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  • #31
    33) An indie film maker and resident of Vancouver, Canada. While the art and artistry of film-making provides the bulk of this Orphan's tools for magick, his greatest Instrument may very well be the city of Vancouver itself. For decades, the city has played host to film and television shoots, portraying every city imaginable...except, rarely, itself. As such, it has Mythic Threads tied up in virtually every urban area in the world. Proficient in Correspondence, this Orphan uses props and costumes that evoke other cities, in order to turn a corner in Vancouver and arrive halfway across the world. And when he wants to return to his city, he clutches a newspaper or tourist trinket from Vancouver and walks back. And because everything from action movies to spy thrillers to comedies have been shot there, he can stand at a location and draw out an effect that matches the film or TV show that "took place" in those spots.

    In a more general manner, he understands that film-making is a kind of magic. But all films are, at their core, acts of deception (that the audience may or may not be in on). Therefore, Magic is the act of lying to Witnesses, Reality, and the Mage himself. Many techniques of both cinematography and stage magic filter into his techniques, in an attempt to "Edit" the world the way the character wants it. Not lying for its own sake, however, but to reveal deeper truths. Isn't that what Art is all about?


    • #32
      34) As a mere academic, he found the Western occult tradition an ordered system, to be learned and mastered. When all elements are in their proper place, in the proper proportions, at the proper movement of the stars, Magic happened in a proper way. As he made contact with the Order of Hermes and began to learn its Sorceries, he thought he'd found the height of the Mysteries. If not within his grasp, that with the path to attainment stretched out before him. That eventually, he could know it all.

      Then two things happened. First, he Awakened. And second, he experienced Paradox.

      His mind had already been expanded by his new Awakening when Reality burned him, and sparked yet further expansion. When he was whisked into the Order proper, he asked what Paradox was. And though he was given many theories and guesses, they admitted that no one really knew for sure. Instead of being horrified, as many new Mages are, he was filled with a feeling of the Sublime. An ego-destroying awareness of a new, beautiful Mystery.

      Now a Mage of House Bonisagus, he has dedicated himself to the study of Reality's immune response. As a Paradox Scholar, he does what few Mages dare to do: invite Paradox in, rather than fleeing it. He wants to feel the Burn, bare the Flaws, spar with the Spirits, traverse the Realms, and, if he dares, muddle through the Quiet. Or, at least, he has the courage to stand up to it more than many of his peers.

      He isn't stupid - he wouldn't have entered the Order of Hermes if he was. He wants to live, and finds pain unpleasant. Rather, he won't allow these to deter him from studying Paradox as a phenomenon. Prime is his specialty, as a method of studying the flow of magic. Life is important simply to patch himself up when he gets burned. Moreover, personal experimentation is a slow and dangerous process. So instead of remaining sequestered in his lab, he journeys from Chantry to Chantry, interviewing his fellow Awakened about their experiences with Paradox. He's already published a Treatise on Paradox, and works to fill notebook after notebook about its manifestations. The individual beliefs of the mages, their attitudes towards Paradox, what kind of magick likely precipitated its release, the kinds of spirits they encountered, etc.

      This man will unlock the Mysteries of Paradox, even if it kills him or drives him mad. Maybe if he does, he can help find a way to push against it.


      • #33
        35) Antonio San Angel was a normal guy. a christian mexican who prayed all the days and thanked the lord for his blessing.

        Living in ciudad Juarez is always dangerous..things got specially complicated when it was revealed to him the Horrors of the "Sangre Dormida" (Sleeping Blood), the "Aztec" Horrors that controlled mankind!. How could "God" allow such faul creatures to walk in the world of man?!. Some of its servants followed him home and killed his beloved ones. The cult of "El Durmiente" drank, rape and killed his loved ones and the drug lords left him for dead...Until a voice came from the heaven's. It wasnt an Angel, but a "Santo."

        El Santo, The Silver Masked hero lied his hand upon "Antonio" and baptized him as "El Misterioso" (The Mysteryous one), removing his Face from existance (Paradox Flaw: Always masked and Arcane 4 from his previous life) El Misterioso is now a Luchador. Guided by El Santo, he now protects the innocents, fights the horrors from Hell as he searches for El Durmiente...and the horrors of his nephandi companions, Doctor Satan (barrabi son of aether), Satana de Los Muertos (euthanatoi), La Mariposa Negra (Barrabi)

        Sorry, but the idea of a Luchador using magick against a matthusalen is too amusing...besides, lets be honest.. NO ONE! would see a masked luchador trying to pull a Pile Diver on a Vampire while saying "EN EL NOMBRE DE CRISTO, TE JODISTE CABRON!" (in the name of christ! youre fucked asshole!)

