Gross Childe

Snakes and snails and puppy dogs' tails (preferably freshly severed and dripping). Yep. Most kids go through their "gross" phase and outgrow it, much to their parents' relief. You never did. Slimy things under rocks, monster movies, practical jokes, sick comic books and cards - these things fascinated you. By the time you were 10, you could turn the stomach of any other kid in school.

Sure, you couldn't get a date and most people either avoided you or pushed you around, but wasn't it fun to get 'em back by sticking worms down their dresses or throwing stink bombs into their new Accords? The only real sign of maturity you displayed was the increasing sophistication of your pranks.

After one particularly convoluted escapade involving the girls' lavatory, 16 pickled invertebrates from the biology lab, several vials of hydrofluoric acid from the chemistry department, and your English teacher's new suit, the rest of the world had finally had enough. You were expelled from school, and your exasperated parents made arrangements with a noted military academy.

The night before you were to be shipped to your doom, a creature crawled through the window and sat at the foot of your bed. Anyone else would have been horrified by the creature's appearance or what it proposed to do to you, but anyone else hadn't watched Destroy All Monsters! 57 times. You thought becoming a feared monster of the night sounded cool and eagerly entered the world of the Damned.

Boy, unlife sure is fun! You've got so many targets - stuffy Ventrue, geeky Tremere, pretentious Toreador - you don't know what to do with yourself.