Quasi

Gods, Angels and Demons in New Haven

Vi

• Appearance:

5'5 skinny. Wrinkled, but clean work attire. Carries herself somewhat quiet and reserved; often looking down or at a task rather than at people.

• Name: Vi
• Occupation: Bartender; back-alley medic.
• Age: 18
• Abilities: Great precision with both a scalpel and a gun, however her ability in a fight is highly undesirable. She reads people sometimes better than they know themselves, and has an ear for the loose bits of information that leak on the streets.
• Bio: The Asylum bar is a little known pub down one of the back streets of New Haven. Though given a name, it has no sign. No windows to plug posters; no welcome mat to invite wanderers off the street. No one knows how long its been there, but what few customers that could be considered 'regulars' seem to be enough to keep it running. No one knows who the owner is; just the girl hired to run it who seems almost as mysterious as the bar itself.

Vi is a quiet girl. Focusing on her job and serving the patrons as needed without getting too much into their business. Often found behind the counter waiting on the next order during all hours of the day. The only time she seems to leave is when a second bell chimes, different than the one greeting members of the pub. No one seems to take her place when she leaves; but she isn't gone long, and hadn't seem to miss the occasional free drinks served in her absence. It is when the second bell chimes that Vi departs into the back office; another section of the pub about half the size but twice as vacant. In the middle lays a table and a couple of chairs. Various trays and cleaning solutions are stored next to surgical tools. Here her moonlit occupation as a doctor shines to those who need it most.

The Devil Hunter Agency

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• Appearance:

"When something as pure as the moon is your only source of light, all else falls to shadow in the night."

• Name: Ilse

• Title: Cursed Child

• Age: By mortal standards, she appears to be in her early 20s.

• Species: The closest identification some demonologist have come to agree with; is the Cursed Child's similarities with other Cambions. Though without proof of lineage or other key markers, it is unknown how accurate this assessment is.

• Abilities: Ilse's powers transition beyond the elemental spectrum. Not one to directly control over the handles that govern flame or earth. Rather most be attributed to the realm of dark, spirit, and shadow. Her powers have no direct physical counterpart with few exceptions. Her shadow familiar, born from her soul. A raven of dark, cursed energy holding onto the malintent hidden in the hearts around her. Her familiar is part of her, but separate from her core existence. It can die and be reborn at Ilse's whims. As well as share its existence with its master as if it was she herself.

Ilse's main set of powers is less that which is seen, and more that which is felt. A paralyzing grasp around one's own tongue or throat; or a sudden weakness in knees. Contact with the witch herself is signing your own mortal soul away on the spot; her touch able to sour the steel of swords in battle. Ilse's power is more potent the more she is able to directly contribute to the application of the hex. Infusing cursed energy into her words, touch, and will to influence the world in her direction.

• Personality: Ilse finds that walking the solitary path is often easier for her than it is to work along side others. A situation that has left her burned and scarred more often than not, sometimes literally, before. She finds it hard to align herself with other's goals, but understands the value in compromise and alignment as a means to an end. Her power is great enough to where she has no fear of her actions. No deliberation between failure or the thoughts of consequences; success or not. Its only a matter of when before her goals are realized.

• Background: As with most paths through life, Ilse's road of solitude had a beginning that didn't take a turn until well into her life. Her tale is one that has been told before. Details twisted or forgotten. Characters, time, place; all variables that change with the season. The only constant being of the tragedy that befell a group of poor lost souls. A ghost story by today's standards; but a haunting memory to the one that remembers. About the one girl who wasn't there. About the field trip where every body was accounted for. About the ashes that remained; disintegrated without sign of struggle or disturbance, quietly in the night without a soul to pray.

The Devil Hunter Agency

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• Appearance:

"When something as pure as the moon is your only source of light, all else falls to shadow in the night."

• Name: Ilse

• Title: Cursed Child

• Age: By mortal standards, she appears to be in her early 20s.

• Species: The closest identification some demonologist have come to agree with; is the Cursed Child's similarities with other Cambions. Though without proof of lineage or other key markers, it is unknown how accurate this assessment is.

• Abilities: Ilse's powers transition beyond the elemental spectrum. Not one to directly control over the handles that govern flame or earth. Rather most be attributed to the realm of dark, spirit, and shadow. Her powers have no direct physical counterpart with few exceptions. Her shadow familiar, born from her soul. A raven of dark, cursed energy holding onto the malintent hidden in the hearts around her. Her familiar is part of her, but separate from her core existence. It can die and be reborn at Ilse's whims. As well as share its existence with its master as if it was she herself.

Ilse's main set of powers is less that which is seen, and more that which is felt. A paralyzing grasp around one's own tongue or throat; or a sudden weakness in knees. Contact with the witch herself is signing your own mortal soul away on the spot; her touch able to sour the steel of swords in battle. Ilse's power is more potent the more she is able to directly contribute to the application of the hex. Infusing cursed energy into her words, touch, and will to influence the world in her direction.

