First of all I have a confession to make; I lead a double
life.
Or, it’s more like a quadruple life… or even more than that.
In my spare time I am a gun totting war journalist, a
mutated arms technician, a ghost bound to my murdered remains in the ruins of
my forest home. Sometimes I’m even male . I’m a necromancer, a warrior and a
vampire.
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- To the White Lady |
And I’m a murderer;
A month after I came to University I dressed up in my nicest
clothes, picked up my creepy doll and a parasol sharpened into a stake. I went
to work as bodyguard to a lawyer at a meeting of the Vampires of Leicester. An
hour into the meeting I used my sharpened parasol to brutally stab a fellow vampire
to death for trying to bomb the court meeting, and sending my sister and myself
to the fairy world for fifty years.
For this I should have been arrested, tried and maybe imprisoned
for a considerable portion of my lifetime, though judging by the fact I thought
I was a vampire killing another vampire, perhaps a psyche ward would be more
appropriate. Instead I received a round of applause from all present and a man
calling himself the Prince of Leicester sent me a very expensive bottle of
antique wine as a present.
This gets a little more acceptable, depending on your
perspective, when I tell you that I’m a LARPer – Short for Live Action Role-player
– and the man I killed got up a couple of minutes later and congratulated me on
the particularly fine set of dice roles that lead to his demise.
Catherine's a Murderer- Photo by
Julie Kilminster and Giles Meakin
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Personally I’ve only been LARPing for about five months. In
which time I’ve managed to accumulate about twelve different characters in one
way or another, ranging from a small incompetent pathological liar of a
sneak-theif called Natty, to a vampire who can take a truck to the face and
walk away with little more than a look of distain for the marks on her outfit,
named Catherine. I’ve taken part in evening long LARPs in blessedly central-heated
nightclubs and on one memorable occasion spent a weekend in a field, fighting
in the pitch darkness, pretending to be a ghost in the rain and waking up to find our tent flap frozen solid.
It was a marvellous weekend spent in the company of some of the strangest and
nicest people I’ve ever met.
Now, LARPing has been around since time immemorial – as a
child you must have played House, or Cowboys and Indians and children back
through time have been playing such games and in its purest sense they’re just
the same. However in its modern form as people hitting each other with foam
weaponry it grew up in the 1970s, where it spun off from the Dungeons and
Dragons culture in America, cropping up all about the place as people realised
D and D rules could be easily converted to work in real-time using yourself as
your playing piece. From there it grew and grew and expanded into other areas;
now there are LARPs for every genre from the most famous medieval fantasy to
Noir, modern day or science fiction. Games are usually based on a set of core
rulebooks –usually there’s at least two
or three for each genre – which outline skills and plot, and give guidelines to
what a player can do and how.
Beyond that, rules are largely based on common sense; don’t
be on fire, don’t take the … Michael, if you hear one of a number of calls then
you do as you’re told; the most important, man down means someone is hurt for
real so stop playing and help them and if the referee tells you stop playing
you stop playing. Because there is a
chance the S.W.A.T. team responding to an old lady’s complaint about teenagers
discussing bombing the Leicester clock tower isn’t just a really accurate
costume and really is the S.W.A.T. team and you don’t want to get shot for
pretending to hit them with a foam dagger.
Back in the 70s it was common practice to use gaffer weapons
– constructed with PVC pipe cores covered in foam and wrapped in Duck tape,
since then weapons have come on to look more realistic and are often
constructed with moulded latex rubber and a PVC or fibreglass core. These are a
lot better looking but you can’t hit as hard with them, they’re designed for
touch attacks – where you swing and pull back at the last moment – and they
can’t be used for thrusting because likely as not you WILL end up impaling your
opponent no matter how squishy that thing looks.
Boffur |
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LARP is not a violent activity at its heart however. In my
mind it is a community and a vehicle for people who are perhaps not very
comfortable being themselves. Whilst LARPing I have met very strange people,
some of whom might struggle to make eye contact with you in person – I know I’m
certainly one of that number – yet here they are, leading a party of adventurers
or running complex businesses through contacts in the underworld. These people
are intelligent, imaginative and when they’re in character they’re building
confidence and breaking out of shells and I think, making some of the best
friends anyone could hope to make.