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[i]"What good is a reunion without a chance to make a few bucks?"[/i]
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[sub][color=FFC1CC]Greyson Michael "Edict" Devola[/color]

[color=FFC1CC]He/Him/Himself[/color]   [b]|[/b]   [color=FFC1CC]27[/color]   [b]|[/b]   [color=FFC1CC]Italian/African American[/color]   [b]|[/b]   [color=FFC1CC]6'[/color]  [b]|[/b]   [color=FFC1CC]177lbs[/color]      
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[color=FFC1CC]Listening.[/color]
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[color=FFC1CC]Skills & Talents[/color][/sub]
[i]"You ever read Dale Carnegie?"[/i]
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[color=FFC1CC][b]Smooth Operator ⫻[/b][/color] Edict was known for being smooth like glass long before his Kindling Event. He has a natural way of gauging the mood and interest of those he's speaking to, particularly in crowds and groups where he can deflect attention drawn to him. 
[color=FFC1CC][b]Wheeler Dealer ⫻[/b][/color] The mindset of a money maker is one that is constantly on the hunt. The mentality is, ultimately, that the vast amount of liquidity can buy peace of mind: To that end, Edict is constantly hunting for the bottom dollar with expertise and efficiency. 
[color=FFC1CC][b]Underground Broker ⫻[/b][/color] From the moment he realized there was a world beyond the mundanity of his forefathers, Edict has been hunting for a way to profit from it. To that end, his travels since the Sycamore Tree Sealing have diversified his portfolio of accessible supernatural resources.
[color=FFC1CC][b]Made Man ⫻[/b][/color] The modern age of the Mafia has opened the books wide for members who would've never been accepted before. To this end, Edict has "made his bones" and is able to call upon elements of the North-Western Outfits as a young but influential Capo. 
[color=FFC1CC][b]One Step Ahead ⫻[/b][/color] Edict is used to paying for information and scrounging around for it himself when he just can't trust anyone else: He loves the hunt, and even more the puzzle that is putting it all together for a well executed plan. 
[color=FFC1CC][b]Dirty Hands ⫻[/b][/color] Sometimes there's no other option but to get your hands dirty. It's not fun, and he doesn't relish in the action, but Edict was raised with death being a simple consequence of business. As such, he's not unfamiliar with a firearm, nor is he lacking a source for them.[/sub][/hider]

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[i]"Wealth is like a Badge: Stupid people flash it constantly, thinking it will impress or intimidate. Smart people flash it with tact [b]knowing[/b] that it'll serve them well."[/i]

[indent]Edict is extremely aware of his appearance and the impression it gives to those around him. As such, he does his best to make sure that whatever can be changed to fit a given situation is done so with purpose and intent. His Father always stressed that one should dress for success, and he holds this philosophy close to his heart. 
At his core, he's a fair skinned individual with thick hair that curls out the longer it gets. His hands and feet are large, and while he doesn't work out heavily he has natural definition and bulk in some areas such as his forearms and calf muscles. He has green eyes, thick eyebrows and wide, flat ears that sit with a slight flare outward from his head. At current day, he has a goatee styled in the fashion of Anton LaVey. His body hosts several tattoos symbolic to his family, their religious practices and his own occult beliefs. A sycamore makes the centerpiece of a large mural hosted upon his back, a dozen axes sticking from various places in its trunk. The leaves remain full and hang over a few other scenes, highlighting them like little panels in a story. A rosary trails down his right arm, the cross at the end situated in his palm. The beads lead back to his neck, where they wrap around several times in a tight pattern.

Preferring to keep a business/casual style, he rarely lets his hair get long unless he needs to disappear. Typically he uses a small amount of product to swipe it back; not so much that it becomes a helmeted crust of hair on his head, only enough to organize things. His clothing choices range from jeans and tank tops to fine suits color coordinated and perfectly tailored. He sees his wardrobe as an armory, and is always keen to select the perfect tools to convey the impression he wants. As such, its not uncommon for him to travel with a small duffel bag holding an extra outfit in case the need arises.[/indent]

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[i]"Water under the bridge, I say. Bad blood makes bad business."[/i]

