The Spirits and Gods that once walked the world are gone. The causes of their deaths are many. Some faded from the world, forgotten by their followers. Others eroded into dust when their powers were extinguished. Many were felled by their fellows, who sought to postpone their individual demises.
The immortal masters, the terrifying lords that watched over the world have abandoned their sacred posts.
The Heroes that once guarded the world from the oncoming Darkness have disappeared or fallen. Now only monsters remain, stalking the night and preying on the blood of the innocent while they scheme in the shadows behind towers of steel. And while they bicker and plan, the Darkness continues forward to swallow the world whole.
Some are aware of this fact. Others are not. Some are trying to avert the coming catastrophe. Yet others wish to hasten it's arrival.
None of them can stop it.
As things stand, the entire World is doomed.
But, perhaps, there is still some hope.
For the Heroes of Legend, those who once moved mountains through sheer force of will, never truly died. They were imprisoned by those that once called them liege. They were kept away from the world for centuries so their tremendous power, paired with a Great Curse and Boundless Ambition, could harm the world no longer.
But as things stand, they are the only ones who could bring this world back from the brink of destruction.
For they are the Exalted.
And they were made to do the impossible.
Within an IHop restaurant that was two blocks away from a Walmart Superstore, two people were sitting in a booth near a window. Jamie Hudson sat with her food barely touched and glass still filled with ice cold water. She gulped nervously while pushing a stray lock of crimson hair from in front of her face. Her head hung low, black eyes darting through the building, purposely avoiding the person in front. Her white shirt felt tight against her pale skin, nervous sweat dripping down her neck. One hand kept gripping and letting go of her skirt, while the other was tapping at her phone on the table.
An audible, happy sigh forced her gaze up to see her companion finish the last of their sparkling water. Unlike Jamie who hadn't even touched her food, they had four empty plates stacked on top of each other. Jamie quietly thanked herself for working overtime at the office as she watched her friend call a waiter over for another order. She squirmed in her seat, eyes darting between the...
[] Man
[] Woman
...sitting across from her and the rectangular device on the table. As her gaze feel upon the bright screen and colorful apps on the phone, an image of the night before plays before her eyes. It disappeared the moment she blinked, but it didn't leave her mind. She waited for their server to leave and squinted her eyes with determination. Gathering her courage in a single, deep breath she said two words that had taken her the entire night to work up the courage to say, "I know."
Jamie snatched up her phone and opened up her videos before her friend could react. Next she held the device up to their face with her eyes focused on how they would react to what they saw.
Oh, this wasn't good.
You narrow your eyes as the video plays. It was recording of the night before. To be more precise...of your nightly....activities. It showed...
[] ...you being forced against a wall by someone else. They embraced you for a second before bursting into flames and turning to dust. (Solar)
[] ...you entering a graveyard alone and coming out with five people trailing behind you. But the thing was...they were all semi-transparent. (Abyssal)
[] ...you sitting in the middle of a gathering of strange, otherworldly monsters. The crimson skinned creatures were all bowing you, as an inhuman laugh left your throat. (Infernal)
[] ...two hulking, furred beast clashing with each other on a rooftop. One threw the other over the edge, watching it fall as its body shrunk and changed...into you. (Lunar)
[] It showed some stranger. Someone who was merely walking across the street. Then as they entered an alleyway, static overtook the feed. By the time it was gone you walked out of the alleyway...with the other person nowhere to be seen. (Sidereal)
[] ...you running beneath a street lamp a group of shouting men nipping at their heals. It seemed you would be caught when you reached a dead end...until your legs opened up and started glowing a strange color. Then you ran up the wall of a nearby building, losing your pursuers. (Alchemical)
Votes: Essentially, opening vote on Exaltation is three-fold. The first part is to, obviously, decide what Exaltation you have. Which will in-turn determine what powers you guys have access to. The second part is to decide what will be your main opposition in the game. It won't lock out the other Supernaturals, but it will determine which faction(s) you guys will focus on for the majority of the Quest. To wit:
Solar = Vampires.
