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By day, you worked in a call center, selling aluminum siding to suburbanites. Bored out of your mind, you pretended to be kind and charming while you secretly imagined what it would be like to stab your annoying co-workers. The thought of murdering your first victim didn’t scare you, it excited you. For weeks you became increasingly obsessed with the idea, plotting what you would need to commit the perfect crime. When you were ready, you stalked, kidnapped, and killed your first victim in an abandoned rail yard. What’s more, you managed to dispose of the body without anyone discovering it, too — or so you thought.

You didn’t realize it at the time, but that fateful night changed your life, dramatically and forever. Despite your precautions, despite your careful planning, you had an audience. After you were finished, your admirer stepped out of the shadows. You are a true artist, he said, and all artists need patrons if they are to fully blossom into masters of their art.

The stranger’s face was a nightmare filled with promises and threats, his smile cold but not unpleasant. You suspected he was dangerous, but didn’t fear him when he picked up

one of your tools. Slicing open his wrist, he bid you to drink, to take in his power. The taste of his blood was tinged with a sweetness that made your soul ache. Just when you were about to bite down, to drink more of his intoxicating blood, your benefactor withdrew his wrist. In order to get more blood, he said you needed to earn each drink: one act of murder per month, in exchange for a single taste.

After you quit your job the next morning, you packed a bag and prepared to go on the run. You know your new life will be dangerous, but you aren’t worried. Not only have you finally found your true calling, you have someone to share your passions with, too.

Image: He is a blonde, trim man of Danish descent in his late 20s. He came from a middle class family, and grew up in the countryside. Though he has dark circles under his eyes and a crazed look, his features are otherwise plain, ordinary, and forgettable. He walks with a slight limp, and likes to wear striped polo shirts, jeans, and tennis shoes during the day. At night, however, he often dresses in black to hide the bloodstains.

Roleplaying Hints: You spend your daytime hours stalking your new subjects, recording details about their lives, studying multiple candidates. After you make your decision, you track your prey, waiting for the perfect opportunity to lure them back to your apartment. Not every subject is challenging to catch, but that’s not how you pick your victims. You base your decision on who you feel might best please your master.

After you’ve exhausted all your options, after you’ve fed, you and your master move on to the next town or city to start the cycle of killing and feeding all over again.