My turn now.
I think I mentioned in my "introduce myself" posting I started V:TM as LARP first and went to the PnP later (revised edition with influences from 2nd edition).
I agree to some of the posters above me that the rules are far not the best. But fortunatelly for me LARP is more about skill points (as basic character boundaries) and my first PnP-Vampire-GM did care more about storytelling than about rules or dice roles.
In the following years I read a lot about WoD and vampire or werewolf myths in general.
So you can say my focus is far more the story part of Vampire or WoD.
BTW: I suggest you should try to get a copy of the "Masquerade of the Red Death" trilogy by Robert Weinberg or the 13 clan novels if you are realy intereseted in WoD.
Another one of my favourites is the "Gehenna trilogy". I don't remember the official name but the three books handle Gehenna (Vampire), Apocalypse (Werewolf) and the Mage equivalent
They feature - as well as the other mentioned books - a very nice story and lots of popular WoD characters.
Concerning my favourite V:TM character.
He was my first Vampire character at all.
At first he was a NPC for the LARP domain some new friends organized and over the time he evolved from NPC to PC and back to NPC to - in the end - get a little lost but was never really forgotten.
He still lives in a lot of story ideas that fly around in my mind and I keep telling me that I write them down one day.
Name: Gregory or Greg.
Faction: Sabbath, later independent and occasionally a little Camarilla
Clan: Gangrel (antitribu, Citygangrel)
Generation: initially 9th as far as I remember
Looks like: 25-30Prelude
Gregory was born in the second half of the 19th century and he was embraced as a vampire somewhere between 1890 and 1915.
I cannot tell exactly because over the years I learned more and more about this period of time and since I chose more a kind of setting as his origin than an exact year.
(Today I would say his intended setting of origin was somehow like in "From Hell" from 2001 with Johnny Depp. But the character was created before. In '98 or '99.)
He lived on the northeast coast of the US and my city of choice was Boston although I did not really now much about this city.
There he worked as a mid-rank detective for the police department and he was investigating on some wuite brutal homicides when his life ended and his unlife started.
Greg was working some evidence on the murders for several consecutive nights. His wife tried to talk to him several times about something she only had mentioned as "important" but night over night and day over day he postponed the talk and kept on working.
Up to this one night where he got another hot tip from some informant.
His wife begged him not to go but he insisted on the importance of catching the killer.
As result his wife got mad at him and all he could was dodge what she threw at him while he left.
The tip lead Greg to a warehouse near the harbor.
Although he was a good cop and had quite keen senses and normally a clear head the fight with his wife shortly before distracted him enough to make a few fatal mistakes and get knocked out by an unknown attacker.
He woke up in a small and dark room with a strange stench of old blood and some other things Greg was not able to identify.
His hands and feet were bond, his head did ache like hell and his gun was gone.
After a few failed attempts to get free and one or two more bruises from the failed attempts he finally got free. Only to realize that the only door leading out of his prison was locked.
So he stayed calm and tried to listen for the things which happened on the other side of the door.
After some time he could hear footsteps approaching. Greg prepared to take his chance to overcome whoever was coming and he succeeded.
When the door's locked was opened he smashed down the handle and put all his weight against ths door. Once it was open he ran without looking back.
Only to be knocked down again from behind just before he could reach the door leading to the outside. The last thing Greg could see and hear before passing out again was the stalwart and a little wild looking guy who had knocked him down and a tall darkhaired woman speaking in a foreign language.
The next time Greg woke up he was feeling strange.
His arms and legs did hurt and something was burning inside his stomach like fire.
And... he was buried alive.
To be continued later.