I thought it up with my huge brain
His name is Marcus, but those who hang with him call him Seven. He's the best damn thief you'll ever meet. He's only got seven fingers. There's a story, but you'll have to make do with the abridged version for now, 'k? Ask himself someday.
Seems that Marcus had taken the wrong guy's stuff. Some kingpin motherfucker who had some kinda brujo on retainer. Put a curse on our guy. The upshot: Marcus started losing his fingers.
It seemed like accidents at first. Shard of glass cut off one. Girlfriend's damn pomeranian bit off his pinky. Bad luck, right? But after Marcus woke up one night to see his middle finger FALL OFF like he had leprosy, he got scared. Got wise too, I guess.
He started putting feelers out, and found a guy in International Falls, Minnesota of all places, who knew a thing or two about, shit, the dark arts I guess.
Picture it if you can: There's our guy in a tattoo parlor after hours, scared shitless, while some drooling stick-figure of a Swede inks runes at the base of his remaining fingers.
That seemingly did the job. Marcus hasn't lost another finger, and is still the best thief in the game. He's gotten cautious though. We all have. Everyone here's got a story like that.
Some guy once said ”put a demon in a man's mind and he walks in darkness forever”. Well, we're trying to navigate the darkness and maybe find a way out.
That's my idea. One part Leverage, one part Unknown Armies, one part Ninth Gate.
Seems that Marcus had taken the wrong guy's stuff. Some kingpin motherfucker who had some kinda brujo on retainer. Put a curse on our guy. The upshot: Marcus started losing his fingers.
It seemed like accidents at first. Shard of glass cut off one. Girlfriend's damn pomeranian bit off his pinky. Bad luck, right? But after Marcus woke up one night to see his middle finger FALL OFF like he had leprosy, he got scared. Got wise too, I guess.
He started putting feelers out, and found a guy in International Falls, Minnesota of all places, who knew a thing or two about, shit, the dark arts I guess.
Picture it if you can: There's our guy in a tattoo parlor after hours, scared shitless, while some drooling stick-figure of a Swede inks runes at the base of his remaining fingers.
That seemingly did the job. Marcus hasn't lost another finger, and is still the best thief in the game. He's gotten cautious though. We all have. Everyone here's got a story like that.
Some guy once said ”put a demon in a man's mind and he walks in darkness forever”. Well, we're trying to navigate the darkness and maybe find a way out.
That's my idea. One part Leverage, one part Unknown Armies, one part Ninth Gate.