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>young vampire, former police officer
>embraced because je got too close to some Malkavian cult
>now that he is loco himself, he always acts like a cliché detective from the 30-40s
>always smoking a big ass pipe and wearing vintage as fuck clothes
>also, narrates everything he thinks like if he did the voice-over for an actual detective TV show
>"as I listened to the Toreador's defense, I figures he must have been here at some point. But I better keep this to myself and subtly get the info out if him"
>seems ridiculous and useless at first but FUCK is he perceptive
>keeps unconfortably revealing stuff about kindred in public
>doesn't actually get axed off because the Prince finds it pretty useful that nobody in his court can secretely plot against him so he protects the bastard


>old lady born with a gift of prophecy that she never completely understood
>Malkavian meets her in the nursing home which shelters his herd
>discovers she has this talent and is interested
>embraces her
>is now a crazy old lady who pinches people's cheeks AND drinks their blood
>unfortunately got Alzheimer from her embrace and rarely remembers her prophecies

>Coutard's Syndrome/Derealization
Gustaf Feist is a Jungian psychologist and occultist who's utterly aware that he is dead. Not dead and risen, like most vampires think of themselves, but actually deceased. His experiences as a vampire is actually a symbol-laden construct construed by his dying mind. He therefore tends to view the whole affair as a puzzle or symbolic journey, a strange purgatory defined by some task he must fulfill before his mind gives in. Everything he encounters is a symbol or archetype or a metaphor for something in his own psyche. He knows uncannily much about everything, because everything comes from him. The world he exists in is not real, not as such. He is walking around inside his own dying head. When he speaks to you, he is actually speaking to himself. This leaves him with an uncanny insight into other people's motivation and purpose - after all, they come from his own subconsciousness.

>Aboulomani
Henrietta Mosley had always been a cautious woman. Some would call her indecisive or inhibited, but she tended to view herself as simply careful. Fact is, she was horrified by the sheer number of consequences each of her actions could lead to. The notion of the butterfly effect was nauseating to her. She would lie in her room and construct scenarios in her head in which seemingly innocuous actions would lead to innocents meeting gruesome ends - she could clearly see how her going to the grocery store would lead to a bus swerving to avoid hitting her and instead ending up running over a small child, for example. She couldn't live with that responsibility.
After the Embrace, things became worse. Now she could see the horrors of causality in such livid detail that she was left unable to make any decisions at all. In addition, she started seeing the consequences of other's actions - the deterministic patterns that governed this abhorrent machinery she found herself in. She now spends her day locked in a room, while truth-seekers and decision-makers petition her to use her curse to guide them, treating her as something of an oracle. For that is the most terrible thing of all - after the Embrace, she starting being right.

Gynophobia, for instance, where a character is terrified of women because they are so fucking filthy and dirty with all their fucking secretions and juices and gaping bloody holes don't touch me mother don't touch me i never liked it when you touched me

Somnophobia, the fear of falling asleep. Which is doubly interesting for a vampire character; perhaps he ingests vast quantities of blood in order to be able to stay awake during the daylight hours. Perhaps he's terrified of falling asleep because he knows he won't wake up again, the Embrace was a fluke, a one-time thing, the last time he ever rose from unconsciousness, if he's unconscious ever again he'll stay dead forever.

I once played a Malkavian who's shtick was conspiracy theories - Hitler fled into the Hollow Earth, the moon landing was faked, John Wilkes Booth didn't die in the fire, etc. He ran a late-night radio show that the Prince used as a tool to maintain the Masquerade; no one would believe in a secret society of undead monsters if they were also supposedly the Illuminati and Bigfoot was a member, and being a guest on the show was a great way to lose all your credibility.