The Man Himself: Count Fucking Dracula

The Count is educated, sophisticated, a man of letters. If you make this man beat you down, itll piss him right the fuck off.
By Russell Bailey and Ben Baugh Aliases: The Count, Big D.
DIARY ENTRY: Felix

The alleged Count Dracula co me s ha nd -in -ha nd wi th en vulgarity. Attempts have be made to keep this document readable. C. Hardiaken.

So I step out of the bar to get some air, figuring Ill leave D inside to enjoy his crowd of admirers. I dont know why anybody gets excited when a guy that big wins at arm wrestling. Probably they just like it when a guy that big does anything. I take my drink with me, and she only complains a little. While Im sipping, I notice a car driving low-speed about a quarter mile down from where the gravel parking lot starts. You can see a long way out here in the desert, especially when youre like me and your eyes are good for picking up troubl e. My hands are good with trouble, too, but the girl in my arms isnt fighting it, so I hide out a little and watch the car over her neck. Doesnt take me long to figure out why the rustbuckets going slow. Its only keeping pace with a woman, if one far better looking than the jailbait Im draining. Shes got dark skin, dark curly hair down to about her shoulders. Shes not wearing much, but its obvious she picked out what shes wearing. Her look makes me think Mexican, and I even start to wonder how hungry I am. But gradually she gets close enough I can see her tattoos, and I realize Im not touchi ng this one. D might kill me. About thirty yards out she makes a sprint for the bar. Bad idea; shes already to the gravel and the guy in the car just floors it. Bumper hits girl, girl goes flying, and car comes spinning across the gravel. I gulp down the rest of my drink and get ready to fade back inside. Guys are getting out of the car and a scene like this watches just as well from a window. But then I see where the car skids, see where it stops, see what it hits.

Dracula
You do not fuck with Count Draculas bike . It doe s not mat ter whe the r the Cou nt is riding a fine custom chopper or some Japa nese mac hine with a pret ent ious viki ng nam e. It does not matter whether you have hea rd of me or not. The bike is mine and the bike does not get fucked with. I am sad that I am going to have to mak e an example of these men, because they are holding blunt instruments in a fashion tha t suggests they do not fear the Count. Tha t suggests that they are stupid, but also brave. The Count feels a little sorry as he sepa rates the first ones arm from its socket. Ive cracked the second ones skull with it before somebody shouts Quin es usted? Mot her fuc ker, ain t you eve r hea rd of Count Dracula?

If the sucker had, he might have realized that (swift dismemberment aside) the Count is not a brute. He approaches me from beh ind, cursing loudly, assuming perhaps that I will turn to face him, that I will lead with my head and my arms, that I will lunge. His assumption is inco rrect, as it does not consider that my leg can kick backwards and smash his most important assets. In the end four men have died in a was te of bravado and good blood. I am perturbed by this, and perturbed by the fact that the indirect cause of this altercation, the young woman is not being spirited away by Felix for immoral purposes . The Count may be a thinking man, but Felix is a pervert. I help her to her knees, then her feet. The blood glazing the side of her face flatters her. The Count considers the merits of perv ersion. And then I see her tattoo.

Dracula
The Count is a man who pays attention to little details. It is a point of pride. Also, recognizing s a knife can tell one a things like how a man hold how lot about how willing he is to stab with it, and Licentiousness aside, good his chances might be. her I am struck by the girls tattoos, and realize chosen to reveal them. clothing was deliberately good The Count appreciates many fine things, and ink wasnt art. It was a ink is one of them, but this read it. writ, a contract. Of course the Count could se tattoos owed something Educated, remember? The more to the Los Hermanos del Cadver and something garb, feathers and goreto Huitzilopochtli in his warbirds spattered cape, and about her throat humming almost rockabilly. flew, circling to her left, She was a peace treaty - murderous old ded Huitzilopochtli on her belly, his left-han ld be hummingbirds. Somewhere on her wou like the names of princes worked into the ink the picture puzzles, a little of their blood in ir ink to give the treaty a measure of the more immortality. The girl would be a little t than mortal not a thrall, but she wouldn ties get sick, and shed age gracefully. Trea of live a hundred years easy, unless a car full legbreakers beat their brains out. I say to the girl, Take off your clothes.

