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  • #16
    Cause I'm using this for double duty, a fuller sheet is to be expected. Changes are also to be expected

    Danica Stawski, the Witch of the Chicago River
    Wyrd 2 Telluric Waterborn Ogre of the Fire Court, 20 years old
    Mask: Witch/Mien: Student
    Aspirations: Bring down the one who sacrificed her to the Fae, Learn to be more composed, Make a secure and comfortable bedding place
    Health: 8, Willpower: 4, Clarity: 7

    Attributes
    Mental: Intelligence 2, Wits 3, Resolve 3
    Physical: Strength 3, Dexterity 1, Stamina 3
    Social: Presence 2, Manipulation 3, Composure 1

    Skills
    Mental: Academics 1(Specialty Chicago History, +2), Occult 3
    Physical: Athletics 2, Brawl 3, Survival 2(Specialty Foraging)
    Social: Empathy 2, Intimidation 3, Persuasion 1(Specialty Begging), Streetwise 3, Subterfuge 2

    Merits
    Hardy 1
    Area of Expertise(Chicago History)
    Dual Kith
    Fire Mantle 1

    Contracts
    Cloak of Starfire 1
    Changeling Fate 2
    Murkblur

    Other Traits
    Size: 5
    Speed: 9
    Defense: 3
    Initiative Mod: 2
    Armor: 1/1 when Cloaked

    Description
    Imagine an artist at a lousy convention. The entire weekend, people have either just snapped pictures of his work and walked off without buying a damn thing or begged and pleaded with him to do just the tiniest sketch of them without asking for payment, on top of a thousand other stupid micro-aggressions or simple stupid acts of negligent thought. Finally, as he's taking stuff down, someone comes up and asks for a quick drawing of a nymph for free. When he tells them that he charges for his drawings, the customer scoffs and says he doesn't even believe the guy drew any of the shit up here. Furious, the artist finally sketches, as quickly and with as few lines as possible, a nymph to show that yes, his style is exactly that shown in the work, before shoving it in the guy's face and storming off. That nymph, even though she can be discerned as a nymph in her outline and details, would not look like the sort of creature you'd find languidly tempting in souls on the shore of a sandy beach. No, the nymph drawn there, as an act of violence, looks like the nymph who broke down the dam that flooded the valley, killing everyone in it, all sharp angles and viciousness.

    Danica's mask looks like that. A little taller than the average American woman (about 5'6"), layers upon layers of thrift shop and lost goods clothing make her seem stouter and flabbier than the slim, muscular girl actually is. Her short, wavy black hair is often left swept back from her time in the water, and her big brown eyes, speckled with blue, draw angles in relation to her chin and hairline, a knife cutting the crowds, the water, the fates.

    Danica's mien initially seems similar, with more whorls in her gleaming skin texture and bone structures being the only big difference. However, in flow to her mood and circumstances, her white skin gives way to the look of glass, showing off deep, dark waters hiding bright, angry stars. This revelation of the ocean within ebbs and flows, in time and tide to the current narrative of the Wyrd.

    Backstory
    Before the durance, Danica was a pretty happy kid who idolized her mother, who was an architectural advisor to the city and its' various businesses. She spent many nights listening to her mother as they drove through the city, listening to her talk about the strange and complex history of Chicago, building by building, alley by alley, before they would close out the day at her father's diner. Danica often looked up books on Chicago's history in school so she could keep up and add small bits to her mother's conversation. She did well in school and had a few good friends, a few good enemies, and the general approval of everyone else.

    In was shortly after the Chicago Flood on April 13th, 1992, that things went to shit for her. One day, as her mother was looking over the water coming in and working with a team of people, Danica wandered off a little too far, and ran into a gang with large, vicious looking dogs. Upon spying her, they chased her, blocking her off from her mother. They chased her into one of the buildings, down into the flooding basements. The leader, a heavily scarred man, wearing a leather jacket patched with a patch of a broken lantern spewing fire, laughed, giving condolences before shoving her into the water.

    She's not sure when she was picked up by the Gently Sleeping Boy, or when she was taken to Arcadia. One second, she was sinking in filthy brown water, the next she was sinking through the deep navy of an Arcadian ocean, stars burning and drifting in the currents. Her breath left her, and still she lived. Her flesh stripped off in rags, and still she lived. A star drifted through her heart and spine, and still she lived. The temptation she gave into was to simply sink, as the ocean of stars lulled her to sleep, tide and fate singing to her softly.

