Sarien

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Contents 1 in my field of paper flowers; 2 the nightmare i built my own world to escape; 3 i lie inside myself for hours; 4 where the wind will whisper to me; 5 the goddess of imaginary light; 6 where the raindrops as they're falling tell a story;

in my field of paper flowers;

Name: Sarien
Player: Lynne
Concept: broken doll
Virtue: Charity
Vice: Sloth
Seeming: Fairest
Kith: Dancer
Court: Spring
Image Song: ???

Attributes:

Intelligence: 4
Wits: 3
Resolve: 1

Strength: 1
Dexterity: 3
Stamina: 2

Presence: 3
Manipulation: 2
Composure: 1

Skills:
Mental Skills:

• Academics 5
• Occult 3
• Investigation 2

Physical Skills:

• Athletics 3
• Weaponry 1

Social Skills:

• Expression 4
• Socialize 1
• Empathy 1
• Persuasion 1

Merits:

• Striking Looks 4
• Summer Goodwill 1
• Mantle: Spring 1
• Eidetic Memory
• Hedgespun Raiment
• Encyclopedic Knowledge: Tactics (2)
• Barfly

Defense: 3
Health:
Size:
Speed:
Willpower: 2
Wyrd 1
Glamour 5
Clarity:
Initiative:
XP: 10
Spent: 10
Unspent: 0

Contracts:
Fleeting Spring

• Cupid's Eye

Separation

• Lightly Tread
• Evasion of Bonds
• Breaching Barriers

Dream

• Pathfinder

Eternal Spring

• Gift of Warm Breath

the nightmare i built my own world to escape;

Backstory.

i lie inside myself for hours;

Personality.

where the wind will whisper to me;

In his Mask, Sarien is a tall-5'11"-, very slender, perfectly beautiful young man, very feminine in appearance, with long red hair and empty green eyes. He carries himself with a perfect, floating grace, an otherworldly grace even in the Mask. His clothes tend to be too big, somehow exposing tantalizing bits of pale skin without realizing it, and he doesn't seem to care whether or not he's dressed as a woman or a man. Sometimes, he wears a long white dress, seemingly made of silk.

the goddess of imaginary light;

where the raindrops as they're falling tell a story;

swallowed up in the sound of my screaming/cannot cease for the fear of silent nights/oh, how I long for the deep sleep dreaming/the goddess of imaginary light