For review... Up for editing and reinvention if this doesn't work out. [b]Name:[/b] - Morris "Shaggy" Ginuac, Mister Myster [hider=Character Sheet] [b]Appearance: [/b] - Dark purple and black paisley blazer with black pants and comfortable shoes all leisure suit style. Black T-shirt with a tarot card large in the center of the shirt. The card is the Biddy Tarot [url=https://www.biddytarot.com/tarot-card-meanings/minor-arcana/suit-of-cups/seven-of-cups/]7 of Cups[/url] but without any text. Morris is thin, and his clothes seem to hang off of him. He's 6'1" 152 lbs. Hard to believe based on how much he seems to eat. He used to keep a scraggly goatee but recently has switched it up to the thin line of a full beard and moustache. He doesn't usually do much with the hair on the top of his head except to pull his hair back and keep it in a ponytail that extends just past the base of his neck. He's just beginning to show white at the temples and into parts of his beard. [b]Age:[/b] - 40 [b]Personality:[/b] - Modern day hippee, loving life. Usually pretty happy-go-lucky and what-may-come. Conspiracy theories are his bread and butter, but not the usual ones. The earth isn't flat. There is no deep state. Aliens are real. Those aren't conspiracies. One of the real conspiracies: "how green lights never allow you to go completely through town is how the local municipality is just trying to get you to stay and buy touristy stuff" is what you need to worry about. He is a dreamer, and an avid gambler, winning and losing seemingly an equal amount, but he always stops before he loses the big amount. Morris likes to give good news, and tries to put a positive spin on bad. That's part of the reason he became a professional Fortune Teller by the name of Mister Myster. He's self-conscious about his art skills, he dabbles in water color but only uses those sets that can be found in dollar store water color booklets for kids because "nobody is cruel enough to corrupt kids that way but regular water colors contain mind control substances". All his art is very poor representations of tarot imagery. [b]Powers:[/b] - [u]"The Dive":[/u] getting into the heads of others - [u]AuraReading:[/u] As a fortune teller, he's got a keen eye on seeing how someone usually is or what their current emotion is by taking a peek at their aura - [u]Precognition:[/u] More like an itch, a good or a bad sensation that comes as a result of a decision he is about to make. If it's an outcome that he is looking for then warm fuzzies, otherwise a taste like bitter 90% cacao - [u]Astral Projection:[/u] Popping himself out of his body, but on a short leash, no more than 5 feet. - [u]Dream Travel & Remote Viewing:[/u] Some people say they can see other places in their dreams. Morris can do it for real. When he falls asleep he can go around the world, seeing where you are going can be important, learning to concentrate and see for long periods of time instead of drifting back into the dream was the skill be honed. -- [b]Psychic Specialty: [/b] - [u]Dream Travel:[/u] the real reason I evaded ESP for so long. Morris can move physically into the place that he views in his dreams. As this is his specialty and he is generally been by himself. It is unknown if he could connect with others in the dream state and carry them with him. Morris has to fall asleep normally and visually his body just simply ceases to be in one place and suddenly appears in the other place fully awake but tired. -- [b]Weak Link:[/b] No TK at all, or anything not in the above list [b]Archetype:[/b] - the Explorer Archetype - Psyche/Avatar: Thin man with purple and black paisley leisure suit. Thick well trimmed beard with slicked back hair and a ponytail with a dark purple scrunchie. His expression is always like one who has just fallen asleep with eyes closed and a benign smile of a good dream. When he walks it looks like each step pops him forward a little extra space travelling a little extra distance. - The Break: [hider=Good Break, Lengthy] 2001, Roadtrip to Burning Man. [url=https://burningman.org/culture/history/brc-history/event-archives/2001-2/01_installations/#PsychesWindows ]Psyche's Windows[/url] When ridesharing across country was knowing a friend of a friend of a friend and so forth. Morris got in touch with two couples who were going to Burning Man in 2001. He paid for gas up front and didn't think about another thing as they went across country. He had a good feeling and everyone was cool. One duffle bag and him in the back seat of a minivan listening to tunes and chilling out. When he got to Burning Man, he was on his own pretty quickly. He stayed with a group of people playing guitar late into the night. He stayed with an older couple who remembered