chaaaangeling
been thinking some more about my changeling character and I've got an almost finished sheet - mole says LARP characters get 50xp; is that right? :o that would be neat.
Player: Jess
Character: Hunter
Chronicle: Boro LARP
Concept: Hunting Dog
Seeming: Beast
Kith: Hunterheart
Court: Winter
(following bits are terrible with autoformatting, whoops)
Attributes (5/4/3)
Mental (4) Physical (5) Social (3)
Int: oo Strength: oo Presence: ooo
Wits: ooo Dexterity: ooo Manipulation: o
Resolve: oo Stamina: ooo Composure: oo
Skills (11/7/4)
Mental (4) Physical (11) Social (7)
Academics: Athl: oooo(running) Animal Ken: ooo(dogs)
Computer: oo Drive: Empathy: oo(emotions)
Crafts: Brawl: ooo Expression:
Inves: oo(tracking) Firearms: Intimidation: oo
Medic: Larceny: Persuasion:
Occult: Stealth: oo Socialize:
Politics: Survival: ooo(Hedge) Streetwise:
Science: Weaponry: Subterfuge:
Merits
Direction Sense: o
Fleet of Foot: oo
Iron Stamina: oo
and 2 more points...
Blessings
Tooth and Claw: Unarmed damage is lethal.
8-again rule on Animal Ken, free speciality.
Can spend Glamour to add to Presence/Composure pools(1 for 1).
Curses
-4 penalty to untrained mental skill rolls.
Don't reroll 10s on Intelligence-based rolls.
Contracts
Fang And Talon(Canines): oooo
Fleeting Winter: o
Pledges
Advantages
Virtue: Justice
Vice: Wrath
Willpower: 4
Initiative: 5
Defense: 3
Wyrd: 1
Clarity: 7
Glamour: x/10
Speed: 12
Health: 8
Experience: 50/50
Equipment
"What was your life like before They came?"
Well... I lived with my family in Dublin, I went to school, I was on the girl's rugby team, in the cross-country running club, but I was also in sixth year and having a pretty crap time class-wise. I'm no good at school stuff and with the Leaving coming up I was getting pretty stressed out and depressed. All my friends were quitting the team and everything to study so I had nothing to do and nobody to hang out with because we were all supposed to be studying. It was crap to be honest.
I guess that's why I followed him, the day I was taken. I was coming home from school; crap day, crap weather, rugby cancelled, feeling crap. Walking past this little bunch of trees everyone local calls the Devil's Copse; just a bunch of trees and bushes. When you were a kid your mam would say not to play in there; the devil would get ya. But when you got older you knew it was just all the brambles you'd scratch yourself on. Anyway. This fella was standing just under the shelter of the trees, out of the rain, having a smoke, and as I was passing he says hello. He looked a little older than me, and he was really attractive! He had a bit of a devilish look about him I suppose; shiny black hair, pale skin, little goatee beard, dark clothes, cigarette. I thought he must be a college student.
We... talked for a bit, I don't really remember what it was about mostly. I was feeling awkward being all soaking wet and in my school uniform but he said I was really pretty. Nobody'd ever said that about me. Of course I fancied him, I'd be mad not to! Any girl woulda fancied the arse off him. The rain was getting heavier; he said we should get under the trees a bit to keep dry so I followed him - I was in a bit of a daze to be honest. The copse was a lot... deeper than you'd have thought. All snarly with brambles and nettles. Looking back I was crazy to follow after him, a strange lad I'd only met, but at the time... he was fascinating. I wanted to follow him.
And then the copse was gone and he turned around to look at me, and he was no college lad then...
"What of your durance in Arcadia?"
What I remember isn't proper memories really. It's all... sensations. I remember the smells of the chase; the stink of the prey's fear, the sweat and the muck and the scent of the Hedge through everything. I remember running, endlessly chasing the prey with the rest of the hounds and the Hunter behind us on his steed. The dark of the shady paths and the bright groves flashing past, our baying, the desperate panting of prey, the Hunter's horn and his terrible beasts howls. It always ended the same, with a flash of blood, the cracking of bones and the screaming - I'll never forget the screams.
"How did you manage your escape?"
We were hunting another changeling. At first it was like normal; we ran, he ran, we tried to gain and he tried to lose us. But when we cornered him, and he knew it was all over... it felt like waking up. I looked at him, he looked right back, and I wasn't the hound anymore. The hound was gone, and I was myself again, and I knew what I was doing.