[INDENT][b][color=FFC1CC]MAIN GOAL  ⫻[/color][/b] Edict's life has been spent scraping together attention from people who he assumed would never give him the time of day. The desire to accrue currency and power was always going to be a tributary desire, a means to the ultimate end of respect and love from his peers and superiors. In a different life, Edict could've been a teacher's pet or a brown nosing middle manager of some banking firm... But, he had criminals to appeal to. The attention was never going to be worth the heat that it brought, or at least in the traditional sense. With his options so deep underground you need a precinct wizard to find them, he's managed to garner that kind of respect and love from his peers he's always craved. So what's left? Seeing how far he can really push things... He imagines that, one day, he'll have a family. And they'll have a family. And after them, a dynasty built on the back of his hard work and good luck. [I]Don Devola has a nice ring to it.[/I]

[b][color=FFC1CC]PHILOSOPHY  ⫻[/color][/b] As was quoted, bad blood makes bad business. While most of his time until now has been spent with one hand on a stack of bills and another on a telephone, his main function has been that of the warm little center of a group of people who owe their livelihoods to Edict and the Devola family. Regardless of his own enterprises, he's a big name in consultation work, always willing to settle a dispute with a fair hand and accepting attitude. Hence his nickname, as a ruling from Greyson Devola is good as God's own edicts. He looks at everything from both sides of the fence, constantly listening and watching and observing those around him to ensure that he always knows how to position himself for his personal intervention. All of it has been in service to his personal philosophy, and the idea that there's plenty of action for everyone to break off their own piece.

[b][color=FFC1CC]SECRETS  ⫻[/color][/b] What isn't Edict hiding? A deep desire for power? A jaded opinion of the Sycamore Coven? He felt cast aside after those dark days. Once the question of how he was funding their operations came into light, Edict was an instant Pariah unfit for further necessity. They'd go broke before they needed him, and with that a great deal of trauma and angst would be locked up as he cast aside whatever sort of good parts those people had placed within him. Years of eating up their emotions, trying to be the warm little center he always knew he could be: He's a cold brick now. Cordiality is a porcelain facade painted thick across his face as he returns to St. Portwell where even his family had long since moved away.

[b][color=FFC1CC]SEXUALITY  ⫻[/color][/b] Edict is, as far as business is concerned, a pansexual who is happy to use intimacy and private moments as another tool in the arsenal of a Smooth Operator.

[b][color=FFC1CC]FEARS  ⫻[/color][/b] Federal investigation aside, Edict is in a constant state of concern over whether or not he's in the process of taking his last breath. Using his Lux in such frequency, and the tendency for supernatural beings to attract one another, he's constantly looking over his shoulder for the proverbial hitman that could punch his card with a magic bullet and not think twice. Between members of the Sycamore Coven whom he may have intentionally or unintentionally burned, organizations like Dollhouse who operate in similar circles but outside the purview of La Cosa Nostra and the Wiseguy's Code and any number of other Underground cults and bands of ranting sycophants, he's got a list of enemies taller than himself.

[b][color=FFC1CC]REPUTATION IN OLD COVEN  ⫻[/color][/b] Things were always a bit rocky between Edict, known then as Greyson, and the Sycamore Tree Coven. Certainly, none of the inner circle trusted him enough to let him in due to the nature of his connections, but they were happy to take his offer whenever a ritual needed some hard to find ingredient or money was necessary for supplies and materials. After the battle with the Stygian Snake, a series of break and enters swept across St. Portwell: Some Coven members were among those who had their possessions ransacked and stolen, and while there was no evidence that he was involved, it was assumed that the mastermind was Greyson. Artifacts gathered over several years of preparation, even something stolen from Ashley Stone herself, seemed to be targeted and picked out as if the individual committing the crimes knew their locations. With nobody else but Greyson to blame, he was banished from the Coven and turned back into the waiting arms of his criminal background.

[b][color=FFC1CC]ROLE IN THE BATTLE AGAINST THE STYGIAN SNAKE  ⫻[/color][/b]  As stated, a great deal of Edict's contribution was resource-based in nature. They needed places to keep things, to hide themselves, to get away from the stress of it all and cut loose for five seconds... He supplied it. Disguises made of clothes off stolen trucks, books burgled from library museums that should've never been given to magic teens, weapons for self defense, the list of what he could get them simply from having the family connection was tremendous. In those days, he felt necessary. Like he had a purpose, even if he was on the outs. It wasn't until it was all gone from underneath him that he became jaded.

