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Mage The Ascension: Illusion and Reality in the City of Sin

@Fiber No worries. And glad to know that I was more or less on point with where I was thinking/expecting his skills to land with sticking to three Spheres.

I am well versed with Mage, have the hard copies of 20th and some of it's splats as well. Am big fan of it, and all of World of Darkness really.

On that. As noted in the Plot hooks for Robert there is 'Glitchy' Arcane. I wanted his to be stronger then expected, and somewhat outside of his control. He can't turn it off all the way unlike normal, and it can slip above the normal cap as well, but again not within his direct control. I'm also cool just playing it straight which I'd wager is having it around three dots or so.

Mage The Ascension: Illusion and Reality in the City of Sin

Figured I'd get him written up anyway.

@Fiber Let me know if there are any questions, concerns, or incompatibilities.

Robert

'I'm going to be frank with you. At the end of the day the world is fucked. But you'll not catch me laying down in the ashes. Not when I can dance in the fallout'

Tradition ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Orphan. 'And damn proud to be one too!' Spheres ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ 'Just you wait until I figure them all out!' Prime, Matter, Correspondence. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔	_______________________________________________ Robert █████ Age: 28, or at least that's a safe bet. Robert is an odd person to describe. Mainly because you can't, not truly at any rate. How he looks varies from person to person. But rarely does he stand out to anyone, always being an average face in the crowd. The exception is the large, weathered jacket he always has on him. This un-person nature extends to recordings of him in all shapes. Written records, video tapes, memories. All fade, or get misplaced, or destroyed with shocking regularity. Mixed with his missing history Robert is forever just a step disconnected from others. It does make him very good at sneaking around places he shouldn't be though. Though Mages, other supernaturals, and the occasional odd mundane, are more resistant to Robert and his Arcane nature. Outlook: Robert is a Nihilist with a mean streak. A armchair optimist, and a backroom pragmatist. He is fully convinced that the World is a fucked up mess, built to exploit and abuse everyone and everything. And that's fine. Because Robert has found the Keys to the Kingdom in the trash. He doesn't know where he came from. Those memories are lost, possibly forever. He doesn't know where he is going. He has no grand ambitions or goals. But he knows where he is at and what he can do. And that's enough for him. The first Sphere Robert Awakened to was Prime. So more then anything he is tuned into Reality. He might not be able to parse the full picture, not yet, but he's got a finger on it's pulse. So he knows, intimately, just how little he is in the face of 'Everyone' but that's not disheartening to him. That's just a challenge. Plus there is something endlessly awe inspiring to just sit back and watch 'Reality' as it ripples and folds and changes. To find the fault lines where the ways of thinking shift imperceptibly. Knowing that Upstate you can get the cops to show up in five minuets with a shaky voice, while in downtown you can't get them to show even if you call them while in the middle of a active shoot out. And that's a lot of what Magick is to him. Finding the patterns, and techniques, and tricks, and cheats. There isn't anything that can't be done. You just have to know the right way to do it. And if one doesn't exist, you make it, or fake it. How it works isn't something he could really explain to a non Mage. It's a frame of mind, and a way of pushing your Will out into the Everything that is. Sometimes you need tools and props to help. But like any good Con, it only has to look good on the surface. As not many people bother to look twice, and by the time they would Robert is long gone. The difference is that when it comes to Magick, Robert is truly devoted to the craft. For all his apathy, and cynicism, and devil-may-care about the world and it's current state of affairs. He Loves Magick. He is shockingly open with it, using smaller effects often as he can get away with. And loves to hear about how people view their world. Because he doesn't think that there is one 'True' way to see the world. All of them are right. His is just more correct then most. This is in part to his Avatar. A statuesque woman, that seems intent on pushing Robert as far as he can go in regards to Magick. Teaching and testing him in regards to how to twist and rewrite reality. He sees her often. Weekly if not more, in the spaces between Con's or Grifts or in his dreams while he sleeps. She's too perfect to be human. Almost too perfect to be real. But she knows him. Better almost then he knows himself. But... She also doesn't quite seem to see Robert as he is now. And there is a level of frustration underlying all of their interactions. As if she feel like he should know all of this already. And she will make mentions of things that Robert can't remember, things from the nebulous 'before', but never explains any of them to him.	Personal History ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ 'You a cop? Why you asking? Who wants to know?' A surprisingly tricky thing to answer. Because put bluntly, Robert doesn't know. His memories only go back a few years before they just stop. What caused him to lose his history isn't something he knows. It wasn't his Awakening, as that's back in his gaps, but he does sometimes get flashes of insight, or recollections from these lost years that hint at a lot more then they realistically should. That said, Robert also doesn't really care. Who he was isn't who he is now. And who he is now, is a fast talking Con Artist. Testing the edges of what he can get away with, both legally and Magickally. And then working out way to get past even those limits. Notably, Robert's Awakening is remembered. But only the singular event that was his awakening, the lead up and aftermath are dust in the wind. Plot Hooks ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ 'Glitchy' Arcane, Pushy Avatar, Amnesia. 'Can you please not? I working on getting a handle on this Forces thing and I'm almost there.'

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Daxter: Local fence for Robert to pawn his conned goods off too. Isn't as affected by Roberts Arcane as much as most people are.}

Mage The Ascension: Illusion and Reality in the City of Sin

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Mage The Ascension: Illusion and Reality in the City of Sin

On character creation, roughly where would they be at if they only had 2 or 3 spheres that they were skilled in?

EDIT: Are things like Arcane also allowed?

Mage The Ascension: Illusion and Reality in the City of Sin

Hmm, rolling around either a Orphan Con artist who was out to scam some poor sods or a Son of Ether who specializes in backyard Jury-rigging

Mage The Ascension: Illusion and Reality in the City of Sin

As it had been foretold. I am here and interested.

