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The Anathema was a blur of every color, racing through the streets. Much to the chagrin of Tepet Fuyumi, who had chased him through the streets of Nexus for hours. For an Anathema as careless as to show his Devlish Brand openly, he was causing her a great deal of grief. He seemed to be taunting her, almost, just always just barely escaping her sight. Almost as if he wanted to be seen. The Dynast's eyes darted throughout the streets, merchants and peasants fleeing from the sight of her anima roaring like the wind.
"Warmer," she heard a voice say. Fuyumi whirled around, seeing nothing. "Cold. Cold. Now warmer. Warmer. Warmer...ooh, you're burning hot!" The Dragon-Blooded thought she felt a feather on her head, then looked up to see the devlish creature standing on her head, balancing himself on a single toe. In a fury, she drew her daiklave and lashed out at the creature, who deftly sommersaulted off her head and across from her.
"Tsk tsk," he said. "That's no way to make friends." He idly drew some knives from his belt. Fuyumi braced herself for an attack, but the demonspawn threw them up in the air, and began to juggle them. Seething with rage, Fuyumi grasped onto the elemental Essence that was her birthright, lashing out with a furious succession of lightning bolts. The Anathema didn't even cease his juggling, moving out of the way with each elemental strike, moving like a demonic shadow, the golden ring appearing on his forehead once more.
"Alrighty, dear lady, you'd best stop before someone gets hurt." Fuyumi was sent into a fury with the Anathema's taunts, and raised her Daiklave as her Anima burst into full fury, the dragon wing shape picking up debris as she charged, but her blade met nothing but air where the Anathema had stood only a second before. A ghostly white and purple blur sped past her as what felt like a hundred blades pierced her back. "Now, next time play nice, and we'll have some more fun, okay?"
Name: Spiral Dream
Caste: Night
Concept: Wandering Performer
Nature: Jester
Anima: Smiling Leopard
Attributes:
Strength 3
Dexterity 4
Stamina 2
Charisma 4
Manipulation 4
Appearance 3
Perception 3
Intelligence 2
Wits 3
Caste Abilities:
Athletics 4
Awareness 1
Dodge 3
Larceny 1
Favored Abilities:
Brawl 2
Thrown 3
Performance (Juggling) 3
Survival 1
Medicine 1
Other abilities:
Presence 1
Resistance 1
Linguistics 1 (Riverspeak, Low Realm)
Socialize 2
Lore 1
Virtues:
Compassion 3
Conviction 2
Temperance 1
Valor 3
Virtue Flaw: Heart of Tears
Willpower: 6
Personal Essence: 15
Peripheral Essence: 36
Comitted: 4
Health Levels: -0, -1, -1, -2, -2, -4, incap
Backrounds:
Manse 3 (Air Aspected, shaped like a circus tent)
Resources 2 (Dream puts a hat out every once in a while. It works, actually.)
Artifact 2 (Orichalum Hearthstone Bracers, with a Windhands Gemstone socketed)
Charms:
Graceful Crane Stance
Lightning Speed
Leaping Tiger Attack
Respect Commanding Attitude
Unruly Mob Dispersing Gesture
Masterful Performance Exercise
Triple Distance Attack
Casecade of Cutting Terror
Reed in the Wind
Shadow over Water
Combo: Lightning Touches Water (Leaping Tiger Attack, Cascade of Cutting Terror, and Shadow Over Water)
Attacks:
Throwing Knife: Acc 7, Dmg 7L*, Rte 3, Rng 15
Khatar: Spd 4, Acc 6, Dmg 7L*, Def 5
*Includes bonus from Bracers
Posession: Multicolored traveling cloak, compliment of throwing knives, paired khatars, chain shirt.
Spiral Dream never wanted to be a rich man, nor a wise man, nor a powerful man--he only wanted to be a happy man, and to spread hapiness wherever he went. Growing up in a circus that traveled from the far reaches of the Eastern Threshold to the Scavenger Lands, he grew up cleaning up after animals and scrounging up loose coins dropped by careless patrons. He learned from the acrobats and strong men and clowns, but most of all he loved the juggler. He would watch him practice for hours, and eventually he would perform as a juggler himself.
He was content to live this life; he was never rich, but he could feed himself; he was never respected, save when he captivated audiences; he was never particularly wise, but, he was happy. This changed drastically, when performing in a town a short distance from Thorns. Apparently the performance had rubbed a wandering Deathknight the wrong way, and she proceeded to set fire to the circus. Seeing his entire life crumble to ashes, Spiral Dream lashed out in anger, throwing his entire compliment of knives at the Deathknight, as they blossomed into a dozen gleaming blades. While he did not have the power to defeat such a creature, he succeeded in wounding her, giving her a scar she wouldn't soon forget.
This would be the last time Spiral Dream would lash out in anger.
The chaos allowed the other performers to escape, but he was abandonded. Alone, by himself, he stayed in the ashes of the circus, weeping, until the sun rose and he heard someone say "Perform for them," and an irressistable pull east. He walked for days without food or rest, and when he arrived, he saw a giant tent, with sparkling essence spires. When he arrived, there was an audience waiting for him, but not a mortal audience, an audience of spirits who had not seen an Exalt walk among them in ages. And, before this tiny audience of little gods and wandering elementals, Spiral Dream juggled his heart out. The performance lasted for days, until he could juggle no more, and a Wood Elemental gave him fruit from her trees, and a spirit of dreams let him sleep.
Now Spiral Dream travels creation, eternally with a smile on his face, always a showman, and now a Prince of Earth as well.
(NOTE: I'm considering making him a Zenith rather than a Night Caste. I could honestly see him going either way actually. Input appreciated.)
