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===Exiled [[file:d8a.png|28px|d8]]=== | ===Exiled [[file:d8a.png|28px|d8]]=== | ||
| − | Lucia is an elioud. Half human and half angel. Her father is a fallen angel - Lucifer himself | + | Lucia is an elioud. Half human and half angel. Her father is a fallen angel - Lucifer himself. Technically, she is The Princess of Hell. </br> |
As one of the Exiled Lucia is always aware of supernatural entities and artifacts near her (within 50') and is able to identify their type. This ability is not hindered by invisibility, intangibility, or altered form. | As one of the Exiled Lucia is always aware of supernatural entities and artifacts near her (within 50') and is able to identify their type. This ability is not hindered by invisibility, intangibility, or altered form. | ||
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She is majoring in Archaeology, specializing in ''Archaeology of religion and ritual''. She is also aiming for a degree in Parapsychology. | She is majoring in Archaeology, specializing in ''Archaeology of religion and ritual''. She is also aiming for a degree in Parapsychology. | ||
:[[File:Check002.png|24px]] '''Hinder:''' ''Sometimes your distinction works against you.'' Gain 1 plot point when you roll a [[File:d4a.png|24px]] instead of a [[File:d8a.png|24px]] to represent your distinction. | :[[File:Check002.png|24px]] '''Hinder:''' ''Sometimes your distinction works against you.'' Gain 1 plot point when you roll a [[File:d4a.png|24px]] instead of a [[File:d8a.png|24px]] to represent your distinction. | ||
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===Lucifer's Daughter [[file:d8a.png|28px|d8]]=== | ===Lucifer's Daughter [[file:d8a.png|28px|d8]]=== | ||
| − | Lucia has inherited her father's charm. Also, his reputation. Mysterious cults aware of her parentage are either trying to assassinate her as | + | Lucia has inherited her father's charm. Also, his reputation. Mysterious cults aware of her parentage are either trying to assassinate her as an antichrist, or to serve and worship her as The Princess of Hell. |
:[[File:Check002.png|24px]] '''Hinder:''' ''Sometimes your distinction works against you.'' Gain 1 plot point when you roll a [[File:d4a.png|24px]] instead of a [[File:d8a.png|24px]] to represent your distinction. | :[[File:Check002.png|24px]] '''Hinder:''' ''Sometimes your distinction works against you.'' Gain 1 plot point when you roll a [[File:d4a.png|24px]] instead of a [[File:d8a.png|24px]] to represent your distinction. | ||
:[[File:Check002.png|24px]] '''Devilish Good Looks:''' ''When you’re using your good looks as a distraction to help an ally, spend 1 PP to give that ally a die equal to your Influencer die rating for the ally’s next Action.'' | :[[File:Check002.png|24px]] '''Devilish Good Looks:''' ''When you’re using your good looks as a distraction to help an ally, spend 1 PP to give that ally a die equal to your Influencer die rating for the ally’s next Action.'' | ||
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Limit: [Conscious Activation] If taken out, asleep, or unconscious, shut down the Exiled Power Set. Restore Exiled Power Set when you awake.</br> | Limit: [Conscious Activation] If taken out, asleep, or unconscious, shut down the Exiled Power Set. Restore Exiled Power Set when you awake.</br> | ||
Limit: [Crisis of Faith] Shut down any Exiled power to gain a pp. Activate an opportunity to restore the power.</br> | Limit: [Crisis of Faith] Shut down any Exiled power to gain a pp. Activate an opportunity to restore the power.</br> | ||
| − | Limit: [Wardrobe Accident] The wings are very much physical and cannot manifest when wearing heavy clothing. They will tear through the back of thin clothes, but that has its own issues | + | Limit: [Wardrobe Accident]The wings are very much physical and cannot manifest when wearing heavy clothing. They will tear through the back of thin clothes, but that has its own issues. |
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==Stress Tracks== | ==Stress Tracks== | ||
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Dear diary of Lucia Lacroix. Actually, this is not a diary. But whatever. I am putting my thoughts on paper. I have heard that it helps. | Dear diary of Lucia Lacroix. Actually, this is not a diary. But whatever. I am putting my thoughts on paper. I have heard that it helps. | ||
| − | Where should I start. Let’s start with mom. What she is like now – Walmart manager Cynthia Lacroix, slightly plump | + | Where should I start. Let’s start with mom. What she is like now – Walmart manager Cynthia Lacroix, slightly plump late thirties woman with glasses – most people couldn’t imagine that she used to be a singer in a black metal band, and a Satanist. She still has cool tattoos, but outside home she keeps them under a long sleeved shirt. I guess her metal phase had something to do with my grandparents. I have never met them, they live somewhere out of town, but from what mom has told, they sound like total assholes. Ultra right wing, ultra conservative, you get the idea. Mom left home as soon as she could, drifted around for a while, ended up in New Trinidad, and joined a band. |
So mom lived a wild metal life for a while. Then there was this – ritual, party, orgy, or all three? Anyway, the band had been playing in a private venue, for this bunch that was some kind of cult or something. At the culmination of the event, they did a rite that was supposed to summon the Devil himself. Nothing happened, and people went back to partying. At the party, mom met this tall, dark, devilishly handsome dude, and woke up next to him in the morning. That night, yours truly was conceived. And getting knocked up made mom rethink her life. So she gave up on her wild life, got a real job, had a daughter, and turned into the woman she is now. | So mom lived a wild metal life for a while. Then there was this – ritual, party, orgy, or all three? Anyway, the band had been playing in a private venue, for this bunch that was some kind of cult or something. At the culmination of the event, they did a rite that was supposed to summon the Devil himself. Nothing happened, and people went back to partying. At the party, mom met this tall, dark, devilishly handsome dude, and woke up next to him in the morning. That night, yours truly was conceived. And getting knocked up made mom rethink her life. So she gave up on her wild life, got a real job, had a daughter, and turned into the woman she is now. | ||