    At some point, the song changed, murmurs of secrets lost from the Strangers, gentle gurgles of disquiet. Danica woke with each secret she learned, with each unsettled current. This happened for time, until she got a sense of self, of being. She would drift, listening to the water and stars, and eventually found a group of changelings at a wall. Upon realizing the water had a voice, a face, a heart, they spoke to her harshly, urgently, whispering loss upon loss, theft upon theft. Their words became her fury over time, and she turned her tide against the wall, driving debris and stars and crashing furor against it again and again and again. Finally, the wall broke, and the ocean swept through the Hedge to the edge of mortality.

    The Gently Sleeping Boy was there. He congratulated her for several years of work, and for helping her make a big gain for him. He said there was no need to worry, she was free to go, though he looked forward to her services again in future. And with that, Danica entered the real world again, and ran for home. There, her heart sank. Twenty years had passed in the real world where only ten had passed in Arcadia, and she found her parents caring for a copy of herself recently come out of a coma. She even broke in and tried to find out what happened, but when the alarm caused her parents to call the cops, she ran for it. She ran until she crashed into MacDougall of the 1871 Freehold, member of the Fire Court. He took her in briefly, explaining things for her. In that brief time, she noticed a collection of patches that MacDougall said reflected the changing heraldry of the Fire Court, including the broken lantern she had seen previously. When offered to join the Fire Court, Danica accepted, but quickly fled after she had been sealed into the fold. She knew she had an opportunity to find out what happened in '92, and get revenge for the years she lost, but she wasn't sure she could get answers without tipping her hand.

    So now, she haunts the bridges and waterways of Chicago, learning the hard knocks of life on the street, begging and scrapping for money and food while digging into the history and secrets of Chicago.

    Personality
    What got her out of Arcadia was a decision to get angry. What keeps her safe on the streets is the decision to be angry. What keeps her from breaking down at how lost and confused she really is is the decision to be angry. Danica chooses to be frustrated, angry, annoyed, abrasive because it seems like the only way to keep from drowning again. She has plenty of reason to be upset, and lots of power to back her up, so she chases her life around keeping up the frustration. When she's not sleeping or hanging around a corner with a sign and tupperware bowl, she's often looking for a reason to be upset

    If she ever stopped though, she'd have to deal with the fact that she's a girl lost in time, a little girl thrown into a world of adults, a lone figure pushed chasing a shadowy conspiracy that threw her into the lulling hell she never wanted to go back to again. And if she ever stopped, she'd have to confront that being abrasive and angry is exhausting and unrewarding for her, that she prefered her life when she could be sweet and laid back. Danica has all the capabilities of a badass, but little of the drive, in actuality. But if she accepts that, she'll become vulnerable, and the she won't let that happen again.

    Danica's biggest problem is her tendency to wear her heart on her sleeve. While she can steer the ship of her emotions about as well as anyone, she will show what she's feeling, if not what she's thinking. It's what's keeping her from actually investigating the Fire Court, and it's why she needs to keep the momentum on her anger.
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    And I think that should be it.
    Last edited by ArcaneArts; 03-12-2016, 11:57 PM.


    Kelly R.S. Steele, Freelance Writer(Feel free to call me Kelly, Arcane, or Arc)
    The world is not beautiful, therefore it is.-Keiichi Sigsawa, Kino's Journey
    Feminine pronouns, please.

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    • #17
      Neat! Is Chicago going to be one of the example Freeholds? Feel free to say if you can't say.

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      • #18
        Chicago is not. It's part of a playtest I'm doing with someone else because fuck I haven't actually been a player of Changeling in years.


        Kelly R.S. Steele, Freelance Writer(Feel free to call me Kelly, Arcane, or Arc)
        The world is not beautiful, therefore it is.-Keiichi Sigsawa, Kino's Journey
        Feminine pronouns, please.

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        • #19
          Originally posted by ArcaneArts View Post
          Chicago is not. It's part of a playtest I'm doing with someone else because fuck I haven't actually been a player of Changeling in years.
          I find it amusing that this describes roughly half the players in said group.


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          Currently Consuming: Demon: the Descent 1e

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          • #20
            Originally posted by ArcaneArts View Post
            Danica Stawski, the Witch of the Chicago River
            Could you share anything about the courts of Chicago, Arc? I'm quite curious.

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            • #21
              That's Satchel's kid. Ask him.

              I think it's a pretty cool and fairly different sort of freehold.