[b][color=FFC1CC]FLAWS  ⫻[/color][/b] Most likely, everyone would have experienced Edict's tendency to try and ply his Lux smoothly and inconspicuously as possible upon them. He was, and to this day still is, absolutely addicted to the feeling of successfully using and applying the effect of his Lux as it stands. Most, if not just about all of the relationships in his life to this point are incredibly unhealthy cycles of gradual exposure to the "high" that Edict is known for giving the people around him. Some describe it as charm, others an aura, but all mundanes he interacts with will feel his manipulation before he even opens his mouth to speak to them. To a mortal, it may be endearing and they may never notice their mindsets being shifted... Hell, if they did, they may be thankful for the pick-me-up. But in interactions with other Paranormals, its more than annoying. It's easy to know full well when someone is trying to prod at a weak spot, and his propensity to do so instinctively rather than reactively makes being around him somewhat taxing, especially once one realizes they need to worry about what he's saying just as much as what his energy is doing.
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[sub][b] [color=FFC1CC]Backstory[/color][/b][/sub]
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[i]"Oh, you wanna bring up sensitive shit now?"[/i]

[indent]Born to Luigi Devola and his mistress Anette Bell out of wedlock, Greyson had a questionable future from the very beginning. As acting Consigliere of the North-Western Outfit, Luigi already had a family and children from his legitimate marriage, and so Greyson was initially kept apart from the family until Devola divorced and was able to take Anette Bell as his bride. With her, Greyson came into his Father's house as the youngest of five children. He was treated poorly by his siblings who slowly but surely began to come around their father less and less until he was practically an only child. It was a rocky situation, losing his children to his ex and looking at his situation filled Luigi with regret as his men below him looked up at their boss with contempt for his actions. To save face, he sent Greyson to live with his brother in St. Portwell where he'd begin to learn the family business in a more intimate light. Luigi would often visit his son, though had little to say about the boy's mother who he typically avoided any questions about.

By the age of ten, Greyson was doing what all good Mafia children do; number running, car washing, shoe shining and generally being an errand boy for any number of soldiers who would be coming through his family's social clubs. Chief among them, "The Brick Harbor", where the Devola family would meet to discuss any sort of business and current affairs. Greyson saw his father here more than in any sort of home setting, and from those influences around him gained a sense of self and an understanding of who he wanted to ultimately be. Just like them, he wanted the flashy car and then jewelry and the suits... But even more, he saw what his Father really had. Loyalty, respect, love of his people. Even he came to feel that way about the man whose laughter echoes in his head to the current day. He began to crave that kind of thing, and quickly took to his charms. He was always listening to people when they spoke, asking questions about why they said things more often than he did about what they were saying. He understood perfectly well, and had a grip on doublespeak before he was allowed to swear openly. 
Slowly, surely, Uncle Devola guided the boy with input from Luigi toward the ultimate goal of a well tuned money making machine. Every day, numbers and logistics operations were driven into his brain with such frequency that he began to dream of trucks and jobs and scores. The lifestyle was in front of him every waking moment; school was secondary. Tertiary even. He only showed up to scam kids his age out of their parents' money. Massive toy discounts, boxes of sodas, food delivered at lunchtime right into the cafeteria, he made things happen for people and they paid him to get them. It was foolproof, and for a young teenager the feeling of having a shoebox full of money under your bed is unbeatable.

And then he got "pinched". At fifteen, it was only natural to transition into harder substances, and he was caught with a parcel of drugs on the high school campus. Possession with intent to distribute... He was sweating bullets from the time they moved on him to the very moment those detectives sat down across from him. His family had taught him the score: Keep your mouth shut. As they began to question him about where he got the stuff and about what his family's involvement was, Edict was filled with a recent memory. A family associate made it home from his stint in jail, came back to a big welcome home party at the Brick Harbor. His mind was enraptured by the sights and sounds: Everyone was so pleased and eager to treat the guy like royalty. His Father himself made a speech about loyalty to the code, La Cosa Nostra, and called the man "Just the kind of man I want behind me." 
It was high praise, especially coming from Luigi Devola. A well of love and tender feelings, sick as they may have been in origin, began to course through Edict until the whole room was awash with pink. His Kindling Event was upon him, and as the room faded into the soft pink color, a face came to him. Maybe an approximation. Her voice was warm, Caribbean, like a morning on a beach. This potential was never going to be from his Father's bloodline... It had to be hers. His mother, who he barely knew, contributed to him the potential for magic he had never dreamed of. They spoke, and the woman told him to seek his mother. To find her and be whole again.

