The cell in the basement of the Ordo Dracul chapter house sits open. Faint lights flicker as shadows dance and sway across the cinder block walls. These walls have multiple designs and words strewn across them, all in red. Atticus James sits on the floor, legs crossed in a lotus position. When he was a kid, he called it criss-cross apple sauce. He is shirtless, wearing only compression shorts. His head and face have been shaved leaving only a stubble, his skin is covered in white, ash or paint maybe, with red blood splattered about him. He prepares.
Candles around James dance with light as he meditates, focusing on within himself. Focusing on that dark living part of himself. They call it a beast, a creature, a parasite. None of that is true. It's him. It is the Gangrel, the man, the whatever he is. Batman and Bruce Wayne, The Punisher and Frank Castle, Aragorn and Strider. Two sides, same coin.
In front of Atticus sits a knife. It's nothing special. Not any kind of ceremonial blade or any such nonsense. Just a hunting knife that flashes red from the candle light and blood.
Dragons, please be aware, this is going to be a long thread for Ya Boy. So feel free to have your characters just stop in and check on him, or talk with him for a bit and bounce. I am in no hurry with this one at all. If you don't want to come in at all, that's fine too, can't promise this one is going to be super interactive from Atticus. Think of this one as a mix of a shared social and a shared glimpse.