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Vampire the Masquerade
Name:	millie		Nature:	Penitent		Generation:	9th
Player:	MillieCat		Demeanor:	Confidant		Haven:	Claudius' Mansion
Chronicle:	Dallas By Night		Clan:	Malkavian		Concept:	Homeless Street Urchin
Description			Backgrounds			Merits & Flaws
Mousey, meek, eerily intense.			Generation		X X X X O	Inoffensive to Animals Merit
Equiptment:			Herd		X X O O O	Shy Flaw, 2 other undisclosed flaws
Coat with large buttons, cell phone,			Mentor		X X O O O	Undisclosed Primary Derangement
lock picks, red ribbon			Status		X X X O O	Undisclosed 2nd Derangement
Virtues
Humanity:		X X X X X O O O O O				Conscience:	X X X O O
Willpower:		X X X X X X X X O O				Self-Control:	X X X O O
Blood pool:		X X X X X X X X X X X X X X O				Courage:	X X X X O

Pranks as a Neonate

Pranking the Council
The Prince of a neighboring city had suffered the Final Death, and I missed him muchly. Since I missed him so much, I thought the Primogen and Prince in my city must surely miss him as much as I, so, well, the dead Prince kinda made an appearance. 'Course, I did not get do see him, cause I was the one *appearing* him. ::grin:: Darn Torrie Primogen with that high Auspex. Sometimes, I have found, it pays to be wimpy and just too much of a bother to kill at the moment...

Pranking Ryk
You know that oh-so-cool rumble that a Harley makes? Well, there finally came a time when I HAD to figure out what made that sound. So, I crept out of the club I was in, found one parked near the back, and began taking it apart. All Harelys look mostly alike to me, but as I was disassembling it I kept having the feeling that this one looked particularly familiar. Then, the dim yellow streetlight that I was working by became blocked out. I looked up and saw the silhouette of Ryk, the Brujah Primogen, looming over me, his eyes bright and his teeth flashing, pieces of the Harley all around. Oh ya, this is HIS Harley. After a moment of terror, I realized that he was laughing is ass off, rather than removing mine. He wandered off, shaking his head and cackling something about having to go steal another one.

Pranking Joseph
After I had begged and begged, Joseph Tudor, the Tremere Primogen, PROMISED to give me a magic show at his mansion. He smiled at me, and said that it would be like a party. So, being kinda nice and stuff, I went up to the DJ at the Goth-club/Elysium where we were and told him to hand me the mic. (Told in that very special kinda *told* way :). He did, and I announced the Free Party at Joseph Tudor's waaay kewl and HUGE mansion. Ah, the crowd loved it as much as I did. Well, for some reason, ol' Joe turned even paler than usual, almost clear, it seemed. I of course, not wanting to leave such a gracious host in this odd turmoil, went over to see what was the matter. He told me that there would absolutely NOT be a party at his mansion. Doh. All sad, I went back and announced same. Hmmm... come to think of it, I have not seen Mr. Magicy at the club since. And I did sooo want to see the rabbit-hat thingy. :(

Primogen, Primogen, everywhere,
And me a little neonate.
It seems that I put quite the scare,
For they always take the bait ::smile::

More... advanced pranks censored. Find out in character, if you dare.

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