DIARY ENTRY: Felix The Count is not a man to waste time! He drags his eyes all over her exposed skin, and then tells her to get her kit off right there in the parking lot. Id have had her shivering and goosebumped, watching the delicious things that happen when blood rushes to exposed skin, the blush of shame becoming a flush of wantonness... what was I saying? But the Count doesnt believe in mind-tricks, but then hes got a magic all his own something about being a seven foot beefbus with eyes that could stare down his own reflection (if, of course, he had one). And so she did. The Count would call me an ignorant philistine, unable to appreciate art, but theres art enough in lines of a woman by moonlight and fizzing neon to fill my wither ed soul. The Count turned her around and around slowly with hands hed just murdered four men with, and she let him do it with hardly a shiver. By the third turn, I was sure shed been in hands as cold as his before. He squatted down, bringing his head level with her back, and nodded once at what he saw there, two complicated intertwined patterns I couldnt quite make out. Then he stood, grabbed her with one arm and leaped over to his fallen bike. To me he roared, Felix! As these things must, we broke the bars window s peeling out in the gravel.

Multitasking is not talking on the telephone while sending email. Multitasking is riding a custom cruiser with drilled out pistons and more torque on the low end than a drag racer on a half-gravel road with a screaming naked woman clinging to your back while men in a half a ton of Detroit steel try and drill you with 9mm and .45 bullets. The Count will kill a motherfucker who complains about the workday to him. Felix was following on his embarrassing recent The Count if you even believe he exists attracts rumor like flies acquisition a shiny black sci-fi thing. One of to spilled blood. Its almost impossible to believe a modern vampire those big Japanese scooters with 450cc engines. hip to the new age would even dare carry that name. Big D... theres Possibly the worst thing about it was that it no more iconic name associated with the vampire than that one. But could keep up with the Counts machine. As one thing thats important to remember when dealing with the Count the Count said, Felix is a pervert. is that he has no sense of irony at all. He says he is Count Dracula, and fuck you if you have a problem with that. But the pervert could see to his own wellbeing. In a weird way, hes guileless and honest. Look at the guy hes a meatThe Count does not usually run from a fight, grinder, a tattooed cycle viking nearly seven feet tall, and if you piss him but unlike me, the treatys delicate skin would off hell punch in your teeth, grab your tongue and eat it. be cut and her The names on her back were powerful in the Sout How could the Mans true nature be writ any larger? But bones would be h of the Americas, and the political algebra added theres the flip-side, because anybody big and willing to broken the up to an ugly war. A whisper of lust from the do horrible horrible things to people can be a thug, yet fragile magic in Beast suggested perhaps war would in the end be theres actual poetry in the Counts soul. Yeah, alright, its the ink destroyed. better one Prince toppled, and the survivor more mostly poetry about the beauty of atrocity, but its lyrical. The treaty was secure, but the Count did not become the man he So if theres a big secret to the Count, its that everything supposed to be is today by letting cock or fang do the thinking for the Man says about himself is true, but he doesnt say fragile, to symbolize him. Leave that to Felix. Preserve the treaty now, everything. Hes got no problem lying for expediencys the fragile peace, and in calmer moments determine whether war or sake, but theres absolutely nothing about himself hed which is the only the continued peace serves best. If its to be war, conceal with deception. He really is the rightful holder kind possible for well... Id save a little for Felix. of the title. He really is a Man of Education. He really Princes of our The Count is a generous man. is a man one does not mess with. kingdoms.