It was horrible. Dogs have no remorse, you know; they don't feel bad about tearing someone to pieces or chasing them to exhaustion. All the dog knows is the thrill of the chase and reward at the end. But that changeling did something to us and suddenly we saw it all and couldn't stand it. The whole pack of us howled as one and scattered into the Thorns. The changeling followed me, and we ran and ran til my muscles burned and my paws bled and then the Hedge was gone. We was in a field, somewhere, and so exhausted I didn't even notice I wasn't the hound anymore before I collapsed. When I awoke a few scant hours later, I was still stunned and I wanted to ask my companion what had happened, what he had done to the pack. But he was gone, and I couldn't find a single trace of him.
"Tell me of your mien and your Mask."
My mien is like a weird combination of the hound and the old me. I guess the most obvious thing is my eyes. They're silvery-white, and they have a funny smoking glow that makes em look like they're on fire or something. Scares a lot of people on first sight. Skin's proper ebony black, with a bit of fur that's thickest around my shoulders and down my spine. My hair's the same colour; quite long and very shaggy but it's always been like that. I've got a tail - like a wolf's or something, it's quite furry and nice to wag. Pointy furry ears too, but I keep them folded back in my hair most of the time. My face is a bit longer than your average person, and I've got pretty big pointy teeth but I don't have a proper muzzle or anything. Nose is always cold and damp though, haha. Oh, and my hands. They look kinda like a dog's paws; pads and all, only longer like a person's hand. Raggedy black nails on them.
My mask looks much more ordinary, thank god. I've got fair, freckly skin, grey eyes and the same long dark hair as my mien. I'm skinny but what's there is almost all muscle - from all the running, you know. I think my teeth are pointier than before, and I stink like a wet dog when I'm wet, but otherwise I look mostly normal. I wear dark clothes you couldn't say much about; I look like a scruffy student. You've noticed the collar though, right - ironic, that's all it is.
"What happened to your old life? What of your fetch?"
I had no fetch. I just vanished one day somewhere between school and home and never came back. I don't know if I can now really; I was only gone a few years, but... how could I explain where I'd been? I looked into it; it was in the newspapers for a bit but most people thought it must've been suicide with how crap a year I'd been having. My parents were devastated; they divorced later that year and all. There's no going back; I don't even know where either of them moved after the divorce.
"What do you desire?"
I'd like to find that fey that made me wake up, to thank him. Mostly I'd like a warm bed by the fire and someone to scratch behind my ears but I think that's the hound talking.
and the terrible drawing which reminds me of emma watson for some reason:
Player: Jess
Character: Hunter
Chronicle: Boro LARP
Concept: Hunting Dog
Seeming: Beast
Kith: Hunterheart
Court: Winter
(following bits are terrible with autoformatting, whoops)
Attributes (5/4/3)
Mental (4) Physical (5) Social (3)
Int: oo Strength: oo Presence: ooo
Wits: ooo Dexterity: ooo Manipulation: o
Resolve: oo Stamina: ooo Composure: oo
Skills (11/7/4)
Mental (4) Physical (11) Social (7)
Academics: Athl: oooo(running) Animal Ken: ooo(dogs)
Computer: oo Drive: Empathy: oo(emotions)
Crafts: Brawl: ooo Expression:
Inves: oo(tracking) Firearms: Intimidation: oo
Medic: Larceny: Persuasion:
Occult: Stealth: oo Socialize:
Politics: Survival: ooo(Hedge) Streetwise:
Science: Weaponry: Subterfuge:
Merits
Direction Sense: o
Fleet of Foot: oo
Iron Stamina: oo
and 2 more points...
Blessings
Tooth and Claw: Unarmed damage is lethal.
8-again rule on Animal Ken, free speciality.
Can spend Glamour to add to Presence/Composure pools(1 for 1).
Curses
-4 penalty to untrained mental skill rolls.
Don't reroll 10s on Intelligence-based rolls.
Contracts
Fang And Talon(Canines): oooo
Fleeting Winter: o
Pledges
Advantages
Virtue: Justice
Vice: Wrath
Willpower: 4
Initiative: 5
Defense: 3
Wyrd: 1
Clarity: 7
Glamour: x/10
Speed: 12
Health: 8
Experience: 50/50
Equipment
"What was your life like before They came?"
Well... I lived with my family in Dublin, I went to school, I was on the girl's rugby team, in the cross-country running club, but I was also in sixth year and having a pretty crap time class-wise. I'm no good at school stuff and with the Leaving coming up I was getting pretty stressed out and depressed. All my friends were quitting the team and everything to study so I had nothing to do and nobody to hang out with because we were all supposed to be studying. It was crap to be honest.
