Mark Richardson

Clan	Malkavian
Position	???
Status	N/A
Domain	The MMN
Coterie	None
Society	???
Path	??? ???
Player	Mynam Eis

Overview

Mark, just off Market Street

Alias(es):

The Dionysian, "Mark Richardson", "Mark", Mark, That Old Goat, Iacchus,

Real Name:

Definitely not actually Mark Richardson. The joking story he tells about his name is that he chose Mark because it's a sign or symbol, and all names are signs or symbols of the real object, and he chose Richardson because his dad was a Dick. But all that's a lie which got written into your head in 2019 by a Sumerian God. It never happened, you only think it did because you're the kind of person who believes lies. That's fine. We all do, here. We embrace the story, the shape of things, rather than the truth underneath. The approximation is sufficient referent to the real object, at least for our purposes. You know who we're talking about. Mark Richardson.

Apparent Age:

???

Concept:

Ŗe̷x̕ ͝Nemor̡ensis҉

Physical description:

Physical forms are limiting. He is that part of you that laughs at your mistakes, encourages you to go all in, and is always setting a new scheme in motion, never content. The part that loves you because you always want it stronger, louder, more complicated. The part of yourself everyone loves, that needs everyone to love them almost as much as it needs blood. The part of yourself that, just like you will be hungry for more blood the next night, is never satisfied for long. The part of you which loves to hold a secret only you know, and loves to share parts of that secret with others, to see if they can piece it together, to see if they are worthy. The part of you that understands a great Truth. The part of you that is the party, and the blackout, and the hangover. The part of you that embraces consequences. The part of you that has Eaten the Flesh, that has Drank the Blood, that has Seen The Moon full on the face of the waters. The part of you that loves you, loves your failures, and knows nobody else ever will, no matter what they convince themselves.

Detailed Status:

None. Dead.

Right?

Known History

Moved to San Francisco in the early 2000s. Was Malkavian Primogen there for many years under several princes, until Virgil Deems named him Seneschal. A drunken madman, full of schizophrenic stories of trees, maenads, the eagle-headed Aztec god who rules Disneyland from the realm of the dead, the reptoids. Made claims of dying and rising again. Traveled a lot, got tangled up in romance after romance, in plots and schemes and conspiracies. Then, in March of 2020, something happened. Now, he's a memory. A thought. A laughing voice inside your head.

Coterie

Unknown

Allies

Whoever he may have known, whatever he may have become, he is ready to take you as an ally. Just give up this Apollonian bullshit, embrace desire and madness, and walk right off that cliff with a cheerful song on your lips. For he who believes in me shall have life eternal.

Enemies

Don't listen to my sisters. They'll never understand you the way I will.

Sire

???

Childer

???

Broodmates

???

Character Inspirations

This took a bit of a hard left turn at some point. Probably when he was infected with a memetic virus, like he used to warn people about.

Soundtrack

• "All the World is Green," Tom Waits
• "Spotify Playlist

Quotes

• "You're not really a Malkavian until you've been John Barleycorn."

Rumors

• Mark is a reincarnation of Emperor Norton.
• Mark is actually the true Prince of San Francisco. After all, he’s crazy and likes to talk way too much. What more proof do you need?
• Mark can hear anything said within earshot of a tree anywhere in San Francisco. That’s why he always warns people that trees aren’t Masquerade safe. That or he’s just really into Order of the Stick.
• Is the secret gay lover of Virgil Deems
• Mark loathes stuffed animals.
• Mark really likes talking about food.
• Mark has had sex with William Stanford. He says Stanford wasn't that good.
  • Why would this be surprising?
• Accidentally became King of the West on All Soul's Day, got torn apart by Maeanads, then was buried under a hill to dream prophecy for a season. He got better.
• "He went off into a private room with Prince Villon of Paris, and another time with Raphael de Corazon, and both times came back with his shirt buttoned wrong." "Man, his shirt is always buttoned wrong. That doesn't mean anything except that he's too dumb to know how to button a shirt."
• Had some sort of drama at Glitter and Gloom in 2017.
• Appreciates poetry more than certain Toreador.
• Can still be seen wandering the wilds of the San Francisco Peninsula during the full moon.
• Still somehow holds a private Domain ... somewhere in the Bay Area.