Name:	"Pockets"	Nature:	Jester	Generation:	8th
Player:	Simon	Demeanor:	Bon Vivant	Sire:	Murdoch "$p00n" Vandross
Chronicle:	Verdant Falls	Clan:	Malkavian	Concept:	Digital Dreamer

Physical		Social		Mental
Strength:	●●○○○	Charisma:	●●○○○	Perception:	●●●○○
Dexterity:	●●●○○	Manipulation:	●●●○○	Intelligence:	●●●○○
Stamina:	●●●○○	Appearance:	●●●○○	Wits:	●●●●●

Talents		Skills		Knowledges
Alertness:	●●○○○	Animal Ken:	○○○○○	Academics:	●○○○○
Athletics:	●○○○○	Crafts:	●●○○○	Computer:	●●●●●
Brawl:	●○○○○	Drive:	●●●○○	Finance:	●●○○○
Dodge:	●○○○○	Etiquette:	○○○○○	Investigation:	●●○○○
Empathy:	●●●○○	Firearms:	●●○○○	Law:	○○○○○
Expression:	○○○○○	Melee:	●●●○○	Linguistics:	●○○○○
Intimidation:	○○○○○	Performance:	○○○○○	Medicine:	○○○○○
Leadership:	○○○○○	Security:	●●●○○	Occult:	●○○○○
Streetwise:	○○○○○	Stealth:	●●○○○	Politics:	○○○○○
Subterfuge:	○○○○○	Survival:	○○○○○	Science:	○○○○○

Malkavian Time	●●○○○		○○○○○	Computer Hacking	●●●●●
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Backgrounds		Disciplines		Virtues
Generation	●●●●●	Auspex	●●○○○	Conscience:	●●●○○
Fame	●○○○○	Dementation	●○○○○	Self-Control:	●●●●○
Contacts	●○○○○	Obfuscate	●●○○○	Courage:	●●●●●
Resources	●●○○○	Reality Hacking	●●○○○
Occult Library	●○○○○	Thaumaturgical Countermagic	●●○○○
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Merits & Flaws		Humanity/Path	Health
Clan Enmity (Tremere)	-2	Path of Humanity	Bruised
Deranged	-3	● ● ● ● ● ○ ○ ○ ○ ○	Hurt	-1
Phobia (Thunderstorms)	-3		Injured	-1
Eat Food	+1	Willpower	Wounded	-2
Ambidextrous	+1	● ● ● ● ● ● ○ ○ ○ ○	Mauled	-2
Catlike Balance	+1		Crippled	-5
Clan Friendship (Nosferatu)	+2		Incapacitated
Computer Adept	+2	Blood Pool
Blush of Health	+2
Disembodied Sire	+5
Clan Weakness
Permanently Insane.

Rituals		Experience
Name	Level	Total:	4
		Spent:	111
		Spent on:	Computers +1, Strength +1, Obfuscate +1,  Hacking +2,  Auspex +1
		Investigation +1, Empathy +2, Occult +1, Drive +1, Wits +1, Reality Hacking +2, Empathy +1,
		Conscience +1, Firearms +1, Dex +1, Countermagic +1
		Derangements
		Delusional (Sees the world as a Computer Program)
		Power-Object Fixation (Her Computer Equipment)

Name	Discipline	Roll	DC	Spend	Effect:
Heightened Senses	Auspex 1	N/A	Auto		Can be activated and deactivated at will. Sharpens all senses (but makes them more sensitive). Reduces perception difficulties by Auspex rating. Decreases difficulties in pitch darkness by 1.
Aura Perception	Auspex 2	Perception + Empathy	8		Character can sense the aura of a target. This functions differently with Pockets' dementia. Pockets has hacked her GUI to learn basic 'stats' on the character she is scrutinizing.
Cloak of Shadows	Obfuscate 1	N/A	Auto		Character disappears completely. As long as she remains motionless and not under direct light, only vampires with an auspex rating higher than her obfuscate can make a perception roll.
Unseen Presence	Obfuscate 2	Wits + Stealth (When detected)	Auto to activate. Varies to detect.		Character remains invisible. Moreover, people 'refuse to see' her, and will actively avoid bumping into her. Loud noises, attacks, or moving important objects may cause all around her to make Wits+Alertness DC7 roll to detect her. If detected, victim remembers all things he 'refused to see.'

