Roman

Roman's Scrapbin

G U N S L I N G E R

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^{R O L A N D W O L F E ◼ F E B U A R Y , 1 9 0 0 ( 1 1 8 ) ◼ M A L E ◼ V E N A R I}

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^{"DRAW!...nah, I'm kidding. You wouldn't hear me call 'draw'."}

▼ A P P E A R A N C E:

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^{"These ain't wrinkles, darlin', just...experience lines."}

//STATS:

◼ HEIGHT | 6'2"

◼ WEIGHT | 150lbs

◼ BUILD | Tall and lean with toned muscle mass

◼ HAIR COLOR | Dark brown with streaks of silver from age

◼ EYE COLOR | Deep amber

◼ OTHER | Has various scars across his torso, back, and legs from his years of Venari 'duty'. His Venari runes cover a few , with specialized runes on the insides of his wrists.

//DESCRIPTION:

Roland's clothes are old-fashioned, well-worn, and often dusty, even despite the absence of any mud, dirt, sand, soot, or silt; he treads roads in sturdy and reliable boots, and covers himself with a heavy and practical coat. He often has a cigarette hanging from his mouth, and often smokes it through a wry, knowing smile. His years of life have given him a blase, 'seen-it-all' attitude, and he often brushes off what others call 'crises' with the casual how-do that you might brush a fly off your shoulder - but despite this cavalier cover, he often lends a hand regardless.

▼ B I O G R A P H Y:

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^{"It's been an...interestin' life, for sure."}

This is the story of your character's life, their defining moments and how they made it from the womb to where they are now. You can include as much other details as you think is necessary but don't go overboard and spell everything out. Sometimes its best to show through the IC than to tell in the CS.

▼ M O T I V A T I O N / O B J E C T I V E:

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^{"Witty Quote #4"}

What is driving your character? What makes them tick? Why do they act the way they do.

▼ A B I L I T I E S / S K I L L S:

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^{"Witty Quote #5"}

//ABILITIES:

◼ TBD | Test

//SKILLS:

◼ TBD | Test

//LIMITATIONS:

◼ TBD | Test

//WEAKNESSES:

◼ TBD | Test

▼ N O T E S:

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//SUPPORTING CAST:

▼ ALLIES

◼ TBD | Test

▼ FRIENDS

◼ TBD | Test

▼ ENEMIES

◼ TBD | Test

//STOMPING GROUNDS

◼ TBD | Test

//PARAPHERNALIA

◼ TBD | Test

VIGILANCE: Blood & Justice - A Superhuman Roleplay (Always Open)

@Roman
Have I mentioned how much I love your character? Because dear good gracious lordy I love your character. Just thought you should know.

@CallSignCorsair

You know I'm not co-GM anymore, right?

I'm flattered nonetheless, however. Thank you!

VIGILANCE: Blood & Justice - A Superhuman Roleplay (Always Open)

G M A N N O U N C E M E N T:

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◼ WEEK 03: Relationships are a very important part of life. Often people are defined by the relationships they make and this is no clearer than in the way we portray relationships in fiction. Spider-Man is known by both his love interests and his rogues. Many of you opted to note that you'll be making friends, allies and enemies within the IC on your character sheets. So on that note, having seen most of the cast in action already and with one secondary plot concluded, who do you want to interact with? Is there anyone on the cast you think would be a great ally for your character? Anyone you think your character would be drawn to romantically? Or is there someone you think would ultimately clash with your character, maybe or a rival or ultimately a bitter enemy?

@Lord Wraith

I know I've only got one post in, and it's centered on setting Elwood's personal plotline up, and his anxiety isn't conducive to relationships, and he has bestial, cannibalistic impulses towards nearly everyone he talks to...but it would be nice to make a friend for Elwood. Maybe other Hellions? Some open-minded Hyperhumans?

VIGILANCE: Blood & Justice - A Superhuman Roleplay (Always Open)

E L W O O D D O W D

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^{Downtown New Lilith}

Images of bloody teeth tearing through flesh skipped through Elwood's mind. Frantic, frenzied hands pulling and ripping skin, snapping bones between fingers to suck at the marrow. Fangs gnawing at tendons, snapping ligaments at the join to access better meat. His belly wailing for more, and more, and more, lapping up every oozing chunk of muscle without being sated. Gnashing and cleaving and clawing anything within reach, chunks of viscera swallowed without being chewed, a mad and feverish hysteria of feeding and feasting, never enough, always needing more, more, more feed me more-

A sharp pain ricocheted from Elwood's cheek to his opposite temple, a red sting quickly fading as the delirious fantasy subsided, its manufacturer retreating back to his core. Elwood's vision focused, the overwhelming darkness fleeing back into the corners as light reinstated itself from the ceiling and the lamps dotted around the room. He was in the front hallway of his mother's home, and stood before him was his grandmother, hand poised for another assault. He jerked his head sharply, unconsciously checking for blood and carcasses as his torso tensed up. He couldn't remember what he had been doing.

"Elwood Dowd, your eyes were going in front of your own grandma." Maw-Maw announced, her tone more of outrage and disappointment than of fear and disgust.

