Editing Absalom "Sal" Raines

Character Name: Absalom Raines

Look: Gaunt, Harsh Eyes

Origin: Sent

Skin: The Ghoul

Stats: (highlighted)

Hot: -1 ( )

(Turn Someone On, Manipulate an NPC)

Cold: +1 ( )

(Shut Someone Down, Hold Steady)

Volatile: +2 ( )

(Lash Out Physically, Run Away)

Dark: -1 ( )

(Gaze into the Abyss)


Conditions:

Carry Forward:

Harm: ( ) ( ) ( ) ( )

Experience Points: ( ) ( ) ( ) ( ) (>)

Moves:

The Hunger

You have a Hunger for: ecstasy. When you heedlessly pursue a Hunger, add 1 to rolls. When you ignore a feeding opportunity, roll to hold steady.

Disaffected

When you turn someone on, roll with cold.

Short Rest for the Wicked

When you die, wait it out. Some hours later, you wake up fully healed.

Sex Move:

When you have sex with someone, add “having sex with [this person]” as an additional Hunger. If you already have this Hunger, mark experience.

Darkest Self:

You will maim, kill and destroy anything in between you and the nearest object of your hunger. You will feed relentlessly. You escape your Darkest Self when someone restrains you or fends you off for long enough for you to regain your composure – at least thirty or forty minutes.

Advancement:

Strings:

Backstory:

Someone reminded you what love was, when you thought that death had stolen it away from you forever. Give them 2 Strings.

Did anyone watch you die, or watch you come back to life? If so, you both gain 2 Strings on each other.

Absalom's memories of before the accident are hazy. He thinks he was a pretty dreamy kid, lost in sounds and music. Becoming part of a band in high school got him some popularity from the wannabe hipster crowd, although Absalom didn't really care. That just made him more mysterious, though. His passion for the music drew people to him. One of those was Spencer Tatum. She noticed Absalom and he noticed her. They did a little flirtatious dance around each other, never really being friends, never really exchanging many words at all, just looks and interest. He was intimidated by her power, as everyone was, but also fascinated by how it worked. He observed her playing the social game like he played an instrument. He was surprised that she was into ritual stuff, but not that she invited him. He figured this was when their flirting would pay off. Instead he woke up on a gurney in a corridor while the doctors worked on the other kids. They'd left him for dead and, worse, he felt dead. The music wasn't there any more. He couldn't hear it. Instead, he just wanted control of his life, of his world, of others around him. That is what would get his heart beating again, he was sure. But more recently, as he begins to interact with people from before, at school and at home, who now appear to him like strangers he knows only through reading about them, he has started to think that he isn't Absalom Raines after all. Absalom died in the explosion. What now walks in his skin is something quite different, and much darker.