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So I was born with really weird genes. Do I get something out of it? Where should I start… | So I was born with really weird genes. Do I get something out of it? Where should I start… | ||
| − | Let’s start with the obvious. My looks. I inherited dad’s devilishly good looks. I am beautiful. Eleven points out of ten beautiful. Perfect skin, perfect lips, perfect hair, perfect body. I like to keep my hair long. It is mostly dark but has these lighter stripes. In some superstitions that was thought to be a mark of a witch. Maybe that was even true, but in my case the overall effect is | + | Let’s start with the obvious. My looks. I inherited dad’s devilishly good looks. I am beautiful. Eleven points out of ten beautiful. Perfect skin, perfect lips, perfect hair, perfect body. I like to keep my hair long. It is mostly dark but has these lighter stripes. In some superstitions that was thought to be a mark of a witch. Maybe that was even true, but in my case the overall effect is mysterious and alluring. Oh, and I am acing the gym class. It is not like I am Olympic level good, but I am naturally fit. |
Then there are my eyes. I do not see the world like others do. I have the eyes of an Angel. I see the Truth! If I pass some people who are not actually human on the street, I see them as they are. Just like that. In fact, up close I can see any people or things that are supernatural in some fashion, and also what kind of weird they are. It does not matter if they are invisible, shapechanged, or whatever. | Then there are my eyes. I do not see the world like others do. I have the eyes of an Angel. I see the Truth! If I pass some people who are not actually human on the street, I see them as they are. Just like that. In fact, up close I can see any people or things that are supernatural in some fashion, and also what kind of weird they are. It does not matter if they are invisible, shapechanged, or whatever. | ||
| − | I can sense more than just the supernatural too. I can sense what people are thinking or feeling. That can get really awkward. I may be having a nice, friendly chat with some guy or girl. And then they start fantasizing what they'd like to do with me. Gah! That is how I noticed that I can affect those feelings to a limited degree. Amplify or diminish them. So when someone's mind starts drifting down my cleavage, I can project | + | I can sense more than just the supernatural too. I can sense what people are thinking or feeling. That can get really awkward. I may be having a nice, friendly chat with some guy or girl. And then they start fantasizing what they'd like to do with me. Gah! That is how I noticed that I can affect those feelings to a limited degree. Amplify or diminish them. So when someone's mind starts drifting down my cleavage, I can project chill pill! and make it stop. |
Makes having even a normal conversation darn difficult, not to mention relationships. | Makes having even a normal conversation darn difficult, not to mention relationships. | ||
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Some people definitely think that! One reason why I have kept my parentage a secret between me and mom (and dad) is all the damn cultists! I am not sure which ones are worse. The ones who think I am antichrist and try to kill or banish me, or the ones who consider me a Princess of Hell and persist in trying to worship me! | Some people definitely think that! One reason why I have kept my parentage a secret between me and mom (and dad) is all the damn cultists! I am not sure which ones are worse. The ones who think I am antichrist and try to kill or banish me, or the ones who consider me a Princess of Hell and persist in trying to worship me! | ||
| − | Yeah. Even though I have tried to keep my identity a secret, some people know. I think one of them is the cult whose ritual led to my birth. Somehow they figured out what had happened. It can get really awkward. Not just because of weird | + | Yeah. Even though I have tried to keep my identity a secret, some people know. I think one of them is the cult whose ritual led to my birth. Somehow they figured out what had happened. It can get really awkward. Not just because of weird presents I keep getting, but because there seem to be all kinds of people in the cult. I might be having a normal, private conversation with, say, one of my teachers or a grocery store clerk. And then it might out of a sudden turn into how may I serve you, Princess? Aargh! Though I have to admit... I have on occasion given in to the temptation to use them as minions. Tweak my grades up a bit. Do not check my ID when I buy beer. It is naughty, I know. |
But the demon cult has this opposing cult. I suppose the cults are spying on each other, because the other bunch knows of me too, and see me as an enemy! That might be downright dangerous, except that both cults seem kind of - unprofessional. Like, they do not know much, just enough to goof up. Starting with that ritual that did not go as planned, and ending with the other cult's awkward assassination attempts. Because it is not like they do anything sensible like try to shoot me or use a car bomb! I suppose they consider me unkillable by ordinary methods or something, because it is always some pseudo-supernatural weird stuff. I have had holy water thrown on me, and then the cult assassin is all confused when all that happens is me complaining about a wet shirt. And that was just the tip of the iceberg. I don't even want to mention the other stuff that is far more awkward and more difficult to wash off. | But the demon cult has this opposing cult. I suppose the cults are spying on each other, because the other bunch knows of me too, and see me as an enemy! That might be downright dangerous, except that both cults seem kind of - unprofessional. Like, they do not know much, just enough to goof up. Starting with that ritual that did not go as planned, and ending with the other cult's awkward assassination attempts. Because it is not like they do anything sensible like try to shoot me or use a car bomb! I suppose they consider me unkillable by ordinary methods or something, because it is always some pseudo-supernatural weird stuff. I have had holy water thrown on me, and then the cult assassin is all confused when all that happens is me complaining about a wet shirt. And that was just the tip of the iceberg. I don't even want to mention the other stuff that is far more awkward and more difficult to wash off. | ||