        Forum's Official's Joker and Trickster. Pardon my bad english, aint my first language (I Speak Spanish).
        ST: DtF, HtR, WtO, MtA
        Signature Chars: Crowley (hakalu), Joe The Nuwisha (WtA)
        Changelings: be afraid of the Technocracian High Five of Doom


        • #34
          Originally posted by Crowley View Post
          Sorry, but the idea of a Luchador using magick against a matthusalen is too amusing...besides, lets be honest.. NO ONE! would see a masked luchador trying to pull a Pile Diver on a Vampire while saying "EN EL NOMBRE DE CRISTO, TE JODISTE CABRON!" (in the name of christ! youre fucked asshole!)
          "The power of Christ compels you...TO GET DUNKED ON!" *Proceeds to pull off some Ultimate Muscle super move, while an angelic chorus and Mexican trumpets blare in the background*

          On a more serious note, I like the idea of him having high Arcane, but I'd change the mask angle a bit. Make it not a permanent Paradox effect, but a requirement of his Focus. Wearing the mask at all times is part of how (he believes) he gets his divine lucha libre powers. In much the same way that a Shaman might need to continue observing her taboos, or else she loses the favor of her spirit allies (from a Paradigmatic sense, not from the sense of spirits she's talked to), so too does El Misterioso lose his power if his face is ever seen uncovered. It's a requirement from the Santo who empowered him and gave him purpose. If he gets the mask taken off - especially if he is defeated - he no longer believes he can channel righteous power. And because he believes it, so shall it be. Only when he's made proper penance for his dishonor can he start using Magick again.

          This turns the fact that he always wears a mask into an active part of any story he's in, not just an incidental detail. He must remain vigilant, never allowing himself to be seen unmasked. And others - his enemies, the police, potential love interests - could attempt to remove his mask...especially if they realize how important it is to his ability to work holy wrestling moves. That, to me, makes it far more interesting.


          • #35
            36) Ever since Norville was little, he always seemed to know how to get along with animals (especially dogs). So much that despite just being an average animal trainer, the Progenitors were very interested in bringing him in. Especially when his Genius awakened and made his pet dog talk (who now serves as a Companion). So now, the optimistic hipster with a love of food serves as a psuedo Dr. Dolittle that handles the animals for his convention's studies and expeditions even if he has a tendency to get scared.

            (Yes, I was inspired by Shaggy Rogers, especially the Scooby Apocalypse version.)

            See my splat, Angel: The Revelation (With a MUCH better link):


            • #36
              [This one inspired by these pages from Girl Genius.]

              37) A student of the classics of high artifice, this Etherite's passion is automatons. Not the clunky, serviceable droids common among his more practical peers, but elegant clockwork figures that mesh Science with Art.

              Often belittled as a boy for his love of dolls, this son born to minor wealth discovered a life-sized doll at an auction, which sold the possessions of an eccentric recluse, claimed after his untimely demise. The young man bought the doll, along with the scores of documents that otherwise started bid for peanuts. The boy marveled at the doll's craftsmanship, and discovered it was a clockwork robot upon opening it up. Its designs amazed and boggled him, and he couldn't figure out how to work it. Seeking answers, he turned to the eccentric's notes. Among them was a hand-copied codex...the Kitab Al-Alacir.

              Upon finishing the text, the young man's mind was suitably expanded, and pulsed with ideas. He found the doll's schematics, and found he could suddenly comprehend its operation. He started the automaton up, and it worked beautifully.

              He has become a sort of expert on automatons from the Enlightenment period. His workshop is filled with mechanical servitors, and upon joining the Society of Ether, he began to amass secrets of clockwork technology. But his greatest goal harkens back to the product of one Genius of the Artificers, from the days of the Order of Reason. That product: The Muses, nine exquisite dolls, created by the Artificer Van Rijn. Each gifted with an Art form, and capable of inspiring those who witness them. It's even said that all nine Muses together could put on a performance capable of Awakening the audience, though this story is unconfirmed.

              Upon Van Rijn's death, the Muses were split up. Some stolen, some given as gifts, some dismantled by the clumsy hands of lesser Enlightened Scientists. Some, it is said, ran away of their own accord, to escape abuse. They are scattered now, and only a few snatched up. Members of Iteration X have collected a few, as they are wont to do with artifacts of the Order of Reason's heyday. One of the dismantled Muses found its way into the hands of an Etherite in the past, but that Etherite became casualty to the Ascension War, the doll likely taken as plunder.

