Jacob
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but i won't be home again;
Name: Jacob
Player: Lynne
Concept: death's bride
Virtue: Charity
Vice: Sloth
Seeming: Darkling
Kith: Shadeveil(Blessing: Creeping Charm. Shadeveil Darklings can spend a point of Glamour to add their Wyrd to socialize and Persuasion rolls for the scene. Additionally, they negate a number of penalties on social interactions other people would normally be averse to equal to their Wyrd.)
Court: Autumn
Image Song:
Attributes:
Intelligence: 4
Wits: 2
Resolve: 2
Strength: 1
Dexterity: 3
Stamina: 3
Presence: 2
Manipulation: 2
Composure: 2
Skills:
Mental Skills:
- Academics 4 (Literature)
- Occult 3
- Investigation 2
- Computer 2
Physical Skills:
- Athletics 1 (Swimming)
- Brawl 1
- Stealth 2 (Lurking In Shadows)
Social Skills:
- Empathy 1
- Expression 4 (Creative Writing)
- Socialize 2
Merits:
Striking Looks 4
Mantle: Autumn 2
Token: Hedgespun Raiment
Defense: 2
Health: 7
Size: 5
Speed: 9
Willpower: 4
Wyrd 1
Glamour 5
Clarity: 7
Contracts:
Darkness
- Creeping Dread
- Night's Subtle Distraction
Dream
- Pathfinder
Elemental (Darkness)
- Cloak of the Elements
- Armor of the Element's Fury
you forgot me long ago;
Backstory.
am i that unimportant;
Endlessly quiet, sweet, and nervous, and probably the most obedient teenage boy ever, Jacob is rather shy and stammering: he is almost completely petrified in social situations: he rarely speaks, and tries to hide in group situations. Depressed and gloomy, he tends to the pessimistic if he even offers his views, which occurs very rarely with someone he is not very comfortable with. He is willing to try to please, and would probably kill himself trying to make everyone happy if someone didn't stop him.
maybe someday you'll look up;
The Mask shows Jacob as a small-about 5'3"-, slender, startlingly lovely boy, about fourteen, with pale skin, yet not over-pale, longish black hair, and big dark eyes, fragile, waiflike, and wispy, serious and not really showing very much emotion. He wears, usually, a nice, long-skirted, long-sleeved black dress, black boots, and a plain black ribbon choker around his throat. Black ribbons flutter around his wrists.
i breathe deep and cry out;
In his Fae Mien, Jacob is just as lovely, if in the still, still manner of a deathmask-his face is always unnaturally composed, and never shows any emotion- with ice-cold ivory-pale skin and the same big dark eyes as his Mask, with dark rings around them. While just as slender and fragile, still a delicate wispy thing, and still fourteen, he is far taller, slight and bird-boned, with long black hair. The dress he wears is very obviously a wedding gown, spun out of constantly shifting shadows. The choker around his neck is a slender collar, delicately made, but very obviously made of chain links, and the ribbons are slim chains, wound around his wrists.
isn't something missing;
you won't cry for my absence, I know -/you forgot me long ago./am I that unimportant...?/am I so insignificant...?/isn't something missing?/isn't someone missing me?