              Kelly R.S. Steele, Freelance Writer(Feel free to call me Kelly, Arcane, or Arc)
              The world is not beautiful, therefore it is.-Keiichi Sigsawa, Kino's Journey
              Feminine pronouns, please.

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              • #22
                In general, do we get an awesome Actual Play of this Changeling game of epicness?


                (he/him/his)


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                • #23
                  Originally posted by ArcaneArts View Post
                  Chicago is not. It's part of a playtest I'm doing with someone else because fuck I haven't actually been a player of Changeling in years.
                  I feel ya, man. I don't believe I've actually played any of these games in at least, oh, I dunno....three or four years? Wait! I did play in a Changeling game run by Dave "The Legend" Martin of the Wrecking Crew two GenCons ago. But other than that, easily not since 2012 or so.


                  This space for rent.

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                  • #24
                    Originally posted by strider1276 View Post

                    I feel ya, man. I don't believe I've actually played any of these games in at least, oh, I dunno....three or four years? Wait! I did play in a Changeling game run by Dave "The Legend" Martin of the Wrecking Crew two GenCons ago. But other than that, easily not since 2012 or so.
                    My biggest problem is that I keep end up having to teach people the new systems. Argh.


                    Kelly R.S. Steele, Freelance Writer(Feel free to call me Kelly, Arcane, or Arc)
                    The world is not beautiful, therefore it is.-Keiichi Sigsawa, Kino's Journey
                    Feminine pronouns, please.

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                    • #25
                      Originally posted by espritdecalmar View Post
                      Could you share anything about the courts of Chicago, Arc? I'm quite curious.
                      There's two of them. Fire having the Crown is by definition Bad News.


                      Resident Lore-Hound
                      Currently Consuming: Demon: the Descent 1e

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                      • #26
                        Originally posted by Nicolas Milioni View Post
                        I dont even know where to start kink-shaming this
                        LMFAO. Yeah Amber is so fucked up she's one of my best creations, right up their with my Darkling Hunterheart "Cenobite" and Dearheart/Flamesiren ideas.

                        Seriously love this character. And no I don't have a furry fetish, I just love the mix of raw sexuality, animalism, showmenship, and disturbing mix of horror and humour.

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                        • #27
                          Lady Abhilasha is a Fairest Vishkanya (Brewer/Blightbent). An Escort and Assassin, Lady Abhilasha seduces her target then turns either her own bodily fluids into a poison or her targets body fluid into either booze or a poison if the plan is an assassination. When Lady Abhilasha gets really pissed off or is in combat she goes blightbent and turns the moisture in the air around her into alchol (hidden) or poison (lethal damage).

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                          • #28
                            Phallic, this is the third female character I've seen you make where a very heavy emphasis was placed on their sexualization. Not sexuality, sexualization. I'm sure many of us are curious to know if you have a changeling character whose only purpose is not to make an appeal as a lustful object, and would love to see a character who is actually, you know, a character.


                            Kelly R.S. Steele, Freelance Writer(Feel free to call me Kelly, Arcane, or Arc)
                            The world is not beautiful, therefore it is.-Keiichi Sigsawa, Kino's Journey
                            Feminine pronouns, please.

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                            • #29
                              Originally posted by Satchel View Post
                              There's two of them. Fire having the Crown is by definition Bad News.
                              What's the other one? And is their having the Crown a different quality of journalism?

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                              • #30
                                If ArcaneArts wouldn't mind me posting a similarly styled character sheet (some things have yet to be filled in proper), I have a character that I've wanted to post since I saw this thread start up. Among the tentative things is the court, since the game I've got planned for is still being planned out, and of the non-Toronto courts thus far Autumn seems like it'd fit Cardiac best. I have other characters, but so far Cardiac is the best laid out.

                                Cardiac Mask
                                Wyrd 1 Air-Touched Jeweleyes Elemental (potentially of the Autumn court)
                                Virtue: Compassion Vice: Violence
                                Aspirations: Discover his own history, Better function in society, Learn how to drive
                                Health: 8, Willpower: 6, Clarity: 7

                                Attributes
                                Mental: Intelligence 1, Wits 2, Resolve 3
                                Physical: Strength 3, Dexterity 3, Stamina 3
                                Social: Presence 2, Manipulation 2, Composure 3

                                Skills
                                Mental: Academics 1 (Formal/Essay Writing), Investigation 1, Occult 2
                                Physical: Athletics 3, Brawl 2 (Counter-attack), Stealth 2, Survival 2, Weaponry 2
                                Social: Empathy 2, Expression2 (Creative Writing), Intimidation 1, Streetwise 1, Subterfuge 1