When next he came to, he was in his father's limousine. There were burns around his mouth, his throat feeling like charred meat. He swallowed, and instinctively his body began the process again. The limo filled with amiability, and through such manipulation, Edict could as questions of his father that he never imagined. It was the first time he'd changed the dynamic of a relationship through magic, and though it was a painful experience he began to understand the fact that he had power. For starters, the power to find out what had happened all those years ago... That Luigi was embarrassed, and that he regretted taking Anette and Edict into his home, and that he only felt it was right at the time because he truly thought he was in love. He couldn't force a severance now, however, and Edict's love for his Father would never change. He had to understand; after all, it damaged his image. At fifteen, Edict made the choice to be useful, and continue to try and find love through that lens. 
His reunion with his mother came quickly as Luigi brought Edict to her. She had her own apartment in Portland, where Edict stayed for a few months. As it turned out, she had experienced her own Kindling shortly after being exiled from Luigi's life. Their connection to the shamanistic cultures of the Old South was made clear to Edict, and he studied under the tutelage of his Mother until a time where he was able to utilize his abilities traditionally through a Channeler. Naturally inclined for emotional and mental manipulation, Edict began developing spells with the love of his family and his lifestyle in mind, amassing a twisted book of a criminal's favorite things.

Of course, when he returned to his life in St. Portwell, he did what any superpowered teen could be expected to do: He tried using them. First, on marks and people who owed collections to his family. It was easy to get the money from people who were trained to see him as a good guy, and he tweaked their mundane minds to soak them for as much as he possibly could. Then, it was only natural to go to school and get things taken care of. Attendance records were cleaned, grades were fabricated, dependencies were built. He was a local menace until one fateful night. The Stygian's call gripped him, attempting to claim his soul for its own power. Toyed with him for what felt like eternity until something forced it to release him. By this time, he had already run somewhat afoul of the members of the Sycamore Tree Coven, and with few options he decided to help them in exchange for inclusion, as he naturally believed that safety in numbers would be his best way of avoiding troubles like that.
He fell back, playing to the idea of making himself useful, and provided the Coven with the sort of logistical power that was necessary to acquire artifacts and ritualistic reagents through his Carribean Connections by way of his Mother. Money, material, safe places, he was able to provide it all to the Coven per their agreement. And when it was time to finish things, he was there alongside them in the end, utilizing his power in order to suppress the inherent nerves and fears that come with fighting a God. Essentially, he was a group wide sedative. And when it came time to forget the tree, it was his ritual that was used to purge it from their minds.

He imagined they'd be his new family forever; a family he chose and had the chance to be something for. But, once everything was said and done, he began to receive the cold shoulder. It was clear to him; his services were no longer necessary to the Sycamore Tree Coven. So, in defiance of this, he tried to hold Channelers and other artifacts for ransom, hoping that once he had their attention he'd be able to truly explain his point... But, things didn't work out that way. Nobody was willing to play ball. Some were happy their Channelers were gone, so they had an excuse to escape the Coven themselves. Others simply shifted their focus, passing the attachment to another article that was equally important. Though there was little physical evidence to pin the actions on Edict, there was plenty of circumstantial evidence that gave those presiding members reason to give up on him.
At the end of his senior year, Greyson was excommunicated from the Coven, and without mincing words he was told to leave town. Whether it was respect, fear or boredom that drove him over the Cascades was unclear, but after taking another month to get his affairs in order, he was gone. Headed for the Twin Cities, Edict met with some of his father's associates from the Chicago Outfit, who gave him blessings to begin operations in the Midwest. After his personal brand of convincing, he was left more or less to run things in the burgeoning operations of Minneapolis and Saint Paul. He knew there was a niche that probably wasn't being filled: Paranormal Underground. The Carribean Connection was instrumental in beginning to flood the Twin Cities with products laced in more subtle products. Cigarettes, alcohol, legal products made by legitimate means and taxed through the legal channels, all marked up by thousands of percent thanks to the ingredients laced with magical properties.

