Name: Marble (street name), Michael White (false ID), formerly Michael Summers)
Appearance:
Like his name suggests, Marble is a very pale man. His skin is never flushed, even when he physically exerts himself - of course, this is his mask, how he appears to mortals. He is a tall, fairly handsome Caucasian male with extremely smooth skin that makes it hard to tell exactly how old he is. He tends to dress in dark colors, a fairly goth/punk style and apply radical, vibrant dyes to his hair - all of which just makes his albino skin even more stark. Under the dye, the truth becomes more clear; Marble is a walking statue, his carved and chiseled features being very literally carved and chiseled from the white marble he has apparently named himself for. Any color other than white has literally been painted on his otherwise all-white body when you see him in this form.
Age: 35
Age Taken: 19
Age Escaped: 32
Concept: Stoic Dealer
Virtue: Temperance. Marble is a fairly cool customer and can resist temptation well; he might peddle dope but he's never even inhaled.
Vice: Lust (Obsession) Marble is fixated on his sister; not in a sexual way, but in a kind of twisted protective big-brother way. He regularly shadows her, stakes out her home etc to make sure she's alright, even to the detriment of other parts of his life or the wishes of his motley.
Mental Attributes (Tertiary)
Intelligence: 2
Wits: 2
Resolve: 2
Physical Attributes (Secondary)
Strength: 2
Dexterity: 2
Stamina: 3
Social Attributes (Primary)
Presence: 3
Manipulation: 3
Composure: 2
Mental Skills (Tertiary)
Academics:
Computer:
Craft:
Investigation:
Medicine: 1
Occult: 1
Politics:
Science: 2
Physical Skills (Secondary)
Athletics: 1
Brawl (Dirty Tricks): 2
Drive: 1
Firearms:
Larceny (Concealing Goods): 2
Stealth :
Survival:
Weaponry:
Social Skills (Primary)
Animal Ken:
Empathy: 2
Expression :
Intimidation : 1
Persuasion (Fast-Talk): 3
Socialize:
Streetwise (Black Market): 3
Subterfuge: 2
Merits: Dual Kith (ooo), Allies (o - minor local criminals, petty favors), Striking Looks (oo), Mantle (Winter 1)
Willpower: 4
Size: 5
Speed:
Initiative Mod:
Defense: 2
Armor:
Health: 8
Seeming: Fairest
-Blessing: Spend Glamor to get bonus dice on Manipulation, Presence, Persuasion or Socialize
-Curse: -1 Dice on rolls to avoid losing Clarity.
Kith: Treasured/Stonebone
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Treasured: Alabaster Fortitude: Once per scene, spend one Glamor to reroll any failed Stamina, Resolve or Composure roll
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Stonebone: Obdurate Skin: Spend one Glamor once per day to gain a natural armor rating equal to Wyrd
Court: Winter
Contracts: Heart 1 (Fickle Fate), Mirrors 2 (Riddle-Kith, Skinmask). Eternal Winter 2 (Jack's Breath, Touch of Winter)
Wyrd: 1
Glamour: 1
Clarity: 7
Backstory:
Michael Summers was the oldest of two children born in a trailer park in one of the worse parts of the country. Him and his sister, Susie, were raised by their parents until Mom left (or maybe died? He's not sure any more) leaving them with Dad (who he definitely DOES remember). Dad was fine so long as he was working the night shift and tired. When the slaughterhouse he worked at fired him to replace him with Mexican immigrants, he came home and started drinking. Michael knew he wasn't much, wasn't smart or strong, but Susie - he loved her more than anything. And she had a chance, if Dad didn't ruin her. When Dad started taking his anger out on his kids, Michael stepped forward to bear the brunt for his kid sister. Verbal abuse, beatings, it didn't matter. So long as it was him and not her, he could take it.
One day, Dad came home roaring drunk and mistook Suzie for her mother. Michael took her away that night. They didn't have a plan, they didn't have directions. They just went, hitch hiking when they could and going through on foot when they couldn't. In the journey, Michael and Suzie got separated in an unfamiliar patch of woods. He looked and looked for her but somehow just seemed to wind himself deeper and deeper into the forests. Eventually, he started to see lights through the trees and, thinking it was a road, he got closer... Here, his memory becomes fuzzy.
He has been able to piece together that he stumbled into Arcadia, the realm of the Fae. He doesn't know it's name - the True Fae guard those closer than anything - but in the opulent manor it lived, he came to think of it as The Sculptor. It took him and showed him Suzie, his sister, as its other guest. And it assured him, or maybe it got someone else to assure him, that Suzie would be perfectly happy so long as Michael did whatever it wanted. He agreed - same deal as before, with Dad, just in a nicer trailer, that's how he saw it. He accepted whatever The Sculptor wanted. First it wanted him to be a petty manservant, cleaning and pouring and cooking, but he wasn't too good at that so it moved him over to being a guard but he wasn't too good at that either. Eventually it decided to just turn him to stone and leave him for a while. He's not sure how long. He couldn't move, couldn't breathe, couldn't do anything except stare at Suzie, there on the scarlet couch. Her staring back.
When the Sculptor came back, it must have decided it rather liked the look of Michael as stone. It never turned him back. Instead, it just got a chisel and cut him some points of articulation - and yes, he felt that. The deal continued, indulging the Sculptors artistic desires, forming scenes and dioramas. When its demands were more than Michael could do, a part he just couldn't play, then out came the chisel again... And to stop him from escaping, every so often it would turn him back to solid stone again, unmoving.
One day, for whatever reason, the Sculptor left Michael mobile. He took the chance, grabbed Suzie by her mute wrist and dragged her away, out of the house, into the forests again. Lights, he remembers running towards lights again, Suzie trailing behind him. The thorns bit at his, somehow cutting through his stone-skin, but he didn't care because soon they would be free and -
When they made it to the side of the freeway, Michael looked to Suzie, only what looked back was a pile of sticks and rags. It fell apart as soon as he saw it. The Sculptor never had her. It had only taken him. Maybe she'd never gone into the same patch of woods he had. Maybe she was still out there... Maybe she'd gotten lost, gotten scared and decided to go home. He'd only been missing for a few days, maybe a week, so he went home. The trailer was gone and when someone saw Michael snooping around, they screamed for some reason - and he saw he was still covered in stone. He fled, soon realizing the stone had gone away - no, he was just hiding it...
Trying to reintegrate with his old life was hard. What had felt like a week had been over ten years. The papers that Michael Summers (at least, another Michael Summers) was still alive and well, only after coming home from his attempted runaway he'd apparently waited for Dad to fall asleep and opened his neck with a kitchen knife. He was now in maximum security, psych eval showing him a total psychopath and huge danger to others. Suzie, she was put into the system, new name and everything. Got a good schooling, good life. Michael followed her as quiet as he could, to the new city she lives in now, working in an office doing something moving papers around. Michael's settled down within the city's worst district, setting himself up as a petty wheeler and dealer of narcotics. The more he learns about what's happened to him, how he's changed, from meeting others like him, he has come to align himself with the Winter Court, who feed upon sorrow - and there's plenty going on where he lives..
Recently, something new came to the attention of Michael (who started calling himself Marble). Some people he was selling to were found dead together in what the police were calling some kind of ritualistic mass suicide, overdosed on his product from what he could tell. Their dying message was something about finally catching a glimpse of The Truth through death... Poking around the strange cult has led Marble to find out more about what's going on in the city and into contact with other concerned individuals..