"I'm...I'm sorry, Maw-Maw." Elwood said, bringing his hands up to run through his hair and down his face, rubbing his eyes as he did so. "I...it was hungry."
"I know, Elwood. You haven't eaten today, have you?" She asked, walking away from Elwood as she stepped through the open double doors to his side, where the hallway connected to the combination kitchen and den. The TV blared a news report, mostly about the rain and the resulting crime, and both of them ignored it as Maw-Maw opened the fridge.
"No, Maw-Maw." Elwood said, his hand clenching as the Hunger growled again, deep in his belly.
"And you didn't eat yesterday either, did you?" Maw-Maw asked, returning from the fridge with a cold sandwich atop a ceramic plate, unwrapping the clingfilm as she walked. Between the thick slices of bread were turkey and sausage, and she scooped a bottle of mustard up as she passed the counter.
"No, Maw-Maw." He admitted, shamed in his own misguided self-medication. The Hunger frightened him, and as it railed against his stomach his appetite grew and shrunk simultaneously, juggling primal instinct and acute fear.
"Then you're a damn fool. I know you're frightened that eating will draw it out - but it is hunger. Here," she thrust the plate against his stomach, and he took it as she lifted the top slice of bread and slapped down a healthy dollop of mustard, "and don't think you're leaving this house until that plate is clean."

Elwood did as he was told, and while he felt the Hunger flare as he fed it, he also felt its hold loosen slightly. He smiled weakly as he handed the plate back, and Maw-Maw smiled as she set it on the side for a moment before pulling Elwood into a tight embrace.

"It's not you, Elwood. Remember that." She said, and Elwood hugged her back. "You are the bit that's resisting. That's what makes you a Maliceet."
"I know, Maw-Maw." He replied, and they pulled away from each other, Maw-Maw picking the plate back up as she moved back towards the kitchen. Elwood heard the ceramic clattering in the sink, and the tap running soon after, a welcome aquatic hiss that countered the constant tapping of the rainfall. Elwood looked at the clock above the front door, and then rushed to put his boots on.
"I have to go, Maw-Maw. I'm going to be late." He called out to her.
"Don't you dare leave without your coat!" She called back.

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The walk from his home to his workplace at The Lamp was one Elwood had been practicing for the last year; the imperfect paving of the sidewalk and the various traffic hazards were well-worn into his mind, but the rain, the rain was new. A solid month of torrential downpour, never ceasing between days or nights. Unusual, unnatural, unsettling almost - but like many other things, Elwood ignored it, an unwelcome distraction from his inner turmoil, and there was plenty 'unnatural' and 'unsettling' with Elwood already. He didn't need to look to the weather for something that unnerved him. Interaction hit close enough for him, let alone his outstanding 'condition'. Instead of thinking about the rain, it was hood up, earphones in, and maintaining a steady pace to work while he summarily ignored it.

As best as he could, at least, as the thick raindrops still drummed rythmically against the outer lining of his coat. He sunk deeper into its wool insulate, turning up his phone as he focused on his feet and the music and the underlying Hunger that haunted every waking hour, and many of his sleeping ones. Traffic - pedestrian and vehicular alike - was mostly light, few people braving the downpour unless absolutely essential. Elwood preferred his days with minimal interaction; it was less exhausting that way. Less energy spent on simultaneously focusing on remaining engaged in the conversation while supressing foreign, murderous impulses.

Elwood rounded the corner and looked up. His boss, Jonathan Lafferty - owner of The Lamp, a small curosities/trinkets/antiques/knick-knacks store - was just stepping out, pulling a key out of his coat pocket with one hand while the other held a folded-up newspaper over his head as a makeshift umbrella. Elwood watched him hover the key over the lock, and then saw him look up and down the street before he did anything else. Elwood waved when Lafferty looked his way, and he quickly pocketed the key as Elwood jogged up.

"Mr. Dowd! I thought you had finally decided you liked your job less than a few drops of rain." Mr. Lafferty took up an aloof, sarcastic air, but it was one Elwood had dealt with for the entire 12 months of his employment under the quizzical, enigmatic man.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Lafferty. My grandmother...cornered me...with some lunch..." Elwood trailed off, aware of how flimsy his excuse sounded. Lafferty merely raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, well, you're here now, and we haven't lost any customers in the debacle. Damn ghost town all week." He handed Elwood a key - Elwood swore that it had come from a different pocket than the other had gone into - and then pulled out a car key, clicking it a few times while relaying instructions. "Floors need a sweep. Cash drawer's been balanced so don't touch it unless you get a buyer. If the phone goes, I've got a Mr. Mulligan lookin' to sell some gear and I can meet him next Tuesday. Don't break anything, lock up at five, and polish the brass cupboard after you've done the floors."

Elwood pocketed the key quietly and nodded. "Sure thing, Mr. Lafferty." He mumbled to Jonathan's back as he walked over to his car. Elwood slunk into the shop and watched his boss' car rumble off into the rain, brakelights pitiful dots of red against the grey torrent. Elwood stood there, watching the empty street with splattered rain washing away debris and detritus, alone and unusually quiet for a few minutes, before he ventured to the back of the shop in search of the alleged broom.

Crestwood Hollow

Looks like our plan worked.

