[Hunter: the Vigil] Being Badass
Sep. 22nd, 2008 09:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fiat_knoxSomeone recently posted on the WW site about "badass hunters." My reply:-
Hunter doesn't hinge on characters "being badass." If you want combat mavens, go and play D&D.
The subtitle says it all: The Vigil. The characters have a long and lonely road awaiting them, with an uncertain future of worse badasses than they and a whole lot of promised pain on the horizon. Emphasise that to them. Let them listen to the howls on the wind one night. So damn many. Let them see the vampires, striding along the street as if they own the town - chances are, they do.
A pross peels off the wall, approaches a large black Cadillac with tinted windows. She leans down to show the merch to the customer within. A cloud of black shadows belches out of the window, enveloping the girl. In a moment, only a Cadillac stands in an empty, windblown street.
Three people meet in the street corner in front of the home of [one of the badass characters]. They stare silently into the window, and walk away. One of them slipped another one a note before they part company.
And every two months, the windows of St Martha's Church on the corner of Tenth and Agyeman glow with an eerie, sickening green light. Always on a Tuesday night, and always the night after another new girl makes her debut on the side of a milk carton.
Show them a darkness that you cannot defeat with "badass."
Hunter doesn't hinge on characters "being badass." If you want combat mavens, go and play D&D.
The subtitle says it all: The Vigil. The characters have a long and lonely road awaiting them, with an uncertain future of worse badasses than they and a whole lot of promised pain on the horizon. Emphasise that to them. Let them listen to the howls on the wind one night. So damn many. Let them see the vampires, striding along the street as if they own the town - chances are, they do.
A pross peels off the wall, approaches a large black Cadillac with tinted windows. She leans down to show the merch to the customer within. A cloud of black shadows belches out of the window, enveloping the girl. In a moment, only a Cadillac stands in an empty, windblown street.
Three people meet in the street corner in front of the home of [one of the badass characters]. They stare silently into the window, and walk away. One of them slipped another one a note before they part company.
And every two months, the windows of St Martha's Church on the corner of Tenth and Agyeman glow with an eerie, sickening green light. Always on a Tuesday night, and always the night after another new girl makes her debut on the side of a milk carton.
Show them a darkness that you cannot defeat with "badass."