Burning Man 86 who were roasting kale leaves and smoking weed and getting the two confused at times. He moved around Burning Man meeting people and enjoying himself a little at a time. The days were hot, the nights cool, and on night six he finally got around to Psyche’s Windows, the installation art, a tribute to Psyche and Eros. Walking around the octagonal construction with different windows on each side, he peered in seeing people relaxing, writing, laughing. He bumped into a green haired goddess with warlike face paint and body paint. "Sorry, I thought I was the only one spying on fun." "Not the only one," she laughed. "Let's go in to join the fun." Morris followed her in and lie down on a bunch of pillows and rugs tossed on the ground. People inside left after a minute talking amongst themselves about what joy would come next. Morris and she were in there together looking out of the windows at the people all around in every direction. "Portals into the minds of men," the woman said and wrote it down. Morris wrote down, "The journey through the window's eyes, is always seen from the other side." Morris stayed with her that night, his Psyche. They made love in a pup tent on the outskirts. There was a certain sense of bliss that spread through him, as though any other moment could not be as perfect. When he fell asleep, he felt like he was home. She was there beside him, and he had one thin arm draped across her frame. It was safe, exactly like his home. Like sitting in his little apartment after a warm shower, in his leisure suit watching tv with a glass of water and a deck of tarot on the side table. He could see it in his mind, and he was there. The sudden understanding of "Home is where the heart is," was like waking up with the sun to greet you for the first time. He woke up fully while still in his dream. For a moment he was standing fully clothed, well groomed, with a deck of tarot in his pocket looking at himself and his green haired goddess in the tent at Burning Man. Then he was in front of Psyche's Windows looking in, except through the window was inside of her mind. She was an amazon dancer, naked and graceful and beautiful. Through another window, she was a chef in a fantastic kitchen. Through another she was a woman in a green dress in a ballroom dancing from partner to partner. In another window she was in a comfortable home wearing a green football jersey carrying snacks into a warm den. He turned around for an instant, and when he looked back he saw his body in his chair in his boxers. The picture through the window in his mind was his safe space and suddenly reality matched it. Then he woke up, in New Jersey in his boxers wondering who she was and partially comprehending the dream that he didn't even dare call purely lucid but something else and something more. The dreams where he traveled, he always looked the same, it was a part of his safe space, always just on the other side of the window.[/hider] [b]Skills:[/b] * Small business license * basic accounting * Gambling and games of chance * Starving Artist - water colors, Candle making * Urban survival, like dumpster diving, finding the cheapest diner, etc. [b]History:[/b] [hider=History, Lengthy] Sixties and Seventies culture played big into the childhood of Morris. It didn't matter that others around him were more current. The past spoke to him. Along with the counter culture of the past and all things that went with it, Morris invested his time in reading books about fortune telling, palmistry, tarot cards, and everything else that might get him a gig with the psychic friends network. When he found out that the network operated out of the opposite side of the country, he was a little disappointed, but realized it opened up an opportunity to do something on his side. Needing funds, he thought it couldn't be that hard to win the money he would need to get started. Spending a little time in Atlantic City, he realized he had a kind of sixth sense for when to hold em and when to fold em. Morris got enough to open a small fortune telling shop and get a license to operate. A two bit card and palm reader didn't rank high on the radar of government authorities and still he hadn't dived yet nor did he think much about it. Under the name of Mister Myster, Morris developed his own sense of style, attending Tarot Card Conventions and Maker's Fairs. Opened up a little shop on the strip not far from where he liked to gamble. Got a few regulars and a whole lot of tourists. Wore a woven poncho for the 'unknowns' to add to his mystery. Life was good. "Life was, note the was, good, until I had a weird stream of good luck. Good luck! I have a theory about good luck. The universe, sentient right? The universe is getting