              Our young dollmaker is fascinated by the stories. He longs for the Muses, and how glorious it would be to bring them together, repaired. His great mission is to collect the Muses, even if he must wrest them from Technocrat clutches. Or if he must scour the earth, to root out those gone to ground.


              • #37
                38) Harmony was a university student, daughter of a wealthy visual designer. She studied philosophy, and engaged in fencing competitions, with aspirations to go pro when she graduated. Her life harbored little stress, so she dabbled in romance once or twice; she slept with one of her classmates, more for the ability to say she'd lost her virginity to her female peers. Still, she liked sex, and wouldn't be opposed to doing it again, though she had trouble opening up to people.

                All these things seemed to matter very little after her Junior year. She was studying Gnostic and Neo-Platonic philosophy when she received the notice of her father's injury. He'd been attacked by someone, and had chemicals splashed into his eyes. Harmony, devastated, abandoned her class schedule to return home. But her studies - of The One, Ideas, Forms, and the Phenomenal World - stayed with her, swirling around her brain throughout the journey.

                Her father would never regain his sight; his career was over. And, what's worse, his attacker was a man of some wealth himself, and some means. Most people knew that when the attacker got off on a technicality, it was probably because he pulled strings within the court system to dodge his guilt. Rumors and scandal say he'd done it before, in the man's business dealings.

                Justice had not been served, and Harmony was apoplectic. That man walked away from his crimes unpunished, while her father was left in a hospital bed, waking up shouting in fear of the darkness that was his life now. The young woman ran from the family home, emotionally overwhelmed. In a fit of hysteria, she Awakened.

                An unpleasant Awakening, Harmony saw the world around her as a complex web of shadows, her newfound sense of Prime, filtered through Platonic thought. Unable to handle the sensations, she shut her eyes. She never wanted to open them again. In time, she would come to understand that moment as her seeing the world for what it was: a shadow play, cast by the light of the One shining down on the purer Ideas and Forms of the Phenomenal World. The base, material world she experienced up until then was an insubstantial pageant play. While she would peek out from her eyelids a few times - she needed to reassure her grieving parents that she hadn't also become physically blinded - she eventually settled on abandoning sight as a rule, donning a blindfold wherever she went. What difference did it make, living in darkness, when the world around her is shadows anyway? The only true light came from The One, and she no longer needed eyes to see that. Her burgeoning grasp of Prime, Forces, and Correspondence circumvented her limitations.

                Time passed, and she became comfortable with her new powers. As soon as she felt herself ready, she snuck into the home of her father's attacker, and delivered swift retribution. In that moment, she took the name Justice.

       didn't feel the way she thought it would, taking a man's life. There was no satisfaction in making his shed his mortal coil. Only a profound emptiness. She had become Justice, but she felt awful. Bastard though he was, did he deserve death? Or had she allowed hate to blind her? And what would she do then? Justice...Harmony...she went looking for answers, ones she couldn't find on a crusade of death. Eventually, the Celestial Chorus found her.

                Harmony is learning to accept what happened, bit by bit. She's joined one of the Chorus's knightly orders, for her skills in combat are, sadly, in great need these days. On the battlefield, she is called Justice; everywhere else, Harmony. It's a dichotomy reflected everywhere in her life. She's uncertain if she's shut out Darkness in favor of Light, or if she's now living in Darkness, or if she casts Darkness herself. For now, Harmony wields light and shadows in equal measure, while she figures out what she is. Two of her Instruments - Thought Forms and Song - stand in intellectual opposition. With the one, she envisions mechanisms, platonic machines projected into the Phenomenal World, so that she may better move the Material one. With the other, she lets go of the rigid order, and lets herself channel The One's blessings through her song, like the Chorus taught her. Leaving the rational behind, that Sublime feeling flows through her.

                She also vacillates between Gnostic and Platonic, unsure if the world is an irredeemable mess from a malevolent Demiurge, or a flawed but ultimately beautiful creation by a benevolent demiurge, acting according to The One's will. She indulges the former by erecting further barriers between herself and the world, trying to stifle emotions in order to best facilitate her goals. But she only has temporal goals because she thinks there's something in this world that has value.

                And no matter how much she would play the machine, she still feels. Deeply and with longing. She's still a human, with human passions. She's still a woman, with a woman's needs. In the midst of external pressures involved in the Ascension War, and internal struggles with who she is and what she wants to be, Harmony can't help but want to find companionship. She's a warrior, philosopher, transcendentalist, and believer, sorely desiring of a lover.

                Someone to hold her hand when she trembles in the dark, just as her mother did for her father.
                Last edited by Bluecho; 03-24-2017, 11:18 PM.