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Everywhere, people crave salvation. On occasion, in Pittsburgh, it’s delivered. Your mugger is thrown across the street, the cop chasing you turns to run after the burning man, or the industrial press stutters to a halt moments before it pulps your hand. You go home and kiss your partner, hug your children and call your parents. Later that night you rub at your eyes, trying to get at the sparks of gold at the edge of vision as you try to force your memories of the event to make sense. | Everywhere, people crave salvation. On occasion, in Pittsburgh, it’s delivered. Your mugger is thrown across the street, the cop chasing you turns to run after the burning man, or the industrial press stutters to a halt moments before it pulps your hand. You go home and kiss your partner, hug your children and call your parents. Later that night you rub at your eyes, trying to get at the sparks of gold at the edge of vision as you try to force your memories of the event to make sense. | ||
− | Sometimes, that’s the end of it. You live for years on, and you often tell the stories of the day you were saved by the Golden Boy, the one who can do no wrong. Other times, your luck turns. Your house burns down - the files on your computer are uncovered, your friend | + | Sometimes, that’s the end of it. You live for years on, and you often tell the stories of the day you were saved by the Golden Boy, the one who can do no wrong. Other times, your luck turns. Your house burns down - the files on your computer are uncovered, your friend discovers his conscience and suddenly all sorts of questions are at your heels. Slowly, and then all at once, it all comes to an end. |
Because it turns out, you weren’t worth saving. | Because it turns out, you weren’t worth saving. | ||
Revision as of 20:18, 12 June 2022
The Golden Boy [NPC] | |
Masquerade Character | |
Pronouns: | he/him |
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Clan: | Clan Brujah |
Sect: | The Camarilla |
City: | |
Player: | Jacob Shpiece |
Appearance:
Everywhere, people crave salvation. On occasion, in Pittsburgh, it’s delivered. Your mugger is thrown across the street, the cop chasing you turns to run after the burning man, or the industrial press stutters to a halt moments before it pulps your hand. You go home and kiss your partner, hug your children and call your parents. Later that night you rub at your eyes, trying to get at the sparks of gold at the edge of vision as you try to force your memories of the event to make sense.
Sometimes, that’s the end of it. You live for years on, and you often tell the stories of the day you were saved by the Golden Boy, the one who can do no wrong. Other times, your luck turns. Your house burns down - the files on your computer are uncovered, your friend discovers his conscience and suddenly all sorts of questions are at your heels. Slowly, and then all at once, it all comes to an end. Because it turns out, you weren’t worth saving.
And the Golden Boy can do no wrong.
1989: The Golden Boy enters torpor.
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