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The Shadowling awoke on a ragged couch, coming apart at the seams. The room was unfamiliar for a moment, a small uni student flat with none of the furniture matching. Then, fear faded to wakefulness, faded to recollection, faded to understanding, faded to fear. Dream images hung at the back of...

Mental Intelligence 2 Wits 4 Resolve 2 Social Presence 2 Manipulation 2 Composure 1 Physical Athletics 2 Brawl 3 Weaponry 1 Survival Stealth 4 (In the Shadows) Larceny 1 Mental Investigation 2 Occult 4 (Contracts of Shadow) Academics 1 Social Intimidation 2 (Via fear of the unknown)...

Sorry for the lateness. Concept is as such The Shadowling "I am the Shadowling. I am what exits between the action and the response, between the conception and the creation. I will show you fear in a handful of dust. I seek to discover who I am. You may aid me or hinder me - but inconvenience...

Ha, I designed my character without an inkling of what setting we were even playing in! Me and Pumpkin are in. Duh.

HARP Bassline mutters to himself, thinking things through, idly flicking the revolver in his pocket. It probably isn't loaded. It probably wouldn't work if it was. Still looks mean. Other essentials are carried - Harp in the same clip pocket, Bass Guitar strapped across the back. "Well, I...

HARP "Damnit!" Bassline leans over the pilot chair, grabs a sick bag, and hurls. Strangely, this doesn't alliviate his hunger. Wiping his mouth, he mans the comms channel, hoping no-one saw him do that. He's dressed in a tan tracksuit and is a months unshaven. Sure, it'd help if he decided...

I'm in, as we discussed.