As an aside. The Nine spheres hider is empty.

Tiny and the Terminator [Mistress Dizzy & Shifter_Master]

Slade let out a softly amused huff as he looked at the seemingly innocent Bookshelf before him. It was the second time he had done so, though the first time had been when he was reading over the teacher’s informational packet he had been given when he had finished signing all of the paper work.

Amongst that paper work had been a dossier on the ‘hidden’ rooms of the school. Locations, how to access them, and a short primer on what the rooms were. Had he not been given the list; Slade would have given him maybe a week before he found a majority of them. Or at least found the one’s like where he was headed.

The notecard that had been stuck in the last few pages of his information packet had been simple

"Staff mixer, 10 pm, Lounge Theta. BYOB."

And really Slade had nothing better to do tonight. Might as well introduce himself to those he was now working alongside.

But back to its hidden nature, the reason he had let out an amused huff, and the reason he was so sure he would have found it.

He was currently in the library, a few rows deep, with no clear sightlines to or from this position. Which meant when he reached out to the book titled Easy Speaking 101 and used it to tap out a short sequence while it was still shelved, no one was able to witness the shelf swing back into the wall, revealing a hidden passage way.

‘Still the same sense of humor.’ He would muse as he walked in, the shelf closing behind him. This wasn’t the only entrance to Lounge Theta, but he was aware that this was the entrance that had to be used first to get keyed into the other entrances.

As Lounge Theta was, for all intents and purposes, the staff bar. Oh, it wasn’t called that, and Slade knew that the Headmistress would never admit to it. But that’s what it was. Though considering its location, just off the hearts of campus, with multiple entrances and exits there was a few other uses that it was build for.

But in times of peace, it was for relaxation and mingling, and in this line of work that mostly meant drinking. And the logistics of where to place such amenities that could also work as a secondary command center were limited. Had to be central enough to be of use, but not too central as to be obvious. But he had been taught well, to say nothing of knowing the habits of the designer of this particular place already.

A short hallway, and a flight of stairs later. Slade was walking though the door way, and past a wall of sound, into Lounge Theta. He was, perhaps not the last to arrive, but he also clearly wasn’t the first. Plenty of others staff members were already occupying the large room. The mixer in full swing, with music and conversations aplenty. Enough so that no one really noticed his arrival. Not that he cared just yet.

He made his way through the room with ease, heading towards the bar counter that currently had no tender, and a wide array of different drink choice laid out on top of it. The spoils that everyone else had so far brought. Slade himself added a 32 case of beer and a bottle of top shelf whisky to the mix before turning around to more accurately survey the room.

Nabbing one of the cans he brought he would set to drifting through the party for the moment. Something easier to do then expected, as out of his Tac gear he wasn’t all that attention grabbing. At least not when compared to those with much more active expression of Meta genes.

Tiny and the Terminator [Mistress Dizzy & Shifter_Master]

Jinx gives Jinny an honestly bewildered look when she brings the makeshift cold pack over. It’s a look that only grows more so when Jinny’s follow up questions are mundane, casual things. Her nonchalance cracks a bit, and for a moment it is painfully clear that Jinx doesn’t quite know what to do in the face of genuine curiosity with no hidden agenda.

But she shakes her head and takes the icepack, the moment of vulnerability tucked away as swiftly as it appeared.

“You can call me Jinx, it’s as much my call sign as it is my name at this point.” She answers brushing aside the kindness in the gesture absently. There is a hint of bitterness in her voice but it is well worn, a hurt long ago enough that it’s unnoticed anymore.

“And of course you’ve gotten weird from everyone. No one here is normal, even if they aren’t taking any of the lower classes.” She rolls her eyes as she levers herself to standing, before hobbling on one leg as best she can over to the couch. Dropping the subject as best she can as she leaves her spot behind.

“I’m surprised you’ve never seen a Game Station. I know that the Station X came out not too long ago, but I didn’t think my GS2 was that old.” She’d snark as she resettled, “But I’m guessing it’s…” She hesitates for a moment, giving Jinny a look. “Deathstroke’s fault. So, go ahead and turn it on and grab the controller. I think I’ve got Fable 7 still in it, which isn’t a bad way to get introduced to gaming.”

Tiny and the Terminator [Mistress Dizzy & Shifter_Master]

“Just frozen stir-fry mix.” Jinx would mutter a reply as she carefully probed her knee. After a moment she let out a small sigh of relief. She hadn’t been fully sure herself that it hadn’t been broken, but before now she hadn’t had the time to actually check to make sure.

“You’re weirdly nice you know that?” She would ask as she glanced back at Jinny, only now registering what it was that the younger girl was offering in the first place. “Grabbing the painkillers I figured was just you having more questions. But more then that…” She shrugs.

“Anyway, you got more questions for me?”

Tiny and the Terminator [Mistress Dizzy & Shifter_Master]

Jinx would pop open the bottle and dry swallow two pills from within it before she would speak up again. “I’ve got gel packs in a drawer that work as both heating pack and ice pack. Microwave for heat, freezer for ice.” She’d say before letting out another breath, the tension slipping from her at the same time.

After a second Jinx would hike up her skirt and Jinny would see the faintest sparkle of pink as Jinx ran a finger down her left thigh. A moment later, and the barest of shifting in her seat and Jinx’s leggings would tear apart. It was the softest application of her power that Jinny had seen.

Though that revelation was quickly overshadowed by the sight of Jinx’s knee. It had swollen, badly, it was now slightly wider than her thigh and was an angry cherry red, which stood out starkly with her gray skin. Walking with it must have been agony, but her black leggings, and the length of her skirt, made it easy to miss. So long as she had been walking slowly.

Jinx, upon seeing the state of her leg, just let out a soft hiss, but stayed sitting.