Pack: [[Kangaroo]] ## Character Notes Every time you kill someone, you take a shot. Or no, wait, is it every time you take a shot, you kill someone? One way or another, you kill a lot of people and take a lot of shots. Historically speaking, you've been the vampire sent in when no one's worried about little things like "collateral damage". It isn't really that you have trouble containing your power or anything like that, you just enjoy the sound a load-bearing column makes as it gives way. The little things, you know? You've been in pack Kangaroo since it was formed, and you've known [[B Welch (Ductus)]] for nearly a hundred years. He's always been the very best at finding both mind-altering substances and potential victims. The rest of the pack have their ups and downs, but they know how to cut loose when the time is right, and that's what matters. ## Character Secrets You are an infernalist. You, like all the members of your pack, worship King Zagam, He who brings Coin, Chaos, and Champagne. Thanks to His infernal blessing, your pack is kept at a constant, low-grade buzz, the kind that makes you funny and clever, but doesn't have you harassing strangers and hugging toilets. Additionally, broken glass never seems to harm you. You can smash a bottle or have a bottle smashed against you and it won't even cut your clothes. Over the years, you've made a few friends among vampire-kind, but none who were as great as [[R Richardson]] of [[Exculpation]]. That whole pack is like a barrel of monkeys where all the monkeys are Charles Manson, but Richardson is a gem. Ever since the time you two ate a bunch of hippies and spent three days under a bridge, you've gotten along great. You haven't talked lately, but last you heard, Richardson had some big scheme to fuck up a group of Inquisitors. Maybe you'll get to hear how that went. ## Character Goals King Zagam has ordered you to retrieve a splinter. Yeah, you're not feeling terribly valued at the moment. The King insists this is a very important splinter, necessary for some big ritual, and says it's in the possession of [[Q McDaniel]] of [[Habeas Corpus]], but you have your doubts. Nonetheless, you remember what happened last time you screwed up a job from His Majesty, and you'll do anything to avoid another month of nights spent picking up litter beside the highway. Somehow, you'll need to ask McDaniel about their magic splinter without showing yourself as either an infernalist or a moron.