The Count in the World of Darkness

But where the Count is elemental, hes surrounded by the spectral if hes a Count, where are his lands? Hes highly mobile, seems independent of factionalism, and yet seems to pop up in places where secret Kindred cold wars turn hot. On nights of long knives, his is often the longest, making some think hes some kind of freelance enforcer, but thats not the case at all. The Count has an agenda, and hes got an insight into Kindred politics few can guess at. The elder Dracula fought monsters, within himself and without, but what he really fought was chaos. In his life and his Requiem, he sought to impose order and stability through the judicious application of extreme brutality. His namesake does the same astride a massive custom motorcycle, engine thundering subsonic like summer storm-call. He arrives and to all appearances throws a situation into frenzied pandemonium, with limbs and blood and innards thrown about the place with an almost festive profligacy. Yet when he roars off racing the dawn, and the survivors pick up the pieces and get their Requiems back on track, they find that things generally work smoother, like the machinery of Kindred society had been tuned up, been well greased. This leads some to reconsider the intrusion of the Count into their lives, until they remember that the machinery has been greased mostly with blood. The Counts agenda is simple: the Kindred will survive... though he makes no guarantees about whether you will.

Yeah, okay, so hes scary and all, but what you really gotta worry about is his mom. Nomadic Kindred may be numerous, but to the settled kind, theyre still scary and exotic. City vampires get all superstitious and look for connections where there might not be any. The number one speculation surrounding the Count, and one he has never been known to confirm or deny, is his specific lineage: that hes the grandchilde of Dracula, by way of the Unholy. Story goes like this: Dracula Senior had this prim and proper bride, right? And somewhere along the way, she snapped or she got snapped and went crazy on the back roads of America, and maybe there were Indians and now shes got claws and blackbird powers or something. Thats the Unholy, and you best get out of her way. So one time some guy doesnt get out of her way and she claws his guts out and he bites her ear off and shes impressed. So she brings him back to life, but theres more to it. Hes smart. She makes him smarter. She takes him to some crazy monastery and teaches him discipline and control and self-knowledge and all of the things the original Dracula taught her. And then she tries to snap him, like she snapped. And she fails. He stays cool and collected and practically zen, and she flies off in a cloud of black-winged birds. And the Count just dusts himself off and finds himself a dive bar and a good book. Hes a biker, right, so hes got girls. Only hes Dracula, so they aint girls; theyre Brides. Old Dracula started a revolution. He was methodical, eventually even enlightened. In many ways, the man for his time and place in the Fog of Ages. Some Kindred say that this Count is also the man for his time, and that he, too, leads a revolution. They say that the Count is taking the beautiful and the bestial and the badass and making them into something more, that he is teaching them not to hide behind mortals but to take what they need and never look back. These Kindred have become his Brides.

Rumors

The Brides, supposedly, are a group of roving Kindred structured like an outlaw motorcycle gang. None of them were turned by the Count theres still just one Dracula but they follow his way of life, his philosophy. Whether or not he actually leads them is a subject of debate, mostly because nobody wants to imagine the Count at the head of an army. Brides of Dracula can be boys or girls, and they dont heed the Traditions as such. Instead, they make their own way, help each other out, and have a good time every night of their Requiems. Like the Count, they leave big messes behind. But somehow, mortals still havent twigged yet that theyre out there. In the Southwest, folks say the Brides have been repatching Bruja. Folks say theres a war coming. Eight feet tall, pierced and tattooed, completely indestructible... come on, does that sound like a vampire to you? Yes, there are those who doubt the Count, who do not believe that he could really be Count Dracula. Those who doubt, however, still fear, and still talk. They say that he is not Draculas grandchilde, but his creation. In his quest to understand the Kindred condition, the story goes, the original Dracula sought to understand life and death directly. If fire was the bane of vampires, then it must be the basis of humanity in some way. So Dracula spent years seeking the fire within humanity, and ways to transform and refine it. He sought to transcend vampirism by creating a creature like a vampire, yet with the fire of a man. His creation was a hideous failure. Indeed, the massive corpse he raised could face the sun, and did not suffer a hunger for blood. It even burned within. Yet where the Kindred were cursed within, this creature carried a curse without, blighting any land it slept upon, forever ruining everything it touched.

