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Revision as of 12:25, 25 June 2020
Character Name
"Character Quote"
High Concept
- Aspect Name
- Brief description of High Concept Aspect (should include your House assignment)
- Invoke: Example of when this aspect might be invoked
- Compel: Example of when this aspect might be compelled
Trouble
- Aspect Name
- Brief description of Trouble
- Invoke: Example of when this aspect might be invoked
- Compel: Example of when this aspect might be compelled
Free Aspects
- Aspect Name
- Brief description of Free Aspect
- Invoke: Example of when this aspect might be invoked
- Compel: Example of when this aspect might be compelled
- Aspect Name
- Brief description of Free Aspect
- Invoke: Example of when this aspect might be invoked
- Compel: Example of when this aspect might be compelled
Approaches
Wand
Wood: Wood Type | Core: Core Type | Flexibility: Degree of Flexibility
Wand Stunt:
- Stunt Description
Pet/Familiar
Character Stunts
Stunt 1: Description
Stunt 2: Description
Stunt 3: Description
Stress & Conditions
Truthbound
Ferroburned
Oathbreaker
Winter Courtier
Indebted
Stress
In Peril
Doomed
Refresh
Personal Details
Born the only daughter of a Wyld Fae Trickster of rough reputation, Alice had a strange and troubled childhood. She never knew her mother, and her father would not speak of her, but over time she came to suspect that he had done what Trcicksters often do in the siring of progeny - he took on both roles, impregnating himself and bearing her to term in the form of a woman.
It didn't matter. When she was old enough to fend for herself, he abandoned her to her own devices. An unaligned Fae among the wildest and roughest of the Fae was on the dangerous side of precarious, and resulted in her eventually swearing fealty to Winter.
The Unseelie court was no soft home, but they kept the letter of the law. In that respect, she was much safer than she had ever been in the Wylds.
Boneweaver, a burly minotaur who spent most of his time on the Gates, took her under his wing shortly after she had given fealty and did his best to help her to navigate her new life. A Waywalker, he taught her to find the spaces between the Here and the There, between the Now and the Not Yet. He taught her how to whisper to the Ways, to suss out where they went before she even stepped in. But more importantly, he taught her to listen to the Ways and to trust them when they wanted to lead her.
That did not always end well.
The Magic came to her on its own, breathed on the chill wind, wrapping her in blankets of stars and night. She was no adept yet. But she was no slouch either.
More and more these days, she found herself walking among mortals in their realm. They fascinated her, though their penchant for surrounding themselves with Iron was alarming. Still, most of them managed not to run afoul of the stuff, and if they could manage the feat, she could too.