http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/history-f6/-t1.htm Share accounts of your character's history here. Thu, 01 Oct 2009 19:49:02 GMT 10 http://i89.servimg.com/u/f89/13/79/50/32/forum_11.jpg http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/history-f6/-t1.htm http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/history-f6/let-s-start-from-the-very-beginning-t271.htm Krystel September 3rd, 2006. Las Vegas, Nevada, USA. Basement of The Venetian Casino A pair of suit-clad men sit at a table, going through boxes and boxes of files, each one originally owning to Mac Carter, previous Seneschal of Las Vegas. On August 11th, Mac's ghouls came forward and told Prince Benedic that Mac never came home. As Mac's long time friend, Benedic spared no expense in trying to find Mac, and after all efforts were spent, Benedic declared Mac dead, and requested that his ghouls ... History Mon, 07 Sep 2009 23:04:45 GMT http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/history-f6/let-s-start-from-the-very-beginning-t271.htm#2143 http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/history-f6/let-s-start-from-the-very-beginning-t271.htm http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/history-f6/ghosts-and-shadows-t293.htm asaipsyren Dust trembles off his his overcoat in a torrential cascade, creating eddies across the ruined, rotting floor. His landing is hard, yet silent as he crosses the room, all but invisible in his cloak of shadows. I wait in my vantage point, as he instructed. I'm on crowd control, sat up in my crow's nest and well stocked with blood packs. Deep down, I can feel something inside me screaming out the total insanity of this little scheme, but I suppose if any crazy son-bitch can pull this off, it'll ... History Thu, 01 Oct 2009 19:49:02 GMT http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/history-f6/ghosts-and-shadows-t293.htm#2501 http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/history-f6/ghosts-and-shadows-t293.htm http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/history-f6/heart-of-darkness-t173.htm Sokhar Nigeria, 1957 The torch guttered in his hand, casting shadows across the cool, earthen walls. This far underground, there should not have been any drafts to cause the flame to flicker, but still it strained to remain lit. It was as if the earth itself was willing the cavern to darkness, rebelling against the foreign intrusion of the light. Perhaps this was not far from the truth. It had not been easy finding the entrance to this natural (he assumed) catacomb. The entire area was plagued ... History Tue, 23 Jun 2009 04:21:39 GMT http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/history-f6/heart-of-darkness-t173.htm#1114 http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/history-f6/heart-of-darkness-t173.htm http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/history-f6/wide-eyed-lures-and-lordly-words-t166.htm Sheer Her first solo hunt. Suzette has been a "night person" for only a few weeks now, and most of that time has been spent in her new "father's" care, feeding from his servants and learning about her new capabilities. Her sire, Horace Morgan, insisted that she go to a nightclub and try to pick someone up to feed from in a more intimate setting, claiming that this is her "family's" preferred method of feeding, and would be easiest. To that end, he has taught her a trick, ... History Wed, 17 Jun 2009 23:24:35 GMT http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/history-f6/wide-eyed-lures-and-lordly-words-t166.htm#918 http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/history-f6/wide-eyed-lures-and-lordly-words-t166.htm http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/history-f6/embraced-by-a-god-t110.htm darkwarden Why do I feel so strange? Where is Lord Vincent? I have never been allowed to sleep in his presence before and I don’t remember leaving his shrine….. I hear him coming. Corey quickly gets out of bed and prostrates himself on the floor. As Vincent opens the door and enters the room - PANIC! FEAR! RUN! DEATH! I run to the corner and curl up in a ball “It is good that you fear me, I am your Sire. I am your god and I have gifted you with immortality. But you will ... History Sat, 30 May 2009 03:33:18 GMT http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/history-f6/embraced-by-a-god-t110.htm#440 http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/history-f6/embraced-by-a-god-t110.htm http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/history-f6/character-history-one-the-boxer-and-the-scar-t80.htm Arthur (Skab) Wallace Suburban Lansing, 1936. The boxing ring was lit by a few low hanging lights. The crowd, mostly day laborers who paid a bit a piece, were crammed into seats on metal bleachers that surrounded the ring on three sides. The smell of sweat and industrial grime was strong on them. Two officials sat at the scoring table, one scribbling down points for decision while the other minded a stopwatch and bell. A third official moved in the corner of the ring. And in the center of the ring, Arthur Wallace ... History Tue, 26 May 2009 02:26:04 GMT http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/history-f6/character-history-one-the-boxer-and-the-scar-t80.htm#239 http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/history-f6/character-history-one-the-boxer-and-the-scar-t80.htm http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/history-f6/strange-how-it-works-out-t78.htm Nil It is strange how it works out, how trying to run a job that kinda hints of legit gets you sunk into a pile of shit. Should have kept it to banks and security trucks getaway jobs; You don't go years with your hands untainted, I do have a body count from botched jobs - but its pretty straightforward. No mumbo-jumbo crap to deal with. I mean, sure, I didn't go unscathed through the years I kept plowing Detroit but not kind of stuff. I did land a couple of times in the stand, as a defender, ... History Mon, 25 May 2009 21:05:05 GMT http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/history-f6/strange-how-it-works-out-t78.htm#228 http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/history-f6/strange-how-it-works-out-t78.htm http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/history-f6/local-cuisine-t70.htm darkwarden We had been travelling for days, trying to throw off the hunters. Stopping only to kill those that got too close. I Hungered. My ghoul, Jake, was almost depleted as well. We needed to stop running for a while to feed and needed to be able to hide our trail. So I had Jake take us to the next major city we could get to - Atlanta. Jake had already picked up the local newspaper rags for me to search through when I awoke. I flipped the pages until I found the ad that suited my needs. I called ... History Sat, 23 May 2009 23:23:16 GMT http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/history-f6/local-cuisine-t70.htm#191 http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/history-f6/local-cuisine-t70.htm