this is my vtm oc. this is also the chupacabra.
i don't mean that metaphorically — i actually decided, what if el chupacabra was actually a nosferatu ? i mean, a little disfigured vampire-dog-alien crawling around mexico ? how could i resist ?
NONE of the players knew. (apart from one — who thought it was obvious so said nothing). I was in this play-by post, playing this cryptid, that i named CHOO, for FOUR MONTHS before i revealed this. choo itself didn't even know this; it stopped putting down sophisticated memories when it went feral for about 100 years. some ventrue had to use forgetful mind to dig out the memory. after revealing that they'd got in trouble, the ventrue asked how. the response was this:
"Kindred not, not want, not want seen…Choo seen, seen lots…Delores say, say Choo is famous. Lots, lots know, know Choo, Choo long name."
another ventrue cottons on and loses his fucking mind. i switch the tupper i'm using from one that has the display name 'Choo' to 'El Chupacabra'. the server's having a complete breakdown. i am cackling.
i changed its design slightly so it's covered in hair rather than mangey because like,, if it didn't, everyone would see it's just a vampire'd child.
(cw: body horror, teeth)
here it is !
some of my favourite interactions with this character have been its early ones. it had never seen another non-nosferatu before, so the first one it meets, it insists:
"Sherriff, I is friend. You take off face now." It cocks its head, seemingly unaware how unnerving it sounds.
i love this character. it had no idea that kindred can just look like that, and tried for ages to get the Sheriff to stop using mask of many faces. except it doesn't know all of those words. so that's how it decides to express that.
this is the character introduction !
You knew it was a mistake not to call that taxi.
One moment there's nothing in front of you, the next, there's…something there. In the gloom of the alley, your first instinct would be to say it's an overlarge shaggy dog, had it not been for the spines down its back. As it cocks its head to examine you, you glimpse through pale gold fur a single orbish protrusion on its head, bulging with manic energy, that you can only assume is an eye. It blinks, and two separate eyelids move to cover its ungodly, reptilian stare. It seems like an animal, but for the way it moves, observing you; that, and its front paws, which are very clearly hands — if, large gangly hands, with too many joints. Its back paws are very clearly paws, stemming from legs that, were they human, you'd say they bent the wrong way. The other sign of humanity is that it wears a patchy loincloth. It starts to crawl toward you, in a distinctly human fashion, and you realise with a sickening lurch to your stomach that it must be a child. Choo the Nosferatu lowers its jaw to show you, friend, its best feature — a mouth glutted with keen teeth, gleaming in the light of the far-off streetlamp.
But then you run.
The sound behind you — is it a padding or a scuttling? Your clumsy human feet aren't up to it, and now you've shown your hand; friends don't run.
Runners are prey.
hope you enjoyed blorbo #3 ! unlike the other two cunts, this is my baby and can do no wrong. also. to avoid breaking the masquerade, it walks around in a little dog coat and wellies.