                                Merits
                                Dual Kith
                                Danger Sense
                                Indomitable
                                Patient
                                Parkour 1
                                Fighting Style: Armed Defense 1

                                Contracts
                                Cloak of Elements (Wind) 1
                                Pathfinder
                                Inanimate Communion (Instinctive Knowledge)
                                Vainglory (Splendor of the Envoy’s Protection)

                                Other Traits
                                Size: 5
                                Speed: 11
                                Defense: 5
                                Initiative Mod: 6
                                Armor: 1/1 when Cloaked
                                Conditions: Amnesia
                                Mein: Beneath the Mask

                                Durance

                                The domain looked like one endless, if empty, city block, pitted with the occasional clearing, park or artificial rivers, and the sky is black...until the Keeper, The Viewer, looks to a certain area. Then the sky is blue but filled with stars, its eyes, hungry to capture the action live. Once lit, Monsters emerge from the shadows and the buildings they have broken into, while Heroes drop down into the streets, and the two fight. Civilians flock out of the buildings to these areas to watch and be taken into the battle.

                                Why? Simply because that was the only way to actually get food or water in this realm, aside from eating each other.

                                Monsters attack/maim/kill/eat civilians, and while Heroes kill the monsters, they also turn on each other or the civilians as they are given "parts" to play, their memories removed and their personalities given a new mask each time they are to do a "Scene". The fight lasts until all but one side has died or fled. Then, the eyes descend and fix the damage, reviving the dead and repairing the wounded. However, deceased heroes aren't revived - the wounded are given new powers, because that's what "heroes" do, and coming back from the dead just wasn't "heroic". Fled heroes are gathered and repaired as well, though perhaps not as well nourished as those who fought and survived.

                                Everyone viewed is given sustenance, released and a new part of the city is chosen. Heroes not in the last fight are dispersed here, Monsters who hadn't been involved are drawn in, and new civilians are in willing peril.

                                One unfortunate soul happened to wander in through the hedge into the thick of a fight...and he promptly got his face and ribs eaten off. His screams, however, attracted the Eyes of the Viewer, and it proclaimed that, for an amateur, this new person was able to wear his expressions openly, showing and wearing his heart. And so the Viewer "promoted" this poor newcomer to being a Hero. It took his beating heart and made it his face, giving him a new heart in the process, so he would always express himself in the thick of battle, therein known as Heart.

                                From that day on, Heart was dropped into different parts of the city where Monsters and civilians flocked, and each time he fought until he won or ran to keep alive. His appearance changed to match the roles the Viewer gave them, as did his fellow Heroes, but his motif remained the same. One day, Heart was doing his duty (as all heroes did) by transcribing what the scene was like from his perspective for the Viewer. However, Heart forgot what hero did which and, remembering that they were with him last scene, looked back at what he wrote before.

                                That was what inspired him to run.

                                See, Heart noticed that what he wrote before...didn't make sense with what he was writing now. The scene he just did had him as a valiant hero, taking a claw through his chest to protect a civilian. Yet, the previous had him as a dirty coward, begging the monsters to eat his fellow heroes to spare him. And before that he was a brute, fighting anyone and everyone in front of him. On and on, the personalities changed, and though he remembered these scenes it just made no damned sense for him as he read it.

                                And then Heart realized that he didn't have a role dictating him - his face was still a heart, but he was remembering himself...as himself. And nothing about what he was remembering was anything he wanted. He wanted stability, he wanted to have consistency. He wouldn't have that here, he couldn't be himself here even between dictations, and unlike the civilians and Monsters he was unlikely stay alive long enough to figure out more.

                                And so he ran, into the night that covered much of the city.

                                Of course, leaving wasn't easy. Even when the Viewer wasn't watching, the sky dark, Monsters fought him and civilians flocked to him - he was a Hero, and if he was there certainly the Viewer was to come. He ran to the edge of the city and, even then had to scale the buildings to make it over that edge.

                                But he made it to the Hedge. As he scrambled through thorns, darkness and maddening views, the idea of stability drew him out and away. When he got out, nameless and without a home, he was as lost as he was in the Viewer's domain. His lack of memory meant that he couldn't recognise his childhood home for what it was, and the face he saw in the windows that didn't click in his memory.

                                He still had his mask, however - the heart on his face. The muscle of his heart. The Cardiac. And he took that as his name - Cardiac Mask.
                                Last edited by Taidragon; 03-15-2016, 10:05 PM.

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