Editing Talon

'''Heritage''':Tycheros Outcast, '''Background''': Underworld - Fallen Icarus.

'''Looks''': Everyone says Tycherrosii are demon-blooded. Talon looks it. Gaunt and hard, if he were a regular man, you'd see the pale, clammy white skin of a heavy drug user. His looks like highly bleached terracotta, all bony angles and wthered muscle. His shoulder length black hair is unkempt, and his face... Well, it'd be handsome in an unnerving kind of way - even with the pale yellow eyes staring out at you. He wears tough black sandals in all weathers - but it does show his pointy, rounded toenails that match the claw-like black tips on his fingers.
Clothing-wise, Talon wears black,  loose pant and brown vest. The long black coat he wears seems to have pockets all over for tools of his trade. He tends to weasrva large scarf to cover much of his face, just to stop unnerving people
'''Long-time ally:''' Quellyn - witch, ally, and casual lover, Quellyn saved Talon's ass and acted as one of a few bolt-holes while the Red Caps were hunted. Kicks his ass about getting cleaned up. 
'''Rival''': Nyryx, a Possessor Ghost. Well,Talon doesn't consider him as such, but that doesn't stop Nyryx pulling the stops to get his own back for the body Talon promised him, that got plasmed in about 10 minutes instead of shipped out for Nyry to use.

''"Talon? Thought he was dead. Or rotting in a ditch somewhere...."''

The Tycherosi Aukta'Lonur'uudo came to Doskvol as a older boy seeking a fortune. Well. He actually came fleeing some of the more zealous fanatics of some of the more rigorous religious orders who caught him practicing his occult prowess in the name of supposedly adandoned gods....

But that was long ago. Or it feels that way.

Already a skilled Whisper, he landed with the Red Caps just as they were on the up. His scrappy nature and commanding presence helped him eck out a place high up, which only got higher... He pursued the dark gods promises of power, consorted with demons, and it was all turning into a solid win...

Until it came crashing down. Their sponsor pulled the plug and turned on them for a more prestigious political endeavour, and offered his former allies upnon a place. Months of work. The Red Caps were crippled overnight. Talon's ghost connections were bound by Imperial Whisperers, and he fled.

That was nearly 5 years ago. Now, Talon has been with several crews, but spends most of his time sampling the many, many vices - he loves pleasure. But none made it like the Red Caps. But when they came, looking for a Whisper... Well. You gotta aim high. Maybe, this time, he'll get back out.

Vice: Though Talon loves Pleasure, only True Excess relieves Hus stresses. Stupor, via Black Lotus. Purveyor - Madame Tesslyn of The Red Lamp

Insight*: Study *
Prowess **: Prowl *, Skirmish *
Resolve ***: Attune **, Command *, Consort *
Occultist: you may consort with forgotten gods, ancient powers and demons. If you control the entity, gain +1d.