Abyssal = Vampires and Wraiths.
Infernal = Demons and The Hungry Dead.
Lunar = Werewolves.
Sidereal = Mages.
Alchemical = Magies and Technocracy.
The last part is to decide the kind of difficulty level of the Quest. This is in no way a Hard-Coded Difficulty. It's simply a "guestimate" on my part:
Infernal = Easy/Normal: Infernals are Demonic Solars, so they already have the immense amount of power going for them. However, they have one major advantage over all the other Exalted: They know what's going on. They know the world is fucked, and that the throne of Demon Emperor/Empress will soon be empty. And they plan to get their butts in it. However, they'll have to go through the Yama Kings and the Kindred Of The East to pull it off...something not too hard considering....INFERNAL.
Solar/Abyssal/Lunar = Normal: Solars and Abyssals have the same ability to be absolutely broken like Infernals are. Unlike Infernals, they have no clue what they're doing. They don't know who or what they are, they don't know what they're doing here, they have no power base to call upon, they're on their own. Same thing with Lunars, it's just that they're more suited to being Loners because of their Exaltations. The main difference is that Abyssals will be drawn into the world of Vampire Politics by the simple fact that they exist. Cause...well they're basically edgier, more emo Vampires...with more power to throw around.
Sidereals = Normal/Hard: Sidereals are luckier than other Exalts in that they still have their "Outside of Fate, no one remembers me" Bullshit. However, they no longer have control of the Loom of Fate. So, once again, they're on their own. And they still don't really know what the hell is going on around here. Plus any Supernatural that actually tries to find out who or what they are will likely succeed. And once that happens...well things get bad for the Sidereal.
Alchemical = Very Hard: On top of not knowing what the hell is going on, being weaker than most of the other Exalted, and only being able to use a limited number of Charms at a time, Alchemicals have the worst starting position out of the Exalted. Unlike the others, they can't pass for human without either being in Dormancy (having no access to their powers for 12 Hours unless they force it, in which case any Charm switching they did is undone) or having specific Charms to hide their appearance. Top that off with how the Technocracy is gonna want them back ASAP, that none of the other Factions really have a reason to help them, and the Mages will be all over them if they find out what they are...basically the Alchemicals have the roughest start.
On the DB: I was going to include the Dragon-Blooded....but just couldn't figure out a way to include them. Sorry for those of you who enjoy DB or like playing as them.
On Editions: I'll be using the 20th Anniversary Editions of World of Darkness for rules. Mainly cause that's the ruleset Exalted Vs World Of Darkness was made to be used with.
Social (Primary):
Charisma: 1
Manipulation: 1
Appearance: 1
Caste Abillities:
Awareness:
Empathy:
Etiquette:
Expression:
Finance:
Law:
Politics:
Subterfuge:
Willpower: 5
Essence: 1
Essence Pool: 10
Anima Power: The Eclipse may spend 1 Essence to sanctify any oath she has personally witnessed, scribing the words of the pact on the air with Essence. Any who should break this oath suffers the wrath of Heaven and is afflicted with a subtle or obvious curse of the Storyteller's devising.
Now, it's not like you were looking for trouble that night. You were going through the same routine you did every night. Finish work, get something to bring home, eat, then sleep until tomorrow. This was a pattern that you hadn't broken for going on five years now. It was simple, relatively safe, and overall something you knew.
But that night. That one night out of hundreds, you decided to take the scenic way home. A little detour to spice up your walk. See some different environments for once.
Yeah, that turned out well.
You didn't even hear the guy come up behind you. You were just walking one minute, and the next you were dragged into an abandoned alleyway. You can still remember the rancid smell of his breath as he slammed you against a wall with one hand on your shoulder. Your attempts to push him off proved futile. The guy was way stronger than he had any right to be. He grabbed your head, forced it to the left, and started moving his open mouth towards your neck. Your confusion over what he was doing soon disappeared as you felt him bite down and easily pierce your skin.