Extended Merits & Flaws			Blood Bonds / Vinculi
Name	Effect	Description	Bound to	Level
Phobia (Thunderstorms)	Roll Willpower	Failed roll means Pockets shuts off her equipment and hides under a table until situation changes or storm subsides. If less than 3 successes, Pockets must stay indoors or immedeately seek shelter.
Clan Enmity (Tremere)	-2 to Social Rolls	Tremere distrust her, and believe she aided her sire in pilfering their secrets.
Computer Adept	-2 to Difficulty	Any rolls involving the Computer knowledge are at DC -2
Clan Friendship (Nosferatu)	+2 to social rolls	The Nosferatu of Verdant Falls took her in as a favour to their Manchester kin.

Weapons Weapon Accuracy Damage Range Rate Clip Conceal Combat Knife 0 STR+2 N/A N/A N/A J +1 to Initiative rolls. Throwable. Katar +1 STR+2 N/A N/A N/A J +2 to initiative rolls. +1 to soak when blocking.

Armor Type Blunt Blade Bullet Dex - Conceal Army Helmet 2 2 1 0 N

Gear (Carried)	Possessions (Owned)	Vechicles
Tablet PC Computer repair tools Umbillical dongle Goggles	Spare computer parts Electronics modification tools

Havens		Feeding Grounds
Place	Description	Name	Hunt Type	Hunt Roll	DC
The Alhambra	Any kindred can seek refuge here in an emergency.
Nosferatu Underground	Pockets knows the way in, but she's only welcome if it's the only refuge from Final Death.

Allies	Mentor	Contacts	Resources
	Murdoch "$p00n" Vandross was a legendary English hacker, and had a friendly rivalry with the London and Manchester Nosferatu. They respected his immense abilities, and his crowning achievement was beating the Nosferatu to a young girl who had breached a Nosferatu Database. $p00n met his end when he stumbled upon a Tremere data haven, and the warlocks didn't take too kindly to their secrets being compromised.	Pockets was delivered to the local Nosferatu by their Manchester brethren. They were instructed to help her get on her feet	Pockets runs a series of small-time embezzlement schemes on international banks and businesses. Ten dollars here, a hundred there, but all those decimals certainly add up...

Herd	Status	Influence	Fame
			Pockets' impressive skills have earned her a good reputation among mortal and Kindred hackers alike. Her infiltration of a Nosferatu database gave her a degree of notoriety among even the most tech-unsavvy of their clan.

Sex:	Female
Age:	18
Apparent Age:	17
Date of Birth:	August 4 1986
RIP:	June 10 2004
Hair:	Black
Eyes:	Blue
Race:	Irish / Chinese
Nationality:	English
Height:	5' 6"
Weight:	130 lbs.

