Biloxi isn't normal, even for the World of Darkness. Biloxi is a city that felt the just as much of the wind and water from hurricane Katrina, but didn't get the news coverage the New Orleans received. Part of this had to do with the fact that Biloxi recovered quicker, thanks mostly to the insurance policy Mayor A.J. Holloway took out against the gambling revenues not long before the storm. This made some people, those that knew or believed such things to be possible, wonder if he had some foreknowledge of the event, or maybe a hand in guiding it. Or perhaps he was just the puppet of something more powerful.
While may cities contain supernatural societies, and there are several mixed cities, not many places in the World of Darkness are fouled as Biloxi. Biloxi is not only host to the several supernatural societies (krewes of Bound, packs of Uratha, Lost courts, the Awakened consilium, and the Kindred's alyssum) but also to things older and darker and even some things newer and more savage. All these things "live" shoulder to shoulder with mortals, both knowing and unknowing. Even with all that divides the inhabitants of Biloxi, one thing that binds them all together is the city itself. All who reside in the city are survivors of storms, and waves of oil, and the dark things that live there. But while this binds them together it doesn't necessarily bring them together. The various groups and factions are just as much at each others throats as they are battling the trials and tribulations the city has in store for them.
The city is never quite. From Hurricane Katrina, to the great Azlu migration of 2007, to Vargas's attack, to the ascension of the dark lord Kenesh, to the oil slicks from the Deep Horizon disaster, Biloxi is a city under almost constant siege. Even when the city isn't under siege by some threat mundane or supernatural each night in Biloxi is a gauntlet to be survived. Last night was just an average night in the city where a dozens people died. Several were vampire deaths, perhaps accidents, many more were crimes related to drugs, money, or both. Three were hookers. One died at the hands of her client, one died by the gun of her pimp, and one was sacrificed to a nameless embodiment of lust that exists beyond our reality. A woman spent three hours beating in her husbands skull with a hammer because Lucile Ball step out of character to tell her that the spider in her husbands head was going to kill her tonight. She wasn't hallucinating, and the thing in her TV wasn't lying. Two children died. One from neglect and the other eaten by the bat-faced creatures that live under the 110. A family has no father because he works the sewers, and down there is a creature that has existed since before there was a Biloxi. Another family wishes their father worked in the sewer, because he just got off shift at the BPD, stopped at Mac's, and came home with more than a half dozen shots of whiskey in him. If anyone cared, tomorrow his son and his wife would have to explain the bruises.
What makes Biloxi such a strange and chaotic place. That is uncertain. But it is something that draws the violent, the psychotic, and the supernatural to the city. Wether the source of this taint is a supernatural vortex, a convergence of lay lines, or the bones of some dead alien god laying deep underneath the city doesn't really mater. The blight on the city of Biloxi is not something can be solved, cured, or beaten; only endured.
While may cities contain supernatural societies, and there are several mixed cities, not many places in the World of Darkness are fouled as Biloxi. Biloxi is not only host to the several supernatural societies (krewes of Bound, packs of Uratha, Lost courts, the Awakened consilium, and the Kindred's alyssum) but also to things older and darker and even some things newer and more savage. All these things "live" shoulder to shoulder with mortals, both knowing and unknowing. Even with all that divides the inhabitants of Biloxi, one thing that binds them all together is the city itself. All who reside in the city are survivors of storms, and waves of oil, and the dark things that live there. But while this binds them together it doesn't necessarily bring them together. The various groups and factions are just as much at each others throats as they are battling the trials and tribulations the city has in store for them.
The city is never quite. From Hurricane Katrina, to the great Azlu migration of 2007, to Vargas's attack, to the ascension of the dark lord Kenesh, to the oil slicks from the Deep Horizon disaster, Biloxi is a city under almost constant siege. Even when the city isn't under siege by some threat mundane or supernatural each night in Biloxi is a gauntlet to be survived. Last night was just an average night in the city where a dozens people died. Several were vampire deaths, perhaps accidents, many more were crimes related to drugs, money, or both. Three were hookers. One died at the hands of her client, one died by the gun of her pimp, and one was sacrificed to a nameless embodiment of lust that exists beyond our reality. A woman spent three hours beating in her husbands skull with a hammer because Lucile Ball step out of character to tell her that the spider in her husbands head was going to kill her tonight. She wasn't hallucinating, and the thing in her TV wasn't lying. Two children died. One from neglect and the other eaten by the bat-faced creatures that live under the 110. A family has no father because he works the sewers, and down there is a creature that has existed since before there was a Biloxi. Another family wishes their father worked in the sewer, because he just got off shift at the BPD, stopped at Mac's, and came home with more than a half dozen shots of whiskey in him. If anyone cared, tomorrow his son and his wife would have to explain the bruises.
What makes Biloxi such a strange and chaotic place. That is uncertain. But it is something that draws the violent, the psychotic, and the supernatural to the city. Wether the source of this taint is a supernatural vortex, a convergence of lay lines, or the bones of some dead alien god laying deep underneath the city doesn't really mater. The blight on the city of Biloxi is not something can be solved, cured, or beaten; only endured.