VIGILANCE: Blood & Justice - A Superhuman Roleplay (Always Open)

W E N D I G O

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^{E L W O O D M A L I C E E T - D O W D ◼ O C T O B E R ' 9 7 ( 2 0 ) ◼ M A L E ◼ H E L L I O N}

^{"I'm still learning how to...talk to people. The supernatural...comes second."}

▼ A P P E A R A N C E:

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^{"I can look kind of...intense. It's not..on purpose.."}

//STATS:

◼ HEIGHT | 5'11"

◼ WEIGHT | 121lbs

◼ BUILD | Lean. Elwood could stand to gain a few pounds.

◼ HAIR COLOR | Jet black.

◼ EYE COLOR | Deep brown.

//DESCRIPTION:

Elwood's minimalist, monochrome fashion sense is self-tailored to understate (or perhaps underscore) the unique peculiarities of his facial structure afforded to him by his mixed-race heritage - Egyptian on his father's side, and Native American on his father's. His sharp cheekbones and large eyes give him a naturally piercing, inqusitive stare, and many people have felt uncomfortable under his gaze, as if he were silently unearthing all of their secrets or, more accurately, sizing them up for a meal.

Due to his pre-existing condition, Elwood does tend to shy away from much of the social interaction his day-to-day offers him, seceding from others as his anxiety and possession overruns him - as such, his body language and general posture is nearly always reserved and defensive. There are very few people he is open with, and no one he completely relaxes around.

▼ B I O G R A P H Y:

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^{"I don't like talking about...anything. Myself especially."}

'In North American folklore, the Wendigo is a ravenous monster native to the northern forests of the Atlantic Coast of the United States.

The Wendigo may appear as a monster with some characteristics of a human, or as a spirit who has possessed a human being and made them become monstrous.

It is historically associated with cannibalism, murder and insatiable greed.'
- Cash Ahenakew, Critical Literacy: Theories and Practices.

"The Wendigo is a curse of hunger and corruption.
It is my family's.
It is mine.
It will not be the world's."
- Elwood Dowd

In the Nineteenth Century, shortly after the first European settlers came to North America, the Wolastoqiyik tribe came to a schism: a majority of the people accept the new travellers, joining their existing villages with the new settlements and starting a new trading relationship with the colonies, while a small faction saw no need to change their ways for the foreigners that now lived on their land. Eventually, neither side could reconcile with the other, and the faction chose to abandon their villages and move northwards in search of new country to live, holding on to their traditional ways. This faction broke off from the Wolastoqiyik people, and named themselves after their leader, Tobique Malecite. The Malecite tribe left 40-strong on a cold morning with the tools and provisions allowed for them, and trekked into the forest with the sun to their sides. They, or their descendants, would not be seen again for sixty years.

When the first few descendants of the Malecite people broke away from the treeline a decade or so before the beginning of the Twentieth Century, they propagated a vicious legend through the first settlements they stumbled into; gaunt men and women with sunken eyes and pale skin, with bellies distended from malnutrition, and a feverish gaze. Many tried to feed these poor wretches, only to find that they ripped and tore at the bread and meat with voracious and violent frenzy. Many died, unable to digest the food they gorged themselves on, or simply choking on hunks of unchewed food. Those that didn't often vomited up what they had managed to swallow; it was a lucky few that were taken in to medical facilities to be cared for and fed in a manner that would not kill them. The only survivors of the Malicite expedition were invariably young and hardy. No one knew what had happened in that forest for the last half-a-century; but many guessed and gossiped. The Malicite people, the three that remained, gave up their predecessor's prideful gestures, integrating themselves into the new, modern society that had developed in their absence - and so it was for another thirty years.

The Malicite line propagated itself singularly; while all three found themselves new partners, only one - Oro Malicite - succeeded in having children, and he passed his name onto a daughter, whom he loved very much, and cared for with every waking moment. Still haunted by the starvation and hunger he had suffered upon leaving the forest, Oro worked hard to provide his family and himself more than they could possibly hope to consume. In his waning years, Oro felt that hunger still, and ate more and more, terrified of feeling the cold, hollow pain he had felt in the forest, until one day, old and grey, Oro died, still reaching for another meal - and his daughter, the only living Malicite blood, began to feel a slow, creeping hunger descend upon her.

And so it was for another century - an endless cycle of hunger and birth and death and hunger, the spirit of the Wendigo passing on after every death to the youngest living Malicite - now Maliceet - before consuming them and repeating the curse. Strange characteristics were always matched with the sufferer - sharper teeth, darker eyes, gaunter frames, paler skin - and every Maliceet held the secret burden of the Wendigo within them, caging the beast while it wailed against their bellies. So it has been since Oro, and so it is now, in the time of Elwood; this raging creature snared within him, a starved, voracious monster desperate for meat. Elwood struggles everyday, but resists nonetheless, lest the Wendigo be unleashed upon the people of Crescent City. He has slipped, like many of his ancestors, but only once - and the blood he tasted will torment him until the end of his days.

For now, only Elwood's willpower, and his Maw-Maw, safeguard the people of Crescent City from yet another beast, in a world that already has far, far too many monsters.