The Anathema was a blur of every color, racing through the streets. Much to the chagrin of Tepet Fuyumi, who had chased him through the streets of Nexus for hours. For an Anathema as careless as to show his Devlish Brand openly, he was causing her a great deal of grief. He seemed to be taunting her, almost, just always just barely escaping her sight. Almost as if he wanted to be seen. The Dynast's eyes darted throughout the streets, merchants and peasants fleeing from the sight of her anima roaring like the wind.
"Warmer," she heard a voice say. Fuyumi whirled around, seeing nothing. "Cold. Cold. Now warmer. Warmer. Warmer...ooh, you're burning hot!" The Dragon-Blooded thought she felt a feather on her head, then looked up to see the devlish creature standing on her head, balancing himself on a single toe. In a fury, she drew her daiklave and lashed out at the creature, who deftly sommersaulted off her head and across from her.
"Tsk tsk," he said. "That's no way to make friends." He idly drew some knives from his belt. Fuyumi braced herself for an attack, but the demonspawn threw them up in the air, and began to juggle them. Seething with rage, Fuyumi grasped onto the elemental Essence that was her birthright, lashing out with a furious succession of lightning bolts. The Anathema didn't even cease his juggling, moving out of the way with each elemental strike, moving like a demonic shadow, the golden ring appearing on his forehead once more.
"Alrighty, dear lady, you'd best stop before someone gets hurt." Fuyumi was sent into a fury with the Anathema's taunts, and raised her Daiklave as her Anima burst into full fury, the dragon wing shape picking up debris as she charged, but her blade met nothing but air where the Anathema had stood only a second before. A ghostly white and purple blur sped past her as what felt like a hundred blades pierced her back. "Now, next time play nice, and we'll have some more fun, okay?"
Name: Spiral Dream
Caste: Night
Concept: Wandering Performer
Nature: Jester
Anima: Smiling Leopard
Attributes:
Strength 3
Dexterity 4
Stamina 2
Charisma 4
Manipulation 4
Appearance 3
Perception 3
Intelligence 2
Wits 3
Caste Abilities:
Athletics 4
Awareness 1
Dodge 3
Larceny 1
Favored Abilities:
Brawl 2
Thrown 3
Performance (Juggling) 3
Survival 1
Medicine 1
Other abilities:
Presence 1
Resistance 1
Linguistics 1 (Riverspeak, Low Realm)
Socialize 2
Lore 1
Virtues:
Compassion 3
Conviction 2
Temperance 1
Valor 3
Virtue Flaw: Heart of Tears
Willpower: 6
Personal Essence: 15
Peripheral Essence: 36
Comitted: 4
Health Levels: -0, -1, -1, -2, -2, -4, incap
Backrounds:
Manse 3 (Air Aspected, shaped like a circus tent)
Resources 2 (Dream puts a hat out every once in a while. It works, actually.)
Artifact 2 (Orichalum Hearthstone Bracers, with a Windhands Gemstone socketed)
Charms:
Graceful Crane Stance
Lightning Speed
Leaping Tiger Attack
Respect Commanding Attitude
Unruly Mob Dispersing Gesture
Masterful Performance Exercise
Triple Distance Attack
Casecade of Cutting Terror
Reed in the Wind
Shadow over Water
Combo: Lightning Touches Water (Leaping Tiger Attack, Cascade of Cutting Terror, and Shadow Over Water)
Attacks:
Throwing Knife: Acc 7, Dmg 7L*, Rte 3, Rng 15
Khatar: Spd 4, Acc 6, Dmg 7L*, Def 5
*Includes bonus from Bracers
Posession: Multicolored traveling cloak, compliment of throwing knives, paired khatars, chain shirt.
Spiral Dream never wanted to be a rich man, nor a wise man, nor a powerful man--he only wanted to be a happy man, and to spread hapiness wherever he went. Growing up in a circus that traveled from the far reaches of the Eastern Threshold to the Scavenger Lands, he grew up cleaning up after animals and scrounging up loose coins dropped by careless patrons. He learned from the acrobats and strong men and clowns, but most of all he loved the juggler. He would watch him practice for hours, and eventually he would perform as a juggler himself.
He was content to live this life; he was never rich, but he could feed himself; he was never respected, save when he captivated audiences; he was never particularly wise, but, he was happy. This changed drastically, when performing in a town a short distance from Thorns. Apparently the performance had rubbed a wandering Deathknight the wrong way, and she proceeded to set fire to the circus. Seeing his entire life crumble to ashes, Spiral Dream lashed out in anger, throwing his entire compliment of knives at the Deathknight, as they blossomed into a dozen gleaming blades. While he did not have the power to defeat such a creature, he succeeded in wounding her, giving her a scar she wouldn't soon forget.
This would be the last time Spiral Dream would lash out in anger.
The chaos allowed the other performers to escape, but he was abandonded. Alone, by himself, he stayed in the ashes of the circus, weeping, until the sun rose and he heard someone say "Perform for them," and an irressistable pull east. He walked for days without food or rest, and when he arrived, he saw a giant tent, with sparkling essence spires. When he arrived, there was an audience waiting for him, but not a mortal audience, an audience of spirits who had not seen an Exalt walk among them in ages. And, before this tiny audience of little gods and wandering elementals, Spiral Dream juggled his heart out. The performance lasted for days, until he could juggle no more, and a Wood Elemental gave him fruit from her trees, and a spirit of dreams let him sleep.
Now Spiral Dream travels creation, eternally with a smile on his face, always a showman, and now a Prince of Earth as well.
(NOTE: I'm considering making him a Zenith rather than a Night Caste. I could honestly see him going either way actually. Input appreciated.)