Description when elsewhere:
Face mask, straps mounting it to Walker's face, pyrefire green eyes surveying, calculating people, things, places. Short white hair spills over shoulders stirred by some stray Ascending Air wind, the forerunner to winter's touch. Between folds of cloak stained with the gore of adolescence, metal peeks into view, gleaming and whispering laments as this sexless creature moves. Half tucked into folds of cloak is the Nine-Fanged Demonblade, a long, serrated, single edge weapon. Then somewhere leather strappings begin, down arms and legs, also dyed that same off-red but has since faded with continued use. Or maybe continued removal as Walker graces one or another's bed. Ah, there is a way to tell it's sex, but would you risk crawling into the spider's webs?

Description while in Creation:
Straps undone, down-like hair tumbles down a pale moonshaped face, vivid green eyes soaking up details, and a mouth set into an almost-smile. Furred cloak of animals from ages past sweeps the ground, sturring dust and false hopes. High collared tunic, silk bindings in gentle off-greys wrapped around torso and arms hint at a too-thin frame for a creature Walker's height. More lengths of cotton fall as a dress would, the hems along the side high enough to show silk wrapped thighs and shoes fit for the most favored of a king's concubine. Slung almost haphazardly over a shoulder is the most exquisite lute, another present perhaps from a prized lover. Possibly a reward to those who truely seek it, Walker graces the side of the lords of men as well as the princes of paupers. Will you try your luck?

Age: 20-something?
Gender: Female?
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 127
Hair: White
Eyes: Green

Abyssal Command
Ghost (1) - Tears
Soldiers (3)

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Near translucent grey, only the outline really giving it form. It perches squarely on Walker's shoulders with its 8 spindly legs, each dipped in the colors of bubonic flesh and mildew. Pincers sit open and waiting while multifaceted eyes glint in the near evening light.

Walker of Starless Skies
Game: Abyssal

Type: Abyssal
Caste: Moonshadow
Nature: Conniver
Concept: Entertainer
Leige: The Lover Clad in the Raiment of Tears
Anima: Seven Venom's Beauty

Attributes
Str: 3, Dex: 4, Sta: 3
Cha: 3, Man: 4, App: 4
Per: 3, Int: 3, Wit: 3

Abilities
Athletics: 2, Awareness: 2, Brawl: 1, *Bureaucracy: 1, *Dodge: 4, Endurance: 2, Investigation: 1, Larceny: 2, *Linguistics: 3, Lore: 2, Medicine: 2, *Melee: 5, Occult: 1, *Performance: 4 (Lute +2), *Presence: 5 (Persuasion +1), *Ride: 2, *Socialize: 3, *Stealth: 4 (Hiding in Plain Sight +1)

Backgrounds
Abyssal Command: 1, Artifact: 4, Conacts: 2, Leige: 3, Resources: 3

Languages
High Realm, Old Realm, Riverspeak, Skytongue

Virtues
Compassion: 1, Conviction: 4, Temperance: 3, Valor: 3

Charms
Blade-Summoning Gesture (1m), Elegant Flowing Deflection (1m/2die), Elegant Tyrant's Magesty (6m), Excellent Inquisitor Attitude (1m/die), Exquisite Etiquette Style (3m), Five Shadow Feint (1m/die), Flitting Shadow Form (1m/2dice), Furious Blade (1m/die), Irresistable Succubus Style (8m), Language Absorbing Method (5m, 1WP), Ox-Body Technique (2 -1HLs), Passion-Unveiling Glance (3m), Unfurling Iron Lotus (3m/attack), Void Sheath Technique (1m)

Willpower: 7, Essence: 4 - Personal: 19, Peripheral: 46 (26)

Health
Soak: 9B (3)/ 9L (1) / 8A (0)
-0, -1, -1, -1, -1, -2, -2, -4, Inc

Artifacts
Breastplate: SS - Armor (Level 1, commit 2)

  • 6B/8L

    Mask (Level 2, commit 2)

  • 4 motes of Essence - 4 dice to fool another to motives & disguise
  • looks like anyone & give emotions or reactions char wants
  • true appearance & emotions are hidden.

    Nine-Fanged Demonblade - SS Reaver Daiklave (Level 4, commit 16 + 1 [VST])

  • Speed +3, Accuracy +3, Damage +10L, Defense +1, Min Str 3
  • 1m - see spirits, strike spirits at +2 diff
  • all attempts to disarm master automatically fail
  • gives wielder permenent Essence back whenever it does at least 1 HL
  • Description: This reaver daiklave has a long, serrated single edge and a backwards sweeping hilt. A pair of universal settings are set into either side of the hilts, flush with the blade, forming demonic looking eyes. When active the edge of the weapon vibrates, and it sings an unholy paen of death and sorrow.

    Death's Wave - SS Wavecleaver Daiklave (Level 2, commit 5)

  • Speed +3, Accuracy +3, Damage +5L, Defense +1
  • one Hearthstone setting
  • "It seems to be stronger on the waves than land, but from what the smiths of the Lover can tell, it requires killing a water elemental in the seas to attune itself to the ocean"
  • Description: The blade is forged in the shape of a razor sharp wave, a slight curve running along the blade with the edge having foam engraved into the metal. It's been dyed a very faint blue, almost invisible unless under sunlight, when the slight tint makes the blade shimmer slightly like water under light when swung. In calligraphic old realm, about half an inch tall, the hilt says Death's Wave.

    Background:
         The last thing it remembers was betrayal. Who or what is uncertain, unnecessary even. They've been dealt with. The Lover handled that. The very next was hovering between this plane and the next. Nothingness, just a sheer manifestation of will. Next, the mask, and it's first donning. Then sinking into a new body, it took over the consciousness with its own fragmented memories. These hands, they don't belong to this creature, but it uses them. The hands along with borrowed mouth and stolen air play music fit for funeral processions and a dance filled with the Realm's high society. Walker's a strange creature, prone to fits of rage as well as strange kindness.

         On its first release, the Moonshadow went into creation. Garbed no differently than its usual dress while in the shadowlands, it marched southward, toward Rubylak. It was during one of those many wars between its rival nations that Walker arrived. No music, no sweet words, these it would learn later. Now, simply there was death carved in its wake, into the very earth these ... mortals fought over. A somber blur of motion, a dance of death as it maneuvered and skewered those it came across. Hours later, both sides had ceased trying to kill this wretch, instead desperately trying to flee, to return to their homes, and to hallucinate Walker's existence away. They survived, only because of the arrival of the Lover's other favored knights. As they arrived, they took the berserker away, housing it back in the Monstrance for a month. This is its rage.

         Years later, when Walker learned the trick of honeyed tongue and musicianship, it went on toward Tzatli for the Lover. The Shogun had sent messengers to the Fortress, and Walker was sent in response. The Widowmaker was an excellent host, although some of the servants needed some work. One such took after this androgen creature, first attempting to seduce and then kill the Deathknight. Sleeping was the time he stuck, where he managed to find a blade of soulsteel was never revealed. As the knife arced toward Walker, it awoke, moved, arm twisted, punctured the shoulder of the ghost servant. Walker's bodyguards came in then, taking the servant away. Shogun Widowmaker decreed that the fate of Tears, as the servant was named, was in Walker's hands. Life was spared, branded into eternal service to the Moonshadow. This is its kindness.

         It was after this trip to the northern lands that the Lover graced it with a gift: the Nine-Fanged Demonblade. Instead of sending Walker again to the Tzatli, it's been sent with it's... comrades on a different mission entirely. Not one to question The Lover's motives, it obeys.

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