C!Thrall
From Greenthings
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Introduction
"My mother always wanted me to be a doctor. Apparently, I'm a mechanical engineer."
"Well, I'm not. I didn't finish college, because I was a fucking moron and decided to go seeking some mystical cuntwaffle in exchange for massive magical power. Well it didn't work. Of course it didn't fucking work, why would it have? But I got the idea into my head and I went for it."
"Unfortunately, I found her. I ended up as Baba Yaga's houseboy of all the damned things. Learned a few things there, too, if nothing useful within the realms of getting paid and being able to eat... at least as far as I've figured out, just yet. I came back a while ago and learned that it's been... what, sixteen years? Great. Just fantastic. And Mister I'm So Much Better At You Than You Are has, of course, taken my place, and that rotsucking shitweasel has some ludicrously high-paying government job, all my little sisters now have a nice new rich relative, and he even gives mama some grandchildren with his apparently beautiful wife. Ugh. I still don't know how the fuck he managed that."
"So, really, I would love to kill this man, but I can't. I can't step into his role, and I couldn't possibly take those opportunities away from my family. So what did I do?"
"I broke into his house, liberated my things as well as several useful possessions of his, be-shaving-cream'd some interesting phrases onto his bathroom mirror, tracked muddy giant bird tracks through his kitchen and nice carpet, and ran halfway across the damn country before sun-up. What else?"
"I suppose there must be some reason for this. I have no idea what it might be, save some imperative from whatever deity I'm... attached with, if you like, to be something other than a happy, useful, highly-paid wage slave. Well, at least I never had the delusion that She was nice."
Character Sheet
Thrall
Antiquarian Darkling, Summer Court
Faith/Envy
Attributes:
Str ** Dex *** Sta **
Int *** Wits ** Res ***
Pre ** Man ** Com **
Skills:
Academics ***
Crafts *
Investigation **
Occult ****
Science *
Athletics *
Firearms **
Larceny *
Stealth **
Survival *
Intimidation ***
Persuasion *
Subterfuge **
Specialties:
Stealth (In Shadows)
Academics (Folklore)
Intimidation (Cold Glare)
Firearms (Rifles)
Wyrd * Glamour 10/5 | Clarity 7
Def3 Init5 Sp10 | Health 7/7 Will *****
Contracts:
Smoke **
-The Wrong Foot (1g, no roll)
-Nevertread (1g, Int+Wyrd)
Darkness **
-Creeping Dread (1g / 2g+1w, Man+Wyrd (-Resolve))
-Night's Subtle Distractions (1g, Wyrd+Stealth)
Fleeting Summer **
-Baleful Sense (1g, Wits+Wyrd)
-Goblin's Malignance (1g, Man+Per+Mnt vs. Com+Wyrd)
Merits:
Mantle (Summer) *
Danger Sense **
Language * (Ukrainian)
Language ** (Romani [North Central/Carpathian])
Token ** (Hedgespun Armor)
Hollow ** (size *, wards *)
Descriptions and Elaborations
"I am Destruction. Leave here, or I will nail your corpse above the door as a warning to your friends."
Changeling
Name: Thrall.
Description - Mein: Rather tall like most Darklings (6'2"ish), Thrall is thin to the point of looking undernourished, no matter whether he is or not. His hair is silvery-gray, usually tied back in a ponytail, and his skin has the odd habit of changing color- well, there isn't really color, but luminance value- sometimes depending on lighting, and sometimes simply on its own, melting from pitch black to pale white and any shade in between. His nails are hooked like small claws, and his eyes are gleaming violet. Image (Mask and Mein)
Personality: Thrall is a jackass. He is a loyal, brave, intelligent jackass, who would happily lay down his life for those he cares about if need be, but he will also happily poke at someone just to see them squirm, or even better, to see what happens. Some people would say that this is a bit of his Seeming, and they would be wrong; before, he was just much louder and less subtle about it.
Current image songs: "Call The Ships To Port", Covenant.
Hollow: An abandoned shack out in the boonies, it's hard enough to find and easy enough to get in and out of. It consists mostly of a single large room, filled mostly with books and mismatched furniture; there seems to be plumbing, somehow, but no electricity.
Human
Description - Mask: Lanky rather than thin, with brown hair and eyes; roundish features. He's about 27, and usually wears cheap if decent clothing. He has an oversized white turtleneck his mom made him when he was younger; it has quite a bit of sentimental value, so he wears it whenever it's even vaguely acceptable. (It's also distinctive enough to be recognized.)
Origin: Thrall's grandparents (and their family, and some of their friends, and...) were Rroma who emigrated from the Ukraine early in the last century. He himself was born about 1970 in a little bump in the road in Kentucky, and with four little sisters after him, he quickly learned that his choices were (1) work your ass off, (2) be so stunningly grand at something that people will pay you for less work, or (3) Bad Things. He was quick enough to pick 2, though the little derailment with Baba Yaga put an end to that. Er, oops?
Notes
{Darkling- 9again Stealth, +1 glamour/per +1 wits/subt/stealth; -1 Contracts day; -2 direct sunlight
antiquarian- 9again academics/investigation; +1 glamour/encyclopedic knowledge)
(attx5 skx3 mx2 conx4/x6)
Hunting Rifle (Damage 4/9again, 200/400/800, 4+1 capacity)
Exp: 1 Spent: 14
Bought: Persuasion 1 (3), Subterfuge 2 (3), Fleeting Summer 2 (4), Token 2 (Hedgespun Armor, 4)