• Personality: Ilse finds that walking the solitary path is often easier for her than it is to work along side others. A situation that has left her burned and scarred more often than not, sometimes literally, before. She finds it hard to align herself with other's goals, but understands the value in compromise and alignment as a means to an end. Her power is great enough to where she has no fear of her actions. No deliberation between failure or the thoughts of consequences; success or not. Its only a matter of when before her goals are realized.

• Background: As with most paths through life, Ilse's road of solitude had a beginning that didn't take a turn until well into her life. Her tale is one that has been told before. Details twisted or forgotten. Characters, time, place; all variables that change with the season. The only constant being of the tragedy that befell a group of poor lost souls. A ghost story by today's standards; but a haunting memory to the one that remembers. About the one girl who wasn't there. About the field trip where every body was accounted for. About the ashes that remained; disintegrated without sign of struggle or disturbance, quietly in the night without a soul to pray.

Repost with expanded ability section.

The Devil Hunter Agency

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• Appearance:

"When something as pure as the moon is your only source of light, all else falls to shadow in the night."

• Name: Ilse

• Title: Cursed Child

• Age: By mortal standards, she appears to be in her early 20s.

• Species: The closest identification some demonologist have come to agree with; is the Cursed Child's similarities with other Cambions. Though without proof of lineage or other key markers, it is unknown how accurate this assessment is.

• Abilities: Ilse's powers transition beyond the elemental spectrum. Not one to directly control over the handles that govern flame or earth. Rather most be attributed to the realm of dark, spirit, and shadow. Her powers have no direct physical counterpart with few exceptions. Her shadow familiar, born from her soul. A raven of dark, cursed energy holding onto the malintent hidden in the hearts around her.

• Personality: Ilse finds that walking the solitary path is often easier for her than it is to work along side others. A situation that has left her burned and scarred more often than not, sometimes literally, before. She finds it hard to align herself with other's goals, but understands the value in compromise and alignment as a means to an end. Her power is great enough to where she has no fear of her actions. No deliberation between failure or the thoughts of consequences; success or not. Its only a matter of when before her goals are realized.

• Background: As with most paths through life, Ilse's road of solitude had a beginning that didn't take a turn until well into her life. Her tale is one that has been told before. Details twisted or forgotten. Characters, time, place; all variables that change with the season. The only constant being of the tragedy that befell a group of poor lost souls. A ghost story by today's standards; but a haunting memory to the one that remembers. About the one girl who wasn't there. About the field trip where every body was accounted for. About the ashes that remained; disintegrated without sign of struggle or disturbance, quietly in the night without a soul to pray.

The Devil Hunter Agency

I'll be holding off a character sheet until there's a good show of who's playing what. I have a few character ideas ready

The Devil Hunter Agency

First~

Tower of Fable

There was too big a ruckus not to see the red blur dancing across the rooftops; smashing the stone guardians into rubble in a blaze of bloodlust. It was a sight to catch anyone's eyes, though there was only a few reasons that just anyone would be hanging around a place like this. Though, the woman in red wouldn't be lucky enough to get away scot-free. A certain passerby with narrowed eyes catching each of the girl's deeds as the rain dripped silently over her body. Whatever reason she had to be in a place was neither here or there; instead the curiosity and intrigue of what had just transpired brought a change in direction to her steps.

The red menace was a big enough diversion to let Vi-vi quietly skulk along without being dealt with. Peacefully walking behind the trail of destruction, a cat with an over-sized sword slung across her shoulders strolled behind the sight of the girl. Heart beating with excitement as she stalked her prey with interest fixated in her eyes.

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The Devil Hunter Agency

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Gods, Angels and Demons in New Haven

Rough Character Idea

• Appearance:

5'5 skinny. Wrinkled, but clean work attire. Carries herself somewhat quiet and reserved; often looking down or at a task rather than at people.

• Name: Vi
• Occupation: Bartender; back-alley medic.
• Age: 18
• Abilities: Great precision with both a scalpel and a gun, however her ability in a fight is highly undesirable. She reads people sometimes better than they know themselves, and has an ear for the loose bits of information that leak on the streets.
• Bio: The Asylum bar is a little known pub down one of the back streets of New Haven. Though given a name, it has no sign. No windows to plug posters; no welcome mat to invite wanderers off the street. No one knows how long its been there, but what few customers that could be considered 'regulars' seem to be enough to keep it running. No one knows who the owner is; just the girl hired to run it who seems almost as mysterious as the bar itself.

Vi is a quiet girl. Focusing on her job and serving the patrons as needed without getting too much into their business. Often found behind the counter waiting on the next order during all hours of the day. The only time she seems to leave is when a second bell chimes, different than the one greeting members of the pub. No one seems to take her place when she leaves; but she isn't gone long, and hadn't seem to miss the occasional free drinks served in her absence. It is when the second bell chimes that Vi departs into the back office; another section of the pub about half the size but twice as vacant. In the middle lays a table and a couple of chairs. Various trays and cleaning solutions are stored next to surgical tools. Here her moonlit occupation as a doctor shines to those who need it most.