▼ M O T I V A T I O N / O B J E C T I V E:

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^{"It's difficult...to do the right thing. But I'm trying every day."}

Elwood's primary and ongoing objective is the supression of the Wendigo Spirit that inhabits his body, preventing it from taking over his body and creating a new hunting ground in Crescent City. His Maw-Maw takes care of him, teaching him the history of his family and the curse that has plagued it for so long, and while he knows it is never truly possible, he still tries to have a 'normal' life as best he can. He struggles with the Wendigo's impulses and instincts, and is determined to do the opposite, and use his affliction for good. He also hopes to overcome his own anxiety disorder some day, but figures he has more pressing matters.

▼ A B I L I T I E S / S K I L L S:

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^{"My family's legacy...it's...hunger. Hunger is the all of it."}

//ABILITIES:

◼ WENDIGO POSSESSION | Like his mother before him and his grandfather before him, and on and on, Elwood is possessed by the spirit of the Wendigo, an ancient force from North American legend. While the spirit's full power is locked away by Elwood's resistance to being overrun, its mere inhabitance of his body lends certain boons and drawbacks.

◼ Supernatural Durability | The Wendigo's skin can be likened to ancient stone - old, superficially cracked, but immensely tough. While Elwood has absolute control, he retains only a small portion of the Wendigo's true invulnerability, as well as its resistance to cold temperature, but as the spirit wrestles more and more control over Elwood's body, the Wendigo's skin is soon able to withstand harder and harder blows, until it cannot be harmed at all.

◼ Supernatural Senses | As the Wendigo gains control, Elwood's senses are enhanced to more befit an apex predator. Eyesight gets more accurate and motion-based, and Elwood's hearing and sense of smell also dramatically improve. Elwood does not experience any of these improvements while he has full control.

◼ Supernatural Agility | As the Wendigo gains control, Elwood is able to utilize incredible bursts of speed to leap great distances, dodge incoming obstacles, or clamber up buildings. The Wendigo often employs this agility to perch in a hidden spot, remaining perfectly still before pouncing on unsuspecting prey. Elwood does not experience this enhanced agility while he has full control.

◼ Supernatural Strength | As the Wendigo gains control, Elwood's strength ramps up, allowing him to lift men single-handedly, stop cars and motorcycles, punch dents into brickwork, and smash through obstacles with frightening ease. Elwood does not experience this enhanced strength while he has full control.

◼ Supernatural Physiology | As the Wendigo gains control, Elwood's body twists and morphs to better suit the predator that is taking over. His mouth splits and enlarges, growing fangs while the jaw unhooks itself in order to open wider, while his pupils dilate and his sclera turns black. Elwood's limbs stretch out, his body becoming emaciated as mass is transferred, and his skin grows white and cold, while talons spring from his hands and feet. The stronger the Wendigo's possession becomes, the further the transformation goes, but these changes are lost as Elwood enforces his will upon the spirit.

//SKILLS:

◼ WILLPOWER | Long years of suffering under the Wendigo has sharpened the mind of every member of the Harjo family, Elwood included, and honed within them a sharp and powerful force of will, allowing them to resist the Wendigo's possession.

//LIMITATIONS:

◼ WENDIGO PSYCHE | As the Wendigo spirit gains more influence over Elwood's body, so does it gain more hold over his mind; the predator instinct of the Wendigo starts to overpower Elwood's humanity, and begins to become a threat to any living being in the vicinity. With effort, Elwood can wrestle control of himself back - but it's better if he never gets to that point in the first place.

//WEAKNESSES:

◼ FIRE | Fire - and, by extension, high heat - is the only thing that can harm a Wendigo, and does so at an accelerated rate. Furthermore, any burnt skin becomes vulnerable to further damage from any source.

◼ HUNGER | The Wendigo's Hunger is its defining trait, the reason for its existance, and its eternal purpose. Elwood feels this Hunger every second of every day, and as such has a voracious appetite, especially for meat - but he must be extremely cautious in indulging this appetite, as over-feasting is a prime trigger to give way to the Wendigo. When Elwood is not in control, the Wendigo will do everything possible to feed itself, and this drive can be easily exploited.

▼ N O T E S:

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//SUPPORTING CAST:

▼ ALLIES

Hider

◼ CADMAEL DOWD | Elwood's father. Estranged.

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◼ AYAMA MALISEET-DOWD | Elwood's mother. Previous carrier of the Wendigo Curse. Deceased.

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◼ MAW-MAW MALISEET | Elwood's grandmother. Not a previous carrier of the Wendigo Curse - however, she cared for both her mother and her daughter when they suffered the affliction. Now cares for Elwood.

▼ FRIENDS

Hider

◼ TBD | Test

▼ ENEMIES

Hider

◼ THE WENDIGO SPIRIT | The ancient, possessive spirit that currently inhabits Elwood's body, having moved on after his mother's death. Elwood spends every minute of his day resisting this malevolent force.

//STOMPING GROUNDS

◼ NEW LILITH | Living with his Maw-Maw in his parent's old house (his mother deceased, and his father moved away), Elwood is only ever found at home, in his workplace at The Lamp, or in the grocery store in between.

//PARAPHERNALIA

◼ TBD | Test

VIGILANCE: Blood & Justice - A Superhuman Roleplay (Always Open)

I will be doing all my catch up today. Sorry to those who have been patiently awaiting a reply.

