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Dungeons and Dragons®

When we were children, my brother and I used to play hours upon hours of D&D®. Originally we played the good ol' Basic Game. As we got a bit more experienced, we worked our way through to AD&D®, and even ventured on to other kinds of games along those same lines. We tried Tunnels & Trolls®, Car Wars®, and Space Frontiers® among others. Our mother was surprisingly tolerant considering the outcries at the time of how the game was akin to "Satan Worshiping" - my mother found that as amusing a concept as we did. Then again, my mom is pretty cool.

White Wolf®

After several years away from playing AD&D®, I stumbled across a crowd of people who played White Wolf® games. Similar in concept to the Dungeons and Dragons® I had played when I was younger, but in an entirely new world with a new system, I decided to sit in. I sat down with a few of the regular players, and in about an hour created my very first character, a Werewolf. I don't recall her name offhand, but she lasted about 3 adventures before I sacrificed her to save the group, and create a better character, now that I knew what I wanted. I played Werewolf: The Apocalypse®, Mage: The Ascension®, and Vampire: The Masquerade®. During that time, I wrote short descriptions of a driving feeling for each of my characters:

Werewolf

The forest at night. It is a place where the shadows play, and nightmares come alive; where things go bump in the night. The only light nature provides is the moon's luminescence and the pinpoints of the stars. Luna, glorious goddess of the night sky, makes her way overhead, pouring down her silver light to her children on earth. She shares her joy and love of the night by granting enough light that all creatures may see the night's beauty; behind her, the stars twinkle in endless laughter, caught in a joy beyond mortal comprehension. With the night, the land changes to a mysterious place; it is the time of the hunter. On a lonely hill, a wolf sings his mournful song to his own gods. Tonight we celebrate; we dance with Luna, and pray to Gaia. Tonight is the harvest moon; it is the night of the werewolf. Let the howl begin.

Vampire

The city rises before me, a living, breathing entity. It seethes with life, blood flows in the streets, and that life, that blood calls to me. I hunger in a way no mere mortal can ever comprehend. This is a hunger that can only be likened to mankind's need to survive. Just as the individual can go to extreme lengths to save himself, so too can I go to extreme lengths to feed myself. I am driven to it, and become as a beast of the wild when I must feed. And everytime I feed I am less human. I strive for a balance, how can I live without being a beast? I crave only one thing more than the hunger, I crave peace. I would suffer any torment, even the one that marked my birth into this horrific society that so repulses you; that pain beyond all pains, the denial of death. I want, no I need to find a way that I can continue to live without becoming the beast that I feel lurking inside of myself. My soul crys out each time the beast rises, and I feel something dying inside myself; the death of my soul is a slower, more extended version of the almost-death I suffered when I became one of the Kindred, and I cry out in agony to the uncaring city for release, for an answer. Can anyone hear me? Does anyone have the answers I seek?

Mage

Have you ever felt something inside yourself, a feeling that there is something uncompleted? I am not speaking of the feeling that you've forgotten something, but something deeper. Something that is always there, a tugging, as if part of you isn't being accessed? I have heard it well described as if there is a challenge somewhere that you would like to meet, yet you cannot identify the nature of the challenge, and so cannot begin along the path of meeting and overcoming it. That is how it was for me. No matter what I turned my mind to, it never challenged the part of me that craved exercise. A part of my mind or my soul that felt as if it was being withered, atrophying from lack of use. I studied many subjects, wearing myself to a thread in my efforts to find the subject that had to be there, that one snippet of knowledge that would lead me on a mysterious journey to a greater understanding of myself. I ached for it like nothing else. I cannot describe it any better. Do you understand of what I speak? Do you really understand? Good. I see you do, and I see that your understanding is because you too have this emptiness in your soul. I can show you the path you crave. The emptiness can be filled, if you will allow it. I can awaken your Avatar, and you will find that balance you crave, and then you can turn your mind to the battle for Ascension. Give me your hand, and join us.

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