There was a short pause as your mind tried to make sense of what was going on.
Then a bright flash of light, an inhuman scream of absolute terror, the smell of burning flesh, and you dropped to the dirty concrete below. Just you, the darkness surrounding you, and the small pile of white ash that used to be a person left.
You got out of there as quickly as you could, went home, double checked your locks, and forced yourself to sleep, confident in the thought that no one else knew about what happened.
Looks like you were wrong.
Jamie slowly opens on eye as she keeps her phone held up in your face. She's likely looking for some kind of explanation about what happened. You can understand why. It's not everyday you see something like that. Even in your line of work as a...
[]...Boxer. When you found out you had a knack for beating others to a pulp, you didn't hesitate to turn it into a living. Sure you're essentially getting into a ring to either get beat up or beat some other guy up, but at least you're getting paid for it. Your talent has managed to win you most of the local matches, though nothing serious. (Dawn Caste, Primary = Physical, Secondary = Social, Tertiary = Mental)
[]...Self-Employed "Artists". Most of the time when people hear about your job, they laugh at you or try to suppress any judgment. Then they see how much money you make off drawing stuff for random people on the internet. Then they stop laughing and start realizing that, yes, if you're willing to swallow some of your pride you can make bank indulging in others...proclivities. Sure it doesn't pay all the bills, but it's enough to keep you alive. And lets you keep improving your art skills. (Zenith Caste, Primary = Social, Secondary = Physical , Tertiary = Mental)
[]...Private Detective. Though you'll openly admit, you're no Gumshoe or Sherlock. You've taken all kinds of jobs from all kinds of people. Companies, concerned individuals, insurance companies, banks, you name it. If someone needed some information, you tried to be there to get it to them. It didn't always give you anything complex or serious, but it did usually end with you getting paid. (Twilight Caste, Primary = Mental , Secondary = Social, Tertiary = Physical)
[] ...Professional Thief. You suppose another appropriate title would be, "White Hat Thief". You get hired off the cuff by corporations and otherwise to steal from them. Why? So they can find the holes in their security and close them before they become a problem. It pays the bills, and you get to break the law with the backing of the law. (Night Caste, Primary = Physical, Secondary = Mental, Tertiary = Social)
[]....Local Political Clerk. You're not anyone famous. You doubt most of the public even knows you exist. Likely think you're job isn't something that needs anyone watching over it. But if you weren't there to make sure that the right people got into the right meetings, a bunch of stuff that this community has wouldn't even be here. People have to go through you if they want to talk to anyone of actual standing. Meaning you've had plenty of time to improve your social skills and social standing. (Eclipse Caste, Primary = Social, Secondary = Mental, Tertiary = Physical)
You've seen weird stuff before. You're sure everyone's got one story of something strange they've witnessed in their life. But what happened that night...that was something else entirely. What likely would've been another random murder, somehow turned into a person spontaneously combusting right in front of you. With no clear reason why it happened.
And now Jamie had come to you to make sense of it all.
With a sigh, you slowly push the nervous girl's phone away. Your response is measured, careful, and above all..
[] Truthful: "Alright, I'll come clean. That's me. What do you want to know?"
[] Falsified: "And...what exactly are you showing me? A new viral video or something?"
[] Probing: "How and where did you get this footage?"
[] Deflecting: "Jamie, I knew you were good at Computer Graphics, but not this good! Almost looks real."
Long story short: The Character Creation of Exalted Vs World Of Darkness is, like almost all their games, heavy and involved. As such, rather than go through it all and dump a bunch of crap on you guys, I'm going to be splitting it up and truncating it a bit.
The first vote will not only decide your Caste and declare your Attributes, but it will also give me some inform on your character to better decide on what Backgrounds and Skills should be put up for the next Update.