Investigator (Prodigy Artist; Violinist)
Motivation: Make posers pay!
Type: Human, Prodigy Artist; Violinist
Attributes:
Str 2 , Dex 3 , Con 2 , Int 3 , Per 4 , Will 2
Ability Scores:
Life Points: 38 / ____
Wound Modifiers: -1/7, -2/14, -3/21, 4/28, Out/38, RIP -1/+10
Drama Points: 20 / ____
Experience: 6 / ____
Special Abilities:
Qualities: Artist (Music), Attractiveness: 2 (2), Fast Reaction Time (2), Hard to Kill: 4 (4), Nerves of Steel (3), Resources: Middle Class (0)
Drawbacks: Adversary: Posers (1), Cruel (00), Humorless (00), Minority: Goth, Gay (1), Screwed Up Adolescent: (4), Emotional Problem: Resents world/anger (0), Covetous: Mild/Lechery (0)
Skills: Acrobatics 5, Art (Violin) 6, Computers __, Crime __, Doctor __, Driving 1, Getting Medieval 4, Gun Fu __, Influence __, Knowledge 4, Kung Fu __, Languages 1, Mr. Fix It __, Notice 5, Occultism 4, Science __, Sports __, Wild Card (_________) __
Notes: Social rolls +2, Initiative rolls +5, Fear Rolls +1, Immune Fear/rolls +4
| Maneuvers | Score | Damage | Notes |
| Dodge | 8+ | - | Defense, -2 Missiles |
| Rapier | 7+ | 8+ | Slash/stab x2 |
| -Through the Heart | 4+ | 8+ | Stab x4/Vamps x5 |
| Axe | 7+ | 12+ | Slash/stab x2 |
| -Decapitation | 3+ | 12+ | Slash x5 |
Freedom,
Beauty, Truth, and Love. No I am not a Bohemian Revolutionary. I am just a
musician. My lie has not been one of hardship, but it has been one of
difference. Ever since I was little I knew that I was not like the rest of my
infantile throng. i always thought of things in different ways. Like when I was
inside the lines. Well, one could argue that was a turning point in my life. I
hated being told what I cold do. I found that gong against what was expected of
me was sort of a thrill. I just didn't know how different I would become.
By the time I started middle school I was so far different
from everyone else I just couldn't find friends anywhere. I dressed in all black
to show my difference to the world and covered my face in white to symbolize my
isolation from the rest of my peers. I wasn't totally alone though. I took
solace in the library studying art and the occult and eventually taking up the
violin and piano. With little time to devote to other activities I had the
luxury of devoting myself entirely to my music. I, in fact, became quite
proficient with both instruments, so good that my instructor set up a recital at
the school before the entire student body. I wasn't sure how to react but
eventually agreed to perform.
So, the day came, I stood off stage with my violin in one hand and its bow in
the others and with a final deep breath I walked on stage. There wasn't a single
clap and not a single recognition for what I was about to do. Actually, I recall
the football team and cheerleaders chanting at stage something along the lines
of "Gothic Fag, Gothic Fag!" I ignored their chant and began to play. With the
first strum of my violin the auditorium silent, including the ravings of the
athletic department. For two hours I remember I played one song flowing into the
next. With the final note I stared blankly at the audience and walked off stage.
A torrid of cheers and acclimation flooded over the assembled crowed. I only
could sit and cry off sage, I felt so cheap that I had allowed them to hear my
music.
The next day I walked into the school and was immediately
bombarded with compliments and apologies. How they thought they could win me
over was beyond me. I remembered what they use to say to me, and would not allow
them to take me and pretend to be my friends. People began to dress like me and
I became the highlight of the schools music department. It sickens me how I sold
myself to the world and I would give anything to take it back.
Quote: Caleb brandishes axe,
"You disgust me poser... you'll have one hell of a headache when I'm done, but
don't worry you won't be alive to feel it."
You are two steps away from officially taking matters into your own hands. These posers are starting to think that they are you. Something has been off ever since you gave that concert to the assembly. However, only the unpopular kids seem to be mimicking you. In either case you feel cheep and used and you want it to go away. Also you know that all is not right within this town and you have been studying the occult for years due to boredom.