually a good artist and has achieved a certain level of recognition for his work in Greene Village. He has had success in selling some of his less abstract and obscure works. But in regards to his darker works he has a few specific patrons that enjoy his artistic depictions of tranquil slaughter. He is relatively famous in regards to the Greene Village art scene.
Disciplines:
Auspex: 3
Dementation: 4
Virtues:
Conscience: 2
Courage: 5
Self-control: 3
Willpower: 9
Maximum Blood Points/Blood per turn: 13/1
Current Experience: 1
Merits:
Oracular ability (3 pt)
Flaws:
Tick twitch (1 pt)
Impatient (1 pt)
Dark Secret (1 pt)