With legitimate business run through legitimate channels, it's hard to call him a mafioso at this point. Frankly, even to him, its all a bit farcical. But, he had respect at this point that he didn't even need to manipulate for. The amount of cash rolling into the Midwest Outfit's coffers was satisfying to the big bosses who were happy to open the books for him. Ultimately, this created a strong union between mafia forces in the Midwest and Northwest. With Luigi Devola taking the seat of Don in Seattle Washington and Edict making Capo in the Midwest Outfit, some question if there'll be a greater union given enough time.
Edict has spent his time corporatizing business in his territory, moving weight from illegitimate interests into legitimate businesses utilizing his Carribean Connection and their myriad of questionably sourced products. He's well respected among the various local gangs in the Twin Cities for his skill as a mediator, often inserting himself into and involving himself with their local disputes. Not wanting to draw a great deal of heat from the Federal Authorities, which he's sure have some contingent of Adepts watching his every move, he makes it a point to give everyone he meets with for business what he calls "The Pink Wash", a full system assault of his most subtle manipulative spells and techniques. A population of gangsters, fiends and thugs constantly crave their "re-up", and they can get it at "The Import", his massive nightclub in Downtown Minneapolis.

But, now he's been called by a force he was never expecting to hear from again. Returning to St. Portwell is practically useless, but some small part of him knew he could never leave for good... Now he's concerned about whether or not the peace that counts on him will last until he returns. For now, he's back in St. Portwell and trying to not run the same old games he had in the hay day. Now, he was here to play detective, helping Auri on request with skimming the underbelly for evidence of Father Wolf.[/indent]

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[i]"Oh come on, you're gonna make me cry."[/i]

[indent][b][color=FFC1CC]TYPE ⫻[/color][/b] Adept

[b][color=FFC1CC]ABSTRACTION ⫻[/color][/b] Pink Lux, the Channeler being a pair of gold-rimmed aviator sunglasses.

[b][color=FFC1CC]ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻[/color][/b] At surface level, Edict's Lex is a basic emotional manipulation type. Its most natural form is Warm Little Center; a pervasive aura that effects the perception toward the user, making those susceptible to it feel friendly toward and more inclined to engage with the user. Not satisfied with such a friendly and gentle ability, Edict has honed this effect to a razor's edge, deciphering its secrets and developing methods of sharpening and even changing the effect altogether.

[b][color=FFC1CC]Subtle Advance ⫻[/color][/b] Edict reaches out with his aura, attempting to gauge the emotinal status of those around him by distinguishing between various internal and external reactions. Like a thief with a lockpick, Edict prods at a person's psyche on a hunt for the tumbler that will unlock the door to his target's mind. Though able to pinpoint mood and temperment, this ability cannot read minds directly and provides no insight into the reasoning behind an individual's mood. Effects vary with intensity of the search:
[list][*][b]Just a Peek:[/b] The most subtle variation barely scratches the surface of an individual's mental state, searching for only the most shallow of connections. While not particularly useful in a single instance, Edict uses such a thing to groom potential targets over time, gradually amplifying the effect until the subject doesn't realize they've become used to, and accepting of, Edict's greater suggestions.
[*][b]The Stare:[/b] The standard form of Subtle Advance, but augmented by his own personal skill and inclination toward reading people. Edict uses this form to try and fish for a mental opening by actively inviting a mood shift toward him that an individual may be most inclined to leave themselves open with accidentally.
[*][b]Let Me In:[/b] If previous variations were lockpicks, this is the battering ram. All subtlety is lost as Edict puts every bit of force he has toward breaking down the walls one's mind uses to protect itself. Developed as a last-ditch effort tool in case he was hunted or persued by another Adept, this variation is not only risky to Edict for leaving him entirely defenseless while in use, but can do severe damage to the subject under its effects with side effects such as high fever, increased heart rate and induced trauma from the flood of Pink Lux bombarding the brain's emotional centers. That being said, though he hasn't had the chance to try it out on someone with an Emotional Field, he's confident that he can make it through and lock a potential paranormal assailaint down with it.[/list]
[b][color=FFC1CC]More Than a Feeling ⫻[/color][/b] Successful infiltration by way of Subtle Advance allows Edict to pass along suggestions, manipulating them to best match the individual's mood and desires so they're naturally inclined to follow the suggestion. This cuts down on the risk of suggestion denial or conflicting mindsets keeping the target from following subtle orders. While its not a guarantee, repeated usages of this spell on a particular subject will soften them up to suggestions, and shifting moods may provide wider openings for more complex suggestions to be made. 
Typically, Edict sticks to simple suggestions: Be honest, don't lie to me. Give me a chance. Let me take you. Phrases and ideas that are so close to being possible in reality that they just need a little extra push. But, given enough time and opportunity, Edict has been able to open channels so wide and deep in a person's psyche that it's practically mind control. Edict calls these individuals "Junkies" because of the drug addict-like fashion that they seek him out in, begging for him to climb back into their minds for more purpose and direction.

