Campaign of the Month: October 2017
Blood and Bourbon
Roman 'Choir Boy' Freeman
Roman ‘Choir boy’ Freeman is an odd one. He was a kid in Algiers, when he started Gangbanging in the central district to get by. But unlike most gangbangers he kept to his roots, always returning to Algiers at the end of the day to pay for his momma’s medicine and to pray at her bedside for her health. Diabetic, with her legs missing and her vision gone, he was her primary caretaker. Lucky for him the incense in the house in the name of god kept her from picking up the smell of gun smoke and blood on his jacket.
Despite his profession, Momma Freeman raised a god fearing boy. Always said his Hail Mary’s, always got her looking her best for church, always cleaned his bills before dropping them in the pan. Always dropped to his knees to confess his sins before god almighty in all his grace, praying for a job to come by that’d be enough to support his momma. Painting with cans was his passion, he prayed it’d help his momma get well. Not that that was a worry for very much longer.
After her death, the boy spiralled. Not only did he take control of his gang, but in one night they wiped out half the gang on the other side, and inducted the other half.
On top of his tiny empire, he still wasn’t happy, taking to wandering the city with a bag full of spray cans looking for canvas. That’s where City Hall came in. Tagging the entrance, he was approached by a cloaked figure and 3 big men in suits. Private security goons, and Roman was NOT in a mood to be messed with. With some creative use of a spray can pressure, and a hail of glock fire, the three ghoul bodyguards were dead on the floor. That’s when the cloaked figure with 4 bullet holes in him pulled his cloak back. And everything changed.
Gus “Gutterball” Elgin was on his way to attend to matters of Elysium when they stumbled onto the vandal slash snack. But now he needed replacements for the 3 ghouls assigned to him, and the mortal fast and smart enough to take all three of them down would do. Roman saw this in a different light. This twisted man whose emissaries he had murdered, it had to be an angel. Jude 1:6; ‘And the angels who did not keep their positions of Authority but abandoned their proper dwelling – these he has kept in darkness, bound with everlasting chains for judgement on the great Day”. This appearance, the invincibility, the blood that made him feel like a holy warrior.
Since that day, Roman is the fanatic guardsman of Elysium and ghoul handyman, messenger, bodyguard, and whatever else his holiness needs. Getting his orders via text from his reclusive angel, nearly worshipping him, and holding every other Kindred in the highest esteems, feeling privileged to walk the halls of Elysium with an assault rifle. For there was Hebrews 12:22; ‘But you have come to Mount Zion, to the city of the living God, the heavenly Jerusalem. You have come to thousands upon thousands of Angels in joyful assembly’
Roman wholly believes that he is serving god in his position, tireless and fierce in his duty. Putty in the hands of his dominator, and a kneeling servant to kindred kind and the Masquerade. After all, mortals weren’t deemed worthy to look upon their angelic saviors yet.