@Lord Wraith

You've allowed me to gorge on a new Twilight Princess playthrough guilt-free so we're even.

VIGILANCE: Blood & Justice - A Superhuman Roleplay (Always Open)

W E N D I G O

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^{E L W O O D M A L I C E E T - D O W D ◼ O C T O B E R ' 9 7 ( 2 0 ) ◼ M A L E ◼ H E L L I O N}

^{"I'm still learning how to...talk to people. The supernatural...comes second."}

▼ A P P E A R A N C E:

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^{"I can look kind of...intense. It's not..on purpose.."}

//STATS:

◼ HEIGHT | 5'11"

◼ WEIGHT | 121lbs

◼ BUILD | Lean. Elwood could stand to gain a few pounds.

◼ HAIR COLOR | Jet black.

◼ EYE COLOR | Deep brown.

//DESCRIPTION:

Elwood's minimalist, monochrome fashion sense is self-tailored to understate (or perhaps underscore) the unique peculiarities of his facial structure afforded to him by his mixed-race heritage - Egyptian on his father's side, and Native American on his father's. His sharp cheekbones and large eyes give him a naturally piercing, inqusitive stare, and many people have felt uncomfortable under his gaze, as if he were silently unearthing all of their secrets or, more accurately, sizing them up for a meal.

Due to his pre-existing condition, Elwood does tend to shy away from much of the social interaction his day-to-day offers him, seceding from others as his anxiety and possession overruns him - as such, his body language and general posture is nearly always reserved and defensive. There are very few people he is open with, and no one he completely relaxes around.

▼ B I O G R A P H Y:

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^{"I don't like talking about...anything. Myself especially."}

'In North American folklore, the Wendigo is a ravenous monster native to the northern forests of the Atlantic Coast of the United States.

The Wendigo may appear as a monster with some characteristics of a human, or as a spirit who has possessed a human being and made them become monstrous.

It is historically associated with cannibalism, murder and insatiable greed.'
- Cash Ahenakew, Critical Literacy: Theories and Practices.

"The Wendigo is a curse of hunger and corruption.
It is my family's.
It is mine.
It will not be the world's."
- Elwood Dowd

In the Nineteenth Century, shortly after the first European settlers came to North America, the Wolastoqiyik tribe came to a schism: a majority of the people accept the new travellers, joining their existing villages with the new settlements and starting a new trading relationship with the colonies, while a small faction saw no need to change their ways for the foreigners that now lived on their land. Eventually, neither side could reconcile with the other, and the faction chose to abandon their villages and move northwards in search of new country to live, holding on to their traditional ways. This faction broke off from the Wolastoqiyik people, and named themselves after their leader, Tobique Malecite. The Malecite tribe left 40-strong on a cold morning with the tools and provisions allowed for them, and trekked into the forest with the sun to their sides. They, or their descendants, would not be seen again for sixty years.

When the first few descendants of the Malecite people broke away from the treeline a decade or so before the beginning of the Twentieth Century, they propagated a vicious legend through the first settlements they stumbled into; gaunt men and women with sunken eyes and pale skin, with bellies distended from malnutrition, and a feverish gaze. Many tried to feed these poor wretches, only to find that they ripped and tore at the bread and meat with voracious and violent frenzy. Many died, unable to digest the food they gorged themselves on, or simply choking on hunks of unchewed food. Those that didn't often vomited up what they had managed to swallow; it was a lucky few that were taken in to medical facilities to be cared for and fed in a manner that would not kill them. The only survivors of the Malicite expedition were invariably young and hardy. No one knew what had happened in that forest for the last half-a-century; but many guessed and gossiped. The Malicite people, the three that remained, gave up their predecessor's prideful gestures, integrating themselves into the new, modern society that had developed in their absence - and so it was for another thirty years.

The Malicite line propagated itself singularly; while all three found themselves new partners, only one - Oro Malicite - succeeded in having children, and he passed his name onto a daughter, whom he loved very much, and cared for with every waking moment. Still haunted by the starvation and hunger he had suffered upon leaving the forest, Oro worked hard to provide his family and himself more than they could possibly hope to consume. In his waning years, Oro felt that hunger still, and ate more and more, terrified of feeling the cold, hollow pain he had felt in the forest, until one day, old and grey, Oro died, still reaching for another meal - and his daughter, the only living Malicite blood, began to feel a slow, creeping hunger descend upon her.

And so it was for another century - an endless cycle of hunger and birth and death and hunger, the spirit of the Wendigo passing on after every death to the youngest living Malicite - now Maliceet - before consuming them and repeating the curse. Strange characteristics were always matched with the sufferer - sharper teeth, darker eyes, gaunter frames, paler skin - and every Maliceet held the secret burden of the Wendigo within them, caging the beast while it wailed against their bellies. So it has been since Oro, and so it is now, in the time of Elwood; this raging creature snared within him, a starved, voracious monster desperate for meat. Elwood struggles everyday, but resists nonetheless, lest the Wendigo be unleashed upon the people of Crescent City. He has slipped, like many of his ancestors, but only once - and the blood he tasted will torment him until the end of his days.

For now, only Elwood's willpower, and his Maw-Maw, safeguard the people of Crescent City from yet another beast, in a world that already has far, far too many monsters.

