Not my VtM pc trying to convince the Kindred that humans should not be trusted, underestimated, or be treated like cattle because Kindred can't even look at the Sun without dying. So he asks his Sire, when was the last time he saw sunrise not rendered through a TV screen. But if he wants to know when he, Samir, last saw the Sun, it was just a few days ago when his human sister who had, without notice, showed up at his doorstep in Paris, pulled the curtains away for a good morning sunshine, and it fucking hurt.
Lest Sire forgets, no one is born Kindred. Everything Kindred are is a wooden house built on the solid foundation of mortal humankind. And because mortalkind is mortal and fragile, they have it in them to be so much more clever and vicious than any vamp. You can't control them, not really. Everything within the embraced world is dependent on what the mortals do, and so it is high time to find a way of living for the Kindred that doesn't boil down to delusions of grandeur, vampkind convincing themselves that they are somehow better than mortals just because they can talk to pigeons and mind manipulate mortals. Because lest Sire forget that too, mortals also control other mortals, and unlike vamps, they don't have to rely on magic.
I did not expect Samir to become a baby revolutionary. He's an idiot! His IQ tops out at 75!
He had to get a CPAP machine to convince his sister that he isn't breathing at night because he has severe sleep apnea for fuck's sake. What part of that says 'superior race'?
That being said, he's begun to get more ruthless because our other players play their characters as complete sociopaths to the point where Samir just kind of gave up, saw a dying man and was like 'you will die in a few minutes. I break the Masquerade, I will drink your blood with or without your consent because you'll be dead anyway, but look, your guts are spread all over the tarmac, and here's a fun fact, my bite will get you stoned, you will be soooo high.'
And the dying man was like 'fuck it, fly me to the moon then'
Aand yet Samir still felt so bad about it after. He mostly sources his blood from animals dying behind a dumpster, or the butcher's shop. Definitely a character who embodies the difference between wisdom and intelligence. He was vegan in Eastern Europe long before veganism was cool or even consistently sustainable. Instinctively knows what's up, but he's convinced that 4x4=8, and that the word 'daddy' is written as 'dady.' and that the Sun is not a star, it's the Sun. But every star is technically a Sun, yet he's like no. Our sun is the sun, and stars are just silver dust, and every star is the size of a pinprick. Oh god, and that babies are born when man inserts his thingy into her thingy and stays there, immobile, for one minute. Funny thing being, he's a particularly promiscuous gay man so he thinks all the pumping and blowing is just 'gay stuff'. He also fully believes there's a näcken in his ancestral home's pond. It was a lie told to him by his grandmother when he was a boy, and he is fully intent on going back home once the war ends to try and talk to the näkk for relationship purposes.
There is no näkk there. There's only frogs, his grandmother had to tell him to his face, it was a lie, but he doesn't believe it. Though I suppose eho can blame him, VtM means as ll kinds of mythical creatures exist in this world. It's just that there is no näkk in that pond.
And finally, that teeth are made of sour milk because he once heard that milk and teeth both have calcium, and that something has to explain the sour taste in his mouth in the morning. Therefore, teeth are just solidified sour milk. He does not know what calcium is. He thinks it's a rock. You can see how he arrived at his conclusions and there are grains of truth there, but he's genuinely a bit of a dumb dumb when it comes to fax and logick. Stubborn, too.
Once again I apologise for bad typing, my mind goes a mile a minute, and I am not really a phone typer, I vastly prefer a mechanical keyboard.
