Zelig

Nobody likes the real you. You know that. You've always known it. The real 
you is far too boring and mundane. What people *do* like are others who 
resemble them. If you want to be liked, you've got to fit in. So you do. As 
you spend time around people, you become more and more like them. You don't 
take specific individuals' names or mannerisms, but you almost-
subconsciously work out the group attitudes and stereotypical behaviors and 
adopt them as your own.

Somebody will no doubt try to get you to spy for them. It'd almost work, 
but you'll be converted to the other side within a day.

Your greatest goal in unlife is probably to learn Viscissitude.

(Not an original concept, certainly, but one that would be challenging to 
play.)


Hero

You exist to help the downtrodden innocents of the world. Whenever you can, 
you go looking for wrongs to put right. Of course, sometimes there aren't 
any wrongs around that you can fix, but you still really *need* to help 
someone. So you arrange for some wrongs, then step in to save the day. 
Sure, somebody gets temporarily beaten up, and occasionally a little kid 
loses a finger or something, but you're restoring peoples' faith in 
humanity and setting a good example. Isn't that what's *really* important?


The Word Spewer

Every good little Malkavian knows of the Word Eater. Somewhere, he's 
gnawing away at words and concepts, trying to set reality free. Or is he? 
What if the reason that nothing makes any sense is because he went and ate 
all the words that explained it? And what if he did that because he wants 
to keep all the power to himself? That's not good. So, you try to fix it by 
putting back the words that he took out. You Dementate them into others' 
heads, inspire corporate consultants, and try to get at the master proofs 
for dictionaries. Sure, most of the words you create don't help a whole 
lot, but someday you'll hit one of the real big ones, and *then* they'll 
thank you.


Priest of the Small Gods

African and Caribbean loas. Native American tribal spirits. Thousands of 
gods from the Vedas. They're all around, frail and dessicated, starving for 
attention. You give it to them. You give them small gifts, maybe some blood 
if you're *really* feeling generous, and you do the little silly rituals 
for them now and then. In return, they give you information. What's going 
on, why it's happening, what you need to do. If you're willing to pony up 
some actual sacrifices, they say they'll even help you do it.

Like someone with OCD, you're constantly performing strange little rituals. 
Unlike OCD, your rituals are constantly different. Usually you're eccentric 
but harmless. Depending on what the gods tell you, though, you could cause 
someone serious problems. And then, of course, there's the question of what 
happens if a Bane wanders by...

Alik