Dracula abandoned the monster in disgust. Yet, in its crude way, it aped him and took on his identity, eventually becoming the Count of modern legend. Name: Count Dracula Clan: Gangrel Covenant: Unaligned Apparent Age: Mid-30s, difficult to tell with tattoos and piercings Mental Attributes: Intelligence 3, Wits 4, Resolve 3 Physical Attributes: Strength 4, Dexterity 3, Stamina 4 Social Attributes: Presence 3, Manipulate 2, Composure 3 Mental Skills: Academics 3, Investigation 3, Occult 3, Politics 1, Science 1 Physical Skills: Athletics 3, Brawl 5 (Dirty), Drive 2 (Motorcycle), Firearms 2, Larceny 1, Stealth 1, Survival 2, Weaponry 2 Social Skills: Intimidation 3 (Staredown), Persuasion 1, Socialize 1, Streetwise 2, Subterfuge 1 Merits: Brawling Dodge 1, Dirty Fighting 5, Fame 1, Giant 4 Willpower: 6 Humanity: 4 Virtue: Fortitude Vice: Wrath Health: 10 Initiative: 6 Defense: 3 Speed: 12 Blood Potency: 3 Disciplines: Animalism 1, Protean 2, Resilience 3 Devotions: Serpent in the Belly Vitae/per Turn: 12/1

Low Blow () Effect: This suggests a male target, but theres places on the female body just as sensitive and just as dishonorable to stick your boot in. Nail your opponent with a really nasty blow to a really sensitive area, and leave them swaying on their feet, trying not to vomit from the sick visiontwisting pain. A successful Brawl attack that generates more successes than your targets Composure causes them to lose their next action. Shank () Effect: You can fight with knives, small blades, shanks and other small improvised weapons using your Brawl skill rather than Weaponry. Suck it Up () Effect: As much as you know about dishing out the pain, youve also learned something about taking it. Quit whining and suck it up. Spend a point of Willpower, and ignore all wound penalties for the remainder of the scene. One or a Dozen, It Dont Matter () Effect: You know all the tricks for fighting more than one guy at the same time how to get them in each others way, hurt one bad to scare another, and psyche them out. Each opponent beyond the first youre facing in close combat adds 1 to your Defense and you can spend a point of Willpower each to make simultaneous additional brawl attacks on two or more of these opponents. I Said Stay Down! () Effect: After making a successful Low Blow, your victim has to make a Stamina roll. If successful, they only lose their next action like normal. If they fail, they go down in a mewing pathetic heap and clutch their ruptured vitals, turtling up in hopes that you wont keeping hurting them.

Legacy
Prerequisites: Strength (), Brawl () Effect: Your character has learned a brutal, artless form of fighting intended to inflict the most punishment on the most people as quickly as possible no elegance, no style, no forms, katas, training regimes or coaches. This is a way of kicking ass learned by doing it, by kicking ass until its as natural as breathing. Fighting dirty also teaches your character about getting his ass kicked, because theres no safe way to learn. You learn it by fighting in gutters and poolrooms, alleys, trenches, prison yards and biker bars. Hit first, hit hardest, hit last, and then kick his teeth in when he falls down. The best opponent is the one whos choking on his own puke and rolling on around on the ground clutching his smashed testicles. It says a lot about your character that shes fought often enough and hard enough to get this good at it.

Fighting Style: Dirty Fighting ( to )

Learn this devotion and a serpent wakes in your belly, rising up in coils around your spine and whispering in your ear when your allies call. Theres some mystical hoodoo involved you mark them at their temples and lips with your blood when you teach them how to whisper the magic words, and they sacrifice a little of their blood to the serpent when they do but once invoked you can sense their presence, their general condition, and you can find them wherever they are. Marking a friend costs 1 Vitae, and they remain marked until you decide to withdraw your protection of them. When they call the serpent, they spent a point of Vitae (or if mortal, take a point of bashing damage) and you can immediately sense them and know which direction they are in. You cant read their thoughts, but you know if theyre in pain and their general emotional state. If they are in trouble, you know it. If they move while the serpent is awake, you know how far and how fast based on how their proximity to you changed. Each call lasts a whole night, and then your ally must re-invoke it after sleeping. Serpent in the Belly costs 21 XP to purchase.

New Devotion: Serpent in the Belly (Fortitude, Animalism, Protean)

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