The result of a rather odd (and unsuccessful) pairing of an Irish father and Chinese mother, her childhood was rather unpleasant. At an early age, she found her only escape in the realms of the digital, first playing early computer games, then coding her own. One day, however, her father brought home a device that connected her to the greatest game of all; the Internet. Pockets reveled in her digital playground. In real life she was weak and powerless, but here she was a goddess. She soon found that the only boundaries on the internet were her own skills, and soon she was bypassing major security systems and breaking into government websites. Her motives were benign; she only wanted to see how far she could go. Pockets made herself a reputation within the hacker community, and through chat networks they coded themselves, she and the hackers formed unique bonds; a covenant among thieves. One of the hackers she grew to know well was a man known simply as '$p00n.' This trendsetting individual devised many new, radical and sometimes downright crazy techniques that set the trends for hackers everywhere. She grew more and more fixated with the games and code as her family life in Manchester began to collapse more and more. She lived through her gaming characters, and her ideal online persona. Eventually she began to believe the lies she told her fellow Netizens. One evening, however, she began an assault on a database that would change her life forever. $p00n had given her the first clues, and she followed the trails that came after, until she came upon a seemingly impassable security system. It took days of preparation and tested the deepest extent of her coding knowledge, but she finally cracked into it. The database itself was quite disappointing. It appeared as if it was a list of furniture, store locations and prices. In reality, that's all it was, which was why she was able to break in at all. A local Nosferatu had been hired to furnish a Ventrue haven with the highest style at the lowest budget, and he had posted the shopping list online for his client. The information was not the point, however. The Nosferatu knew that a mortal had breached their security. She recieved a rather alarming message from $p00n moments after she had infiltrated the system: "The rats have rousted from their rank recesses. Flee into the Flock, fast." Her systems showed no signs of detection, but she had never had any cause to question $p00n or his unparalleled skill before. After giving her computers a quick pass with her bulk eraser, she slipped out her fire escape and dashed onto the streets below. As she walked through the dimply lit Manchester streets, she swore she could feel herself being watched. She dismissed it as merely the shock of getting caught, and continued on her way to the Shepherd's Flock, a popular pub among the younger folk in Manchester. The Nosferatu dared not take her in full public view, and were even less inclined to enter the Brujah's pub. However, they watched and waited. The girl would be theirs, or she would die. The Malkavian wouldn't win this one. Inside the pub, she was approached by a strange man. He was tall and well-groomed, and introduced himself as "Spoon." He was thin and pale, but then again so were most folks that spent their lives indoors staring at computer screens. Needless to say, she was relieved to see someone she trusted. He told her that she was being hunted by the people she had hacked, and they would not rest until she was dead. He pointed to shadowy alleys outside the bar, and for the first time, she could make out vague figures in the darkness. They looked distinctly...inhuman. They waited out their assailants for hours. Pockets found her comfort in the bottom of a bottle, but her friend merely watched the windows. Finally, he stood, dragging her up with him. "This could be rough," he warned her. And then, her memory became a haze. Horrible nightmare visions, wild delusions and crippling paranoia racked her as $p00n carried her through the streets of Manchester. Soon, she found herself safe and sane, inside a lavishly furnished basement apartment. It was here that her friend revealed his true name: Murdoch Vandross. Murdoch and Pockets coversed long into the night, and into the next morning. As they spoke, Pockets became more and more aware of the fact that his calm composure was only a facade. Beneath it, there was a madman; brilliant yet twisted. His skills sprang from a firm belief that the world was being corrupted by a massive spiritual entity, tying everything in the world together on intangible strands of information, and it was his mission to destroy those bonds by any means necessary. She was afraid, but still, the man saved her life from those...things. Murdoch slept the day away, but Pockets was wide awake. How could she sleep in the same room as a madman? How could she try and flee with those things waiting for her outside? Moreover, she was beginning to feel distinctly exposed. There was too much reality going on, and she lacked the escape of the digital world she had become to depend on. She craved the sweet escape of her games or to lose her troubles in the engrossing activity of pure coding. However, Murdoch's computer was too well-protected. Without an outside console she couldn't hope of breaking in. When the sun set that evening, Murdoch awoke to find Pockets asleep at his computer, half-finished lines of assembler code on a dos prompt shedding the only light in the room. The poor girl. She didn't believe his theories on the weaver. It was time to show her. The last moments of Pockets' life were a haze. She felt his hands on her shoulders, then his lips on her neck. At first, she thought he