| The lead into the game. Escott is a slave driver! No going to the mall, no parties, no boy. Your life is over; all you do day after day is read smelly old books. You’re going mad, one day you even caught yourself talking to one of Escott’s big white cats. If not for Jamie getting Escott to put in the pool, this summer would be a total bust. It’s a Friday morning and there’s no hope of going out. You plant yourself by the pool, for one— maybe two hours, and then you’ll do your homework. After a while, you feel something on your face. You open your eyes to see Delaney dropping rose petals. “Its dinner time,” she says as she does a back flip and starts laughing. You see someone has kindly put an umbrella over you. You breathe a worried sigh, “Escott’s going to kill me.” He’ll be home any time and you haven’t even opened book one. When Escott comes home, he’s talking to himself. That’s a bad sign. He only talks to himself when he’s in a bad mood. You try to make your way up to your room without him seeing you, but no luck. The second your foot hits the stairs you hear, “One moment, young lady.” You think “I’m dead” as you turned to face him. He hands you a set of car keys. “I picked up a little something for you to get around in.” Then he surprises the heck out of you by telling you to go out and do the town up right. “You need to get out more,” he says. “You’re starting to bore me”. As he walks off, you see he wasn’ t talking to himself, after all. He was talking to one of his big white cats, from over his shoulder he says, “Remember, be back before Monday!” Outside, you find a new red Jaguar convertible with a bow on it. “God bless you, Charles Escott,” you giggle breathlessly and jump in. On the dashboard is a Gold Card with your name on it, and the guy at the gas station swears the Raven Nightclub is the hottest in town. On your way to the Raven, your cat friend crawls out from under the passenger seat. You think about taking it back to Escott’s but then playfully change your mind. Why not? You say to the cat. “We’ll make it a girls’ night out.” You find a spot in front of the club. The doorman tells you its four to five hours to get in. Disappointed, you start to walk back to the car, when your cat jumps out of your arms and run around the corner into the alley. You run after her, but as you turn the corner there’s no cat in sight. Instead, you see a woman dressed head-to-toe in white leather. She’s over six feet tall, with dark skin, snow-white hair, and greenest eyes you have ever seen. Cat got your tongue? She purrs as she breezes by you. The doorman had the door open by the time she got to it. You coming, Kitty? She calls to you as she walks into the club. Your new friend says, “Have fun… But not too much fun. See you, Kitty” and makes her way over to the bar. You see Mr. Tull behind the bar mixing drinks. You think to yourself he looks like he’s right at home. Than you see the man of your dreams, sitting at a corner table. You try to move over to talk to him, but you lose him in the crowd. All at once, you feel someone kissing your hand, when you turn, it’s him. Dance, little one? He says in a dark, rich voice. The night is straight out of your best dreams until you get to his limo. Then the dream turns into a nightmare. In the back he looks deep into your eyes and you’re suddenly frozen as he begins to change into some kind of bat-thing. His voice is no longer smooth and velvety, but bitter and harsh. He snarls, you killed my little brother, and now I’m going to kill you. But I’m going to do it slowly. I’m going to make it last a long time, just like my brother. He’s going on and on about you killing his brother and you’re still unable to move. You feel yourself falling. The next thing you know, you see the woman from the alley with the limo door over her head. She uses it to knock the bat-thing back into the limo. Then she grabs you up and runs to the Jag. She puts down about a quarter inch of rubber peeling out of the place, but she’s cool and calm when she asks you, “What’s the story, Morning Glory”?, and you spill it. At an all-night coffeehouse, she plants you in a corner booth and tells you she needs to make some calls. She asks you for change and when you roll your eyes, she just smiles and pats her leather- covered behind unapologetically, “With this outfit; do I look like I need money”? After your tenth cup of coffee she comes back. The news is bad; she tells you that you have a doppelganger, and its killing vamps. |
| Morgan LeFey Base OCV: 6 Base DCV: 6 Adjustment+ Adjustment+ Final OCV: Final DCV: ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Val Char Base Cost 12 STR 18 DEX 14 CON 11 BODY 15 INT 13 EGO 15 PRE 20 COM 03 PD 03 ED 03 SPD 05 REC 32 END 33 STUN 06" RUN 02" SWIM 02" LEAP ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- STR Roll: 11- Run: 6" DEX Roll: 13- Swim: 2" CON Roll: 12- Leap: 2" INT Roll: 12- EGO Roll: 12- PER Roll 12- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Disadvantages Pts Psychological Limitation Claustrophobia: (Common, Moderate) 10 Normal Characteristic Maxima 0 Psychological Limitation Like to maniplate men: (Common, Moderate) 10 Psychological Limitation Overconfidence: (Common, Moderate) 10 Psychological Limitation Paranoid: (Uncommon, Moderate) 5 Psychological Limitation Vengeful: (Common, Strong) 15 Distinctive Features Beauty: (Concealable; Always Noticed and Causes Major Reaction; Detectable By Commonly-Used Senses) 15 The Unknown 15 Unluck: 2d6 10 Vulnerability Magic: 2 x Effect (Uncommon) 10 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Pts. Skill/Perk/Talent/Power END 38 Variable Power Pool, 35 base + 3 control cost, (52 Active Points); all slots Concentration, Must Concentrate throughout use of Constant Power (1/2 DCV; Character is totally unaware of nearby events; -1), Gestures, Requires Gestures throughout (Requires both hands; -1), OAF (Focus Spell Book; -1), Extra Time (Extra Segment, -1/2), Magic Roll 14- (-1/2) 20 Luck 4d6 0 9 Acrobatics 16- 9 Acting 15- 5 Breakfall 14- 3 Bribery 12- 3 Bureaucratics 12- 3 Computer Programming 12- 3 Concealment 12- 5 Contortionist 14- 5 Conversation 13- 5 Disguise 13- 10 Gambling (Baccarat, Blackjack, Board Games, Card Games, Dice Games) 14- 5 High Society 13- 4 KS Ancient Literature 13- 4 KS High Fashion 13- 3 KS Magic 12- 4 KS Occult Literature 13- 4 KS Occult Researcher 13- 2 KS Occult Weirdo 11- 4 KS Supernatural Phenomena 13- 0 Language: English (idiomatic) (4 Active Points) 3 Language: French (completely fluent) 1 Language: Hebrew (basic conversation) 3 Language: Italian (completely fluent) 3 Language: Russian (completely fluent) 2 Language: Yiddish (fluent conversation) 5 Persuasion 13- 3 Riding 13- 5 Seduction 13- 3 Shadowing 12- 9 Stealth 16- 4 TF: Common Motorized Ground Vehicles, Riding Animals 1 WF: Handguns 3 Magic Skill Roll 13- 6 Money: Wealthy 2 Fringe Benefit: Concealed Weapon Permit (where appropriate) 3 Ambidexterity (-2 Off Hand penalty) 12 Combat Luck (6 PD/6 ED) 4 Double Jointed 5 Eidetic Memory 4 Speed Reading (x10) $10000 Spell Book 0 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hair: Brown Eyes: Brown Appearance: Height 5' 5" Weight 114 lbs Age 20 Base out of San Francisco |
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