V5 New Orleans by Night

The world is a dark place. Every shadow contains a story, but also contains a secret, a dream, or a threat. Perhaps they contain all of these things.

You were a normal person, who lived a normal life. Maybe you had a family. Maybe you had a great job. Maybe you had a shitty job. Maybe you were "that guy" that lived at the end of the street and was rarely seen outside that caused people to make up rumors about you. Maybe you were a cop, or the mayor, or some banker or lawyer. Whatever you were, that's no longer you. You've died, departed the mortal coil, only you're still walking around, affecting the world.

When you look into a mirror, the person you see staring back may look like you, may move like you, but even so, you still don't recognize that figure in the glass. Its subtle but you can see it, you can see the predator, the monster staring back at you, and despite your most stringent bravado, that creature sends a cold chill slowly down your spine. Is that you? It can't be you. You're not a monster. Only...you are. You can't deny it for long. The monster you see staring at you is you, staring back at you with your own eyes.

The Hunger, the Beast inside, is what drives you now. You can't escape it, you can't truly control it, and you can't keep it pushed down and reined in for long. You no longer dine on salads or steaks, burgers or delicate multi course meals, you dine on the one thing that no one wants to spill: blood. Its sweet, metallic scent lures you out into the night, and is flooded with the very embodiment of whose body it flows through. The type of person is often defined by the taste of their precious liquid life that pumps through their bodies. And you have a taste for all types, or perhaps just one. You don't just roam the night. You ARE the night.

This is a Vampire the Masquerade 5th Edition game. More detail and flavor text will be added once the frame of the chronicle is built by the group as a whole.