[b][color=FFC1CC]Power Words ⫻[/color][/b] In the same vein as suggestions made under the influence of More Than a Feeling, Power Words are highly specific and case-sensitive concepts that Edict has curated through necessity over time in his line of work. Unlike MTF, however, Power Words are stick and go concepts that target natural processes in the body in an attempt to manipulate overall functionality of the target, rarely needing and sort of reaplication unless ultimately broken, either by time or willpower.
[list][*][b]Look/Search/Hunt:[/b] These power words are physical, meant to keep someone vigilant and alert at various levels for a long period of time. Someone effected by Power Word: Look may spend several hours watching and observing nothing in particular, unsure of what they're looking for. In contrast, Power Word: Hunt may actively search for a specific target individual or object, foregoing sleep and nutrition until the goal has been met.
[*][b]Bullshit:[/b] Power Word: Bullshit isn't a mind-wipe so much as it is a broad inclination toward lying ones ass off. For the duration, one simply won't be able to be honest with those around them. They'll lie and embellish, even if the situation doesn't call for it, and any truth that does come out of their mouth is suffused with false happenings and narratives.
[*][b]Produce:[/b] Specifically targeting chemical production in the brain, Edict uses Power Word: Produce as a monkey's paw method of torture. Often he hears people wishing for more; more muscle or more energy, more desire to love... With this, Edict directly targets the area of the brain and forces it to experience a nerve response suggesting it creates and produces more of the desired chemical. Need more sleep? Produce on the Pineal gland triggers mass amounts of melatonin and adenosine to flood the brain. One gets their wish, at the cost of several days worth of productivity. In a similar vein, Adrenaline or similar chemicals can be coaxed into production at levels so high the individual becomes a walking cardiac risk.
[*][b]Silence:[/b] Contrary to the idea that Power Word Silence makes it so an individual can't talk, the word actually targets the nervous system involved in controlling the transfer of sound to the brain. Rather than the target not being able to talk, they lose their hearing for several hours until the effect wears off.
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[b][color=FFC1CC]Clean Slates ⫻[/color][/b] A ritual spell utilizing Edict's basic area of effect ability as an amplifier, this essentially targets the memory storage center of a willing participant and allows the cleansing of memories to occur. Once the connection between Edict and the individual seeking to wipe their memories is severed, the memories themselves are lost to both Edict and the subject.

[b][color=FFC1CC]LIMITS  ⫻[/color][/b] Edict's abilities are almost entirely hinged on the idea of his target being a willing participant in the process. Like the stories of Vampires, one must invite this creature into their temple for him to do any sort of damage in the first place. Most who are not inclined to play at his games; those with strong wills or weak minds are unable to feel any sort of fast acting effect associated with Edict's Lux abilities and often require a great deal of effort for him to infiltrate. Beyond that, Edict runs the risk of overdoing his poking, either leaving an individual entirely disgusted by his presence as they can read his disingenuous nature by his constant mental prodding, or worse leave them like the Junkies that hang around his night club, waiting for the nights that they can go and be near him and get their high.
Beyond these issues, close proximity is necessary as long as he's attempting to apply a suggestion or power word. While Power Words are meant to dissipate over a short amount of time relative to the effort expended in their application, Suggestions often require refreshing if they're not successfully carried out shortly after being applied. As such, its common for most of Edict's time to be spent keeping up frequent appearances or clandestine stakeouts in order to keep the suggestion fresh by the warmth of his aura.

[b][color=FFC1CC]WEAKNESSES  ⫻[/color][/b] Due to the low-powered nature of Edict's spells, he has no significant weaknesses or drawbacks of note.
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[i]"Do you know what I'm giving up to be here? Pay me a little respect."[/i]

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Face Claim: Sean "Slug" Daley of Atmosphere[/INDENT]
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