ready to kick you in your spiritual balls when you get [i]too much[/i] good luck. The universe is trying to get you to open your legs for the [i]KO Whammo[/i]! I wasn't trying to win on the roulette, see? I wasn't trying and [i][b]boom[/b][/i] double zero's! Thought I was throwing out a wad of cash. I'd already had dinner money for a couple of days, but instead, instead I get thousands! "I panicked. I said a little 'yay' and took the winnings. Then, someone recognized me from my shop, and wanted a reading. It was horrible. All that cash, then a paying customer. But, I was waiting for it. I knew the Universe didn't play dice. I read that in a book somewhere. I closed shop for a few days, gambled away half of it. When Wham! Blackjack! ... I'd had enough. I had to stop gambling for a few days and lose money like a normal person. So, I opened my shop back up and I spent it on Amazon. "That's when she walked in. I was on the fence, just letting the sphincter loosen a little, y'know what I mean? She brought her own tarot, the Dragon Tarot. I shuffled, I cut, I talked, I refused to put on the poncho. And then, I flipped over that first card as I looked in her eyes. Strangest thing I ever saw." [color=fff79a]Morris found himself in a grand ballroom. He was wearing his best leisure suit, brilliant rich purple and black paisley, buttoned in the front. A dark purple scrunchie held his pony tail tight as he checked his hair, slicked back and not one hair out of place. The woman sat at a piano in a gorgeous green dress playing something soft and melodic. She swayed side to side with the rhythm looking at him. "What does it all mean?" she asked smiling. He turned to look at the opulence of the ballroom as he made his way close to her. Her song was pulling him in, when he realized that it was otherwise empty. "Your life is empty. You've built yourself up, and no matter how well you play, it is only for yourself." The music stopped and her smile faded. The brilliance of the ballroom dimmed and plaster started to fall. "Maybe you don't let anyone in because then they would see it was all a façade. That you are falling apart on the inside." She faded smile turned to a hateful sneer, her skin taking on the qualities of a reptile as black ooze bubbled out of the piano and flowed out onto the cracked marble floor in echoing plops. Morris knew that Reptilian Conspiracy was a fake and was beginning to think he was somewhere he shouldn't be. He also regretted saying, "Perhaps it's because underneath, you are just a vile poisonous bitch that corrupts everything she touches in the long run." The ooze was rising fast and she hissed. He felt the end coming and astral projected himself out the back of his head in the hopes that he wouldn't have to experience his body being devoured by a snake woman whose piano gushed black acidic bile.[/color] "Instead, I was staring at the back of my head in my shop, flipping over the last card in the spread in my shop. I saw my head dip and I plunged back inside just before she slapped me. I swear she could win one of those slap contests. She marched out after scooping up her cards. Only thing I really remember about the spread is that she was the Reversed Empress. Reversed Empress in the Dragon Tarot. Avoid that deck. Or at least avoid her. "That's when I started seeing them. ESP agents. I thought I would take a week vaca in Tokyo to blow the rest of my cash. Dreamed myself there. Woke up in one of those Shinto temple thingees. Miss Nakiyama took me in that night like I was a good omen. She's a sweet lady, good kisser. I didn't understand a word she said though. Found a casino to convert dollar to yen, cleaned up my beard a little, shaved it down, less mountain man. You like it, right? Stayed longer than a week. Lived like that for a year until the Japanese division of ESP picked up on me. So, I dreamed myself over to a little town south of Paris. "Kept the payments up on my shop in Atlantic City, got one of the regulars to go in for me and make sure it was fine. When the ESP found me in Chartres, France -- Only took them two months -- I dreamed myself to Kirov, Russia. Damn near in the middle of nowhere I thought. They Found me the next day. I said to myself, 'What the hell! Do they have ESP?' "Then it hit me. They were the ESP. I dreamed myself back to Jersey. A woman I'd never seen before was waiting in my shop for me. Introduced herself as Agent Beth, though it was probably code name, like Agent R or just R. I watched MIB. Her aura was as calm as could be. And Now I'm here, sitting in a waiting room, not quite sure what's going to happen next." [/hider] [b]Misc:[/b] - Nothing yet. [/hider] * NOTES: Updated as per Recommendation. Move to Char Section as per Directed.