Malkavian (M)

You are a Malkavian, utterly insane, charismatic, and unstable. Your blood has corrupted your mind, filling each and every crevasse with voices of the unheard and thoughts that ravage you at night and drive you further into insanity during day, the name Malkavian isn't just a family, it's a lifestyle, one of extravagance and excess, and as such your mind has deemed it necessary to commit your tongue to language fit to the highborn noble you are, often times you'll find yourself being frowned upon in confusion as you spout unnecessarily complicated sentences, but of course, the poor drivel that aren't able to understand you wouldn't be worth your time anyways.

You look around at the grungy motel room, the stained carpet, molding curtains and turn your nose up in disgust, how you lived here at all you cannot fathom, it reeks of poverty and filth, you step outside into the motel hallway and find yourself only more displeased by your surroundings. A woman in the hallway looks at you queerly, eyeing your pale shirtless torso with more than just curiosity. "New here?" she asks you, you smile and walk closer until you are nearly eye to eye with her. "I'm new, but I've been around baby." What the hell did you just say.

Against all odds, the woman reciprocates with a mischievous smile.