▼ M O T I V A T I O N / O B J E C T I V E:

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^{"It's difficult...to do the right thing. But I'm trying every day."}

Elwood's primary and ongoing objective is the supression of the Wendigo Spirit that inhabits his body, preventing it from taking over his body and creating a new hunting ground in Crescent City. His Maw-Maw takes care of him, teaching him the history of his family and the curse that has plagued it for so long, and while he knows it is never truly possible, he still tries to have a 'normal' life as best he can. He struggles with the Wendigo's impulses and instincts, and is determined to do the opposite, and use his affliction for good. He also hopes to overcome his own anxiety disorder some day, but figures he has more pressing matters.

▼ A B I L I T I E S / S K I L L S:

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^{"My family's legacy...it's...hunger. Hunger is the all of it."}

//ABILITIES:

◼ WENDIGO POSSESSION | Like his mother before him and his grandfather before him, and on and on, Elwood is possessed by the spirit of the Wendigo, an ancient force from North American legend. While the spirit's full power is locked away by Elwood's resistance to being overrun, its mere inhabitance of his body lends certain boons and drawbacks.

◼ Supernatural Durability | The Wendigo's skin can be likened to ancient stone - old, superficially cracked, but immensely tough. While Elwood has absolute control, he retains only a small portion of the Wendigo's true invulnerability, as well as its resistance to cold temperature, but as the spirit wrestles more and more control over Elwood's body, the Wendigo's skin is soon able to withstand harder and harder blows, until it cannot be harmed at all.

◼ Supernatural Senses | As the Wendigo gains control, Elwood's senses are enhanced to more befit an apex predator. Eyesight gets more accurate and motion-based, and Elwood's hearing and sense of smell also dramatically improve. Elwood does not experience any of these improvements while he has full control.

◼ Supernatural Agility | As the Wendigo gains control, Elwood is able to utilize incredible bursts of speed to leap great distances, dodge incoming obstacles, or clamber up buildings. The Wendigo often employs this agility to perch in a hidden spot, remaining perfectly still before pouncing on unsuspecting prey. Elwood does not experience this enhanced agility while he has full control.

◼ Supernatural Strength | As the Wendigo gains control, Elwood's strength ramps up, allowing him to lift men single-handedly, stop cars and motorcycles, punch dents into brickwork, and smash through obstacles with frightening ease. Elwood does not experience this enhanced strength while he has full control.

◼ Supernatural Physiology | As the Wendigo gains control, Elwood's body twists and morphs to better suit the predator that is taking over. His mouth splits and enlarges, growing fangs while the jaw unhooks itself in order to open wider, while his pupils dilate and his sclera turns black. Elwood's limbs stretch out, his body becoming emaciated as mass is transferred, and his skin grows white and cold, while talons spring from his hands and feet. The stronger the Wendigo's possession becomes, the further the transformation goes, but these changes are lost as Elwood enforces his will upon the spirit.

//SKILLS:

◼ WILLPOWER | Long years of suffering under the Wendigo has sharpened the mind of every member of the Harjo family, Elwood included, and honed within them a sharp and powerful force of will, allowing them to resist the Wendigo's possession.

//LIMITATIONS:

◼ WENDIGO PSYCHE | As the Wendigo spirit gains more influence over Elwood's body, so does it gain more hold over his mind; the predator instinct of the Wendigo starts to overpower Elwood's humanity, and begins to become a threat to any living being in the vicinity. With effort, Elwood can wrestle control of himself back - but it's better if he never gets to that point in the first place.

//WEAKNESSES:

◼ FIRE | Fire - and, by extension, high heat - is the only thing that can harm a Wendigo, and does so at an accelerated rate. Furthermore, any burnt skin becomes vulnerable to further damage from any source.

◼ HUNGER | The Wendigo's Hunger is its defining trait, the reason for its existance, and its eternal purpose. Elwood feels this Hunger every second of every day, and as such has a voracious appetite, especially for meat - but he must be extremely cautious in indulging this appetite, as over-feasting is a prime trigger to give way to the Wendigo. When Elwood is not in control, the Wendigo will do everything possible to feed itself, and this drive can be easily exploited.

▼ N O T E S:

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//SUPPORTING CAST:

▼ ALLIES

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◼ CADMAEL DOWD | Elwood's father. Estranged.

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◼ AYAMA MALISEET-DOWD | Elwood's mother. Previous carrier of the Wendigo Curse. Deceased.

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◼ MAW-MAW MALISEET | Elwood's grandmother. Not a previous carrier of the Wendigo Curse - however, she cared for both her mother and her daughter when they suffered the affliction. Now cares for Elwood.

▼ FRIENDS

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◼ TBD | Test

▼ ENEMIES

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◼ THE WENDIGO SPIRIT | The ancient, possessive spirit that currently inhabits Elwood's body, having moved on after his mother's death. Elwood spends every minute of his day resisting this malevolent force.

//STOMPING GROUNDS

◼ NEW LILITH | Living with his Maw-Maw in his parent's old house (his mother deceased, and his father moved away), Elwood is only ever found at home, in his workplace at The Lamp, or in the grocery store in between.

