Dane Mason

Campaign: World of Darkness

Dane Mason, the goth kid from suburbia. Built like a sack of bricks. Guess he ain’t such a kid no more; he’s nineteen now. He’s like a lot of us stoners… doesn’t know what to do with himself, hates the way the world works, looking for a way out. He doesn’t do a lot of drugs or anything… likes horror a lot, though. I swear, the guy’s got DVDs stacked up to his ceiling full of nothing but that shit. Some of it’s good, some of it sucks… new stuff, old stuff, whatever he can get. Reads the books too… Anne Rice, Stephen King, H.P. Lovecraft and a fuckload of obscure ones. Dunno how he pays for all that shit… guess he’s kept that job at Wal-Mart for a couple of years now, works like a dog. Kinda funny, he lives in a shithole apartment with a beat-up car, but he’s got loaded DVD racks and a nice T.V. Can’t forget that scythe, either. Dresses up as Death every Halloween, and he custom ordered a scythe from this blacksmith online. Musta cost a pretty penny… it ain’t no fake. Sharp enough to split hairs, and the fucker knows how to swing it. I’ve seen him cut watermelons and pineapples and shit in two, just one swing. I don’t think he’s killed anybody with it… he just likes it. Keeps it in a case in his trunk. Kinda creepy, but pretty fuckin’ cool if you ask me. Hell, he looks like Death most of the time anyway, if Death put on about 80 pounds and worked out. Black leather trenchcoat, black nails, sometimes he does the black facepaint too. Looks badass, and he can probably kick some ass if need be. Dane’s got a sob story; but hell, ain’t we all? His dad’s a rich asshole, doesn’t really give a fuck about nothin’ or nobody. His mom? She’s got a lot of baggage too… real depressed, probably hates herself, so she yells at everyone. Couldn’t have been fun to grow up around, I mean, fuck, she lit into me like a carton of Marlboros when I broke a bowl in his house. Big fuckin’ whoop, I would’ve bought her a new one if I knew she’d turn psychobitch on me for two weeks because of it. I’d say Dane turned out all right, all things considered. He’s a big softie at heart, especially if you’ve lived through the kind of crap he has. When somebody’s out on their luck, he’ll let them stay with him a few weeks… for that matter, Cindy stayed a few months, but I think he had a thing for her. She turned out to be bad news… but that’s another story. I think he bought Gimp’s granny some groceries when she had a lot of hospital bills to pay… he’s a good guy. Sometimes I worry he’ll go psycho and lop everyone’s head off, but that’s pretty normal among my friends. A little lazy, but all in all, damn cool guy.

- words from Freddy Lender, friend of Dane Mason