was making a move on her, but when she felt the fangs pierce her skin, confusion gripped her. It was like no pleasure she had felt before. However, even the pleasure of the Kiss was no match for the throttled panic as she realized the life was leaving her body. By the time the giddiness of blood loss overtook her, she was too weak to struggle against her captor. Pleasure, fear, and then darkness. But the nothingness of death would not hold her long. Through the haze of death, she began to feel her consciousness grow again. But it had only one thought. Hunger. Something warm was pressed against her lips, and against her will she bit into it. It was the most wonderful drug she had ever taken. Its taste was exquisite, and the rush it gave her chilled her to the very bone. Her consciousness shifted from pure hunger to pure pleasure. As the vessel ran dry, her min began to reform itself, but something was wrong...horribly wrong. Something broke inside her fragile mind, and the pieces were being put together all wrong. Any trepidation she may have felt at this feeling of losing her mind was fleeting, and forgotten. A new realization dawned on her. If ignorance is bliss, then madness is ecstasy. There was no need to escape anymore. Somehow, $p00n had taken her inside a digital world...yes, this was the only explanation. However, she retained the clarity of mind that being a creature of the Real gave her. She could see beyond the walls, beyond the objects, and into the code within. It was wondrous and exhilirating. Soon she ceased to care about the Real...this one was so much better. Murdoch taught her all she needed to know to survive in the Otherworld. Here, she was one of an exclusive hacked character class. She was rewarded with amazing powers in exchange for a code of secrecy. She wasn't allowed to let regular players know about it, or the GMs might get wise. $p00n also explained to her that it was important to drink the blood of the regular players to gain MP. It sustained her and her powers. This was a tough server, and even something as simple as running out of MP meant permanent character death. Sure, the server was tough, but she couldn't get over being INSIDE the game itself. $p00n introduced her to some of the other players rewarded with the secret character class. She was never really sure which players were real and which were AI. Most of the players refused to talk OOC when she did, and the AI ones were really well-scripted. Even though $p00n explained that breaking character made her look crazy to the AI, and could get her into trouble with the NPCs, Pockets still can't hold character all the time. They had a really complex ranking and team structure, especially for a class that's supposed to be secret, but she learned everything $p00n taught her. She just learned to play the game, and how to use her special powers. However, things got very bad for her very quickly. $p00n was hacking into a rival clan's database to find out some of their unique moves, and they found out. Pocket was tapping into the Real the following night when a few of the clanners broke down their haven door. One of them cast a spell, and PKed $p00n before he could even react. Then they hit her. They nearly killed her, but totally fried her computer. The destroyed electronics started a fire. Then the clanners logged out, and left her there to burn. Without her outlet to the Real, she couldn't interface very well in the Otherworld, and so she was forced to lay there as the room collapsed around her. As the flames grew hotter, though, the Beast(tm) player AI kicked in, and forced her to retreat. The next thing she knew, she was face down in an alleyway, her burning apartment nearly a block away. After what seemed like an eternity, she heard the sound of a sewer grate opening. Something stepped into view...some sort of goblin. It spoke english...how odd. "Awright, swizzle, don't get up," it said to her, prodding her shoulder. How could she react without her interface? All she could do was stare. After a few more prods, the goblin dragged her down to his underground lair. Sure she was afraid, but what could she do about it? The goblins had a surprisingly sophisticated computer network, with terminals scattered throughout their lair. Finally, an interface! She could move again as soon as she was within view of one, and finally explain her need. The goblin said she'd need to take that up with their King. The Goblin King was an upper-class toff if she'd ever seen one, but he explained that he knew and respected $p00n, and that he had recieved an e-mail from him moments before the Tremere arrived. It was simple and to the point: "Take care of Pockets. -Murdoch" The Goblin King gave her a shiny new tablet PC for an interface, and arranged for her character to be transferred to another server. Surely, he must have been a GM! The goblins put her in a wooden box, and told her that others would soon come and open her up. And so, Pockets took a trip across the ocean. Moments after her ship left port, the Primogen of the Verdant City Nosferatu recieved an urgent e-mail: Toodles! There's a Malkavian VIP aboard HMSS Alba Vardon. Arriving in 2 weeks, pier 23, lot #240, crate #7. Marked 'Light-sensitive material - Do not open.' She's marked by the Tremere, but I've managed to get the hunt called off. Still, the local Warlocks are out for her. They shouldn't be so rabid over there, but watch her back around any of those bastards. Just make sure she's taken care of. She's as good as one of us when it comes to computers, so make sure you keep her close enough that she doesn't get too curious. She's a little crazy, Phil. Try not to get too offended. Big love from across the pond, -Gary