//PARAPHERNALIA

◼ TBD | Test

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W E N D I G O

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^{E L W O O D M A L I C E E T - D O W D ◼ O C T O B E R ' 9 7 ( 2 0 ) ◼ M A L E ◼ H E L L I O N}

^{"I'm still learning how to...talk to people. The supernatural...comes second."}

▼ A P P E A R A N C E:

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^{"I can look kind of...intense. It's not..on purpose.."}

//STATS:

◼ HEIGHT | 5'11"

◼ WEIGHT | 121lbs

◼ BUILD | Lean. Elwood could stand to gain a few pounds.

◼ HAIR COLOR | Jet black.

◼ EYE COLOR | Deep brown.

//DESCRIPTION:

Elwood's minimalist, monochrome fashion sense is self-tailored to understate (or perhaps underscore) the unique peculiarities of his facial structure afforded to him by his mixed-race heritage - Egyptian on his father's side, and Native American on his father's. His sharp cheekbones and large eyes give him a naturally piercing, inqusitive stare, and many people have felt uncomfortable under his gaze, as if he were silently unearthing all of their secrets or, more accurately, sizing them up for a meal.

Due to his pre-existing condition, Elwood does tend to shy away from much of the social interaction his day-to-day offers him, seceding from others as his anxiety and possession overruns him - as such, his body language and general posture is nearly always reserved and defensive. There are very few people he is open with, and no one he completely relaxes around.

▼ B I O G R A P H Y:

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^{"I don't like talking about...anything. Myself especially."}

'In North American folklore, the Wendigo is a ravenous monster native to the northern forests of the Atlantic Coast of the United States.

The Wendigo may appear as a monster with some characteristics of a human, or as a spirit who has possessed a human being and made them become monstrous.

It is historically associated with cannibalism, murder and insatiable greed.'
- Cash Ahenakew, Critical Literacy: Theories and Practices.

"The Wendigo is a curse of hunger and corruption.
It is my family's.
It is mine.
It will not be the world's."
- Elwood Dowd

In the Nineteenth Century, shortly after the first European settlers came to North America, the Wolastoqiyik tribe came to a schism: a majority of the people accept the new travellers, joining their existing villages with the new settlements and starting a new trading relationship with the colonies, while a small faction saw no need to change their ways for the foreigners that now lived on their land. Eventually, neither side could reconcile with the other, and the faction chose to abandon their villages and move northwards in search of new country to live, holding on to their traditional ways. This faction broke off from the Wolastoqiyik people, and named themselves after their leader, Tobique Malecite. The Malecite tribe left 40-strong on a cold morning with the tools and provisions allowed for them, and trekked into the forest with the sun to their sides. They, or their descendants, would not be seen again for sixty years.

When the first few descendants of the Malecite people broke away from the treeline a decade or so before the beginning of the Twentieth Century, they propagated a vicious legend through the first settlements they stumbled into; gaunt men and women with sunken eyes and pale skin, with bellies distended from malnutrition, and a feverish gaze. Many tried to feed these poor wretches, only to find that they ripped and tore at the bread and meat with voracious and violent frenzy. Many died, unable to digest the food they gorged themselves on, or simply choking on hunks of unchewed food. Those that didn't often vomited up what they had managed to swallow; it was a lucky few that were taken in to medical facilities to be cared for and fed in a manner that would not kill them. The only survivors of the Malicite expedition were invariably young and hardy. No one knew what had happened in that forest for the last half-a-century; but many guessed and gossiped. The Malicite people, the three that remained, gave up their predecessor's prideful gestures, integrating themselves into the new, modern society that had developed in their absence - and so it was for another thirty years.

The Malicite line propagated itself singularly; while all three found themselves new partners, only one - Oro Malicite - succeeded in having children, and he passed his name onto a daughter, whom he loved very much, and cared for with every waking moment. Still haunted by the starvation and hunger he had suffered upon leaving the forest, Oro worked hard to provide his family and himself more than they could possibly hope to consume. In his waning years, Oro felt that hunger still, and ate more and more, terrified of feeling the cold, hollow pain he had felt in the forest, until one day, old and grey, Oro died, still reaching for another meal - and his daughter, the only living Malicite blood, began to feel a slow, creeping hunger descend upon her.

And so it was for another century - an endless cycle of hunger and birth and death and hunger, the spirit of the Wendigo passing on after every death to the youngest living Malicite - now Maliceet - before consuming them and repeating the curse. Strange characteristics were always matched with the sufferer - sharper teeth, darker eyes, gaunter frames, paler skin - and every Maliceet held the secret burden of the Wendigo within them, caging the beast while it wailed against their bellies. So it has been since Oro, and so it is now, in the time of Elwood; this raging creature snared within him, a starved, voracious monster desperate for meat. Elwood struggles everyday, but resists nonetheless, lest the Wendigo be unleashed upon the people of Crescent City. He has slipped, like many of his ancestors, but only once - and the blood he tasted will torment him until the end of his days.

For now, only Elwood's willpower, and his Maw-Maw, safeguard the people of Crescent City from yet another beast, in a world that already has far, far too many monsters.

▼ M O T I V A T I O N / O B J E C T I V E:

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^{"It's difficult...to do the right thing. But I'm trying every day."}

Elwood's primary and ongoing objective is the supression of the Wendigo Spirit that inhabits his body, preventing it from taking over his body and creating a new hunting ground in Crescent City. His Maw-Maw takes care of him, teaching him the history of his family and the curse that has plagued it for so long, and while he knows it is never truly possible, he still tries to have a 'normal' life as best he can. He struggles with the Wendigo's impulses and instincts, and is determined to do the opposite, and use his affliction for good. He also hopes to overcome his own anxiety disorder some day, but figures he has more pressing matters.

▼ A B I L I T I E S / S K I L L S:

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^{"My family's legacy...it's...hunger. Hunger is the all of it."}

//ABILITIES:

◼ WENDIGO POSSESSION | Like his mother before him and his grandfather before him, and on and on, Elwood is possessed by the spirit of the Wendigo, an ancient force from North American legend. While the spirit's full power is locked away by Elwood's resistance to being overrun, its mere inhabitance of his body lends certain boons and drawbacks.

◼ Supernatural Durability | The Wendigo's skin can be likened to ancient stone - old, superficially cracked, but immensely tough. While Elwood has absolute control, he retains only a small portion of the Wendigo's true invulnerability, as well as its resistance to cold temperature, but as the spirit wrestles more and more control over Elwood's body, the Wendigo's skin is soon able to withstand harder and harder blows, until it cannot be harmed at all.

◼ Supernatural Senses | As the Wendigo gains control, Elwood's senses are enhanced to more befit an apex predator. Eyesight gets more accurate and motion-based, and Elwood's hearing and sense of smell also dramatically improve. Elwood does not experience any of these improvements while he has full control.

◼ Supernatural Agility | As the Wendigo gains control, Elwood is able to utilize incredible bursts of speed to leap great distances, dodge incoming obstacles, or clamber up buildings. The Wendigo often employs this agility to perch in a hidden spot, remaining perfectly still before pouncing on unsuspecting prey. Elwood does not experience this enhanced agility while he has full control.

◼ Supernatural Strength | As the Wendigo gains control, Elwood's strength ramps up, allowing him to lift men single-handedly, stop cars and motorcycles, punch dents into brickwork, and smash through obstacles with frightening ease. Elwood does not experience this enhanced strength while he has full control.

◼ Supernatural Physiology | As the Wendigo gains control, Elwood's body twists and morphs to better suit the predator that is taking over. His mouth splits and enlarges, growing fangs while the jaw unhooks itself in order to open wider, while his pupils dilate and his sclera turns black. Elwood's limbs stretch out, his body becoming emaciated as mass is transferred, and his skin grows white and cold, while talons spring from his hands and feet. The stronger the Wendigo's possession becomes, the further the transformation goes, but these changes are lost as Elwood enforces his will upon the spirit.

//SKILLS:

◼ WILLPOWER | Long years of suffering under the Wendigo has sharpened the mind of every member of the Harjo family, Elwood included, and honed within them a sharp and powerful force of will, allowing them to resist the Wendigo's possession.

//LIMITATIONS:

◼ WENDIGO PSYCHE | As the Wendigo spirit gains more influence over Elwood's body, so does it gain more hold over his mind; the predator instinct of the Wendigo starts to overpower Elwood's humanity, and begins to become a threat to any living being in the vicinity. With effort, Elwood can wrestle control of himself back - but it's better if he never gets to that point in the first place.

//WEAKNESSES:

◼ FIRE | Fire - and, by extension, high heat - is the only thing that can harm a Wendigo, and does so at an accelerated rate. Furthermore, any burnt skin becomes vulnerable to further damage from any source.

◼ HUNGER | The Wendigo's Hunger is its defining trait, the reason for its existance, and its eternal purpose. Elwood feels this Hunger every second of every day, and as such has a voracious appetite, especially for meat - but he must be extremely cautious in indulging this appetite, as over-feasting is a prime trigger to give way to the Wendigo. When Elwood is not in control, the Wendigo will do everything possible to feed itself, and this drive can be easily exploited.

▼ N O T E S:

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//SUPPORTING CAST:

▼ ALLIES

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◼ CADMAEL DOWD | Elwood's father. Estranged.

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◼ AYAMA MALISEET-DOWD | Elwood's mother. Previous carrier of the Wendigo Curse. Deceased.

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◼ MAW-MAW MALISEET | Elwood's grandmother. Not a previous carrier of the Wendigo Curse - however, she cared for both her mother and her daughter when they suffered the affliction. Now cares for Elwood.

▼ FRIENDS

Hider

◼ TBD | Test

▼ ENEMIES

Hider

◼ THE WENDIGO SPIRIT | The ancient, possessive spirit that currently inhabits Elwood's body, having moved on after his mother's death. Elwood spends every minute of his day resisting this malevolent force.

//STOMPING GROUNDS

◼ NEW LILITH | Living with his Maw-Maw in his parent's old house (his mother deceased, and his father moved away), Elwood is only ever found at home, in his workplace at The Lamp, or in the grocery store in between.

//PARAPHERNALIA

◼ TBD | Test

VIGILANCE: Blood & Justice - A Superhuman Roleplay (Always Open)

I used to drink Strongbow a lot when I was 14-16 at parties.

I don't drink Strongbow now.
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