I guess that's why I followed him, the day I was taken. I was coming home from school; crap day, crap weather, rugby cancelled, feeling crap. Walking past this little bunch of trees everyone local calls the Devil's Copse; just a bunch of trees and bushes. When you were a kid your mam would say not to play in there; the devil would get ya. But when you got older you knew it was just all the brambles you'd scratch yourself on. Anyway. This fella was standing just under the shelter of the trees, out of the rain, having a smoke, and as I was passing he says hello. He looked a little older than me, and he was really attractive! He had a bit of a devilish look about him I suppose; shiny black hair, pale skin, little goatee beard, dark clothes, cigarette. I thought he must be a college student.
We... talked for a bit, I don't really remember what it was about mostly. I was feeling awkward being all soaking wet and in my school uniform but he said I was really pretty. Nobody'd ever said that about me. Of course I fancied him, I'd be mad not to! Any girl woulda fancied the arse off him. The rain was getting heavier; he said we should get under the trees a bit to keep dry so I followed him - I was in a bit of a daze to be honest. The copse was a lot... deeper than you'd have thought. All snarly with brambles and nettles. Looking back I was crazy to follow after him, a strange lad I'd only met, but at the time... he was fascinating. I wanted to follow him.
And then the copse was gone and he turned around to look at me, and he was no college lad then...
"What of your durance in Arcadia?"
What I remember isn't proper memories really. It's all... sensations. I remember the smells of the chase; the stink of the prey's fear, the sweat and the muck and the scent of the Hedge through everything. I remember running, endlessly chasing the prey with the rest of the hounds and the Hunter behind us on his steed. The dark of the shady paths and the bright groves flashing past, our baying, the desperate panting of prey, the Hunter's horn and his terrible beasts howls. It always ended the same, with a flash of blood, the cracking of bones and the screaming - I'll never forget the screams.
"How did you manage your escape?"
We were hunting another changeling. At first it was like normal; we ran, he ran, we tried to gain and he tried to lose us. But when we cornered him, and he knew it was all over... it felt like waking up. I looked at him, he looked right back, and I wasn't the hound anymore. The hound was gone, and I was myself again, and I knew what I was doing.
It was horrible. Dogs have no remorse, you know; they don't feel bad about tearing someone to pieces or chasing them to exhaustion. All the dog knows is the thrill of the chase and reward at the end. But that changeling did something to us and suddenly we saw it all and couldn't stand it. The whole pack of us howled as one and scattered into the Thorns. The changeling followed me, and we ran and ran til my muscles burned and my paws bled and then the Hedge was gone. We was in a field, somewhere, and so exhausted I didn't even notice I wasn't the hound anymore before I collapsed. When I awoke a few scant hours later, I was still stunned and I wanted to ask my companion what had happened, what he had done to the pack. But he was gone, and I couldn't find a single trace of him.
"Tell me of your mien and your Mask."
My mien is like a weird combination of the hound and the old me. I guess the most obvious thing is my eyes. They're silvery-white, and they have a funny smoking glow that makes em look like they're on fire or something. Scares a lot of people on first sight. Skin's proper ebony black, with a bit of fur that's thickest around my shoulders and down my spine. My hair's the same colour; quite long and very shaggy but it's always been like that. I've got a tail - like a wolf's or something, it's quite furry and nice to wag. Pointy furry ears too, but I keep them folded back in my hair most of the time. My face is a bit longer than your average person, and I've got pretty big pointy teeth but I don't have a proper muzzle or anything. Nose is always cold and damp though, haha. Oh, and my hands. They look kinda like a dog's paws; pads and all, only longer like a person's hand. Raggedy black nails on them.
My mask looks much more ordinary, thank god. I've got fair, freckly skin, grey eyes and the same long dark hair as my mien. I'm skinny but what's there is almost all muscle - from all the running, you know. I think my teeth are pointier than before, and I stink like a wet dog when I'm wet, but otherwise I look mostly normal. I wear dark clothes you couldn't say much about; I look like a scruffy student. You've noticed the collar though, right - ironic, that's all it is.
"What happened to your old life? What of your fetch?"
I had no fetch. I just vanished one day somewhere between school and home and never came back. I don't know if I can now really; I was only gone a few years, but... how could I explain where I'd been? I looked into it; it was in the newspapers for a bit but most people thought it must've been suicide with how crap a year I'd been having. My parents were devastated; they divorced later that year and all. There's no going back; I don't even know where either of them moved after the divorce.
"What do you desire?"
I'd like to find that fey that made me wake up, to thank him. Mostly I'd like a warm bed by the fire and someone to scratch behind my ears but I think that's the hound talking.
and the terrible drawing which reminds me of emma watson for some reason: