YumenoTsukishiro
Senpai will never notice you.
- SABLE SERPENTSMASKED FOOLSheridan ValeLEGAL NAMESheridan ValeAGE & BIRTH32, according to me (month ??, ????)ALIASMasked FoolGENDERMaleHEIGHT | WEIGHT5'11" (172 cm) | 163 lb (74 kg)GANG & RANKVeteran of the Sable SerpentsACTIVE SINCE2012REPUTATIONOwner and proprietor of Fool’s End CafeHome DistrictNorth DistrictGENERAL DESCRIPTIONWhat is a fool? A coward pretending otherwise, like I do. I hide my face from the world with a facade of ebony and gold, the very image of calm poise. A sleek three-piece suit and slacks, all black, lined with gold, complement the deceit. My hair, black and slicked back, add to the layers of sophistication. Wouldn’t it be strange, though, to find a gentleman who by all appearances should be a Tiger running a cafe in the middle of arguably the most hostile territory in all of New Oasis?
I find the whole idea of it fascinating, especially when people come in and see me wearing a brown apron embroidered with bears on top of the suit. Their reactions are nothing short of amusing. Some have suggested I eschew the apron entirely, and I have suggested, in return, that they have carnal relations with themselves. I have standards. I would die before having a drop of coffee stain my suit just because I didn’t wear my apron, and that is not hyperbole.
I will say this: Nobody, save two, has ever seen what’s beneath the mask. Nowadays, I don’t recognize the face cowering in the mirror. The mask has become my face. My face has become a lie. What, then, is deceit? It is the mask you see.PERSONALITYWhat defines a person? A set of traits handpicked from the world around them? Behaviors coalescing into the societal norm? Who am I, then, as a person? A foolish one, at the very least. A coward, as I have said numerous times before.
But I suppose if pressed to answer, I would say that I am gentlemanly, moving with the grace and etiquette expected of the station. My words are soft, my voice mellow, ready to offer kindness and acid in equal measure. But make no mistake, I am not a vulgar man. Expletives are too crude for my tastes. You can just as easily tear apart a person without them.
I have no friends, only acquaintances, and I am not that much of a fool to consider having allies. I do take care of my people, those hard-headed enough to work for me, and I expect the same from them. Loyalty and betrayal are rewarded accordingly, but those who would raise a hand against my own will meet with an unsheathed blade.
Of course, you should take everything I say with a grain of salt. From one fool to another, be cautious of one who has many masks, many faces, many lies. He can be anything, or anyone, the world wishes him to be. He is too afraid to do otherwise.HISTORICAL BIOGRAPHYThe story of my life would bore you. It isn’t anything you haven’t seen before, dear reader. It has all the exciting bits you’ve come to expect: parents dead at a young age; forced to survive using dubious means; had to murder someone for the first time; met a fellow orphan who I grew up together with; discovered strange and fanciful powers that let me kill every single bastard whO DARED TOUCH HER–
Ah.
Ahem, my apologies. Where was I? Oh yes, the finale of the story where I carve a place for myself in this group of ruffians, opening the Fool’s End Cafe, the Northern Territory’s best – and possibly only – place for a good cup of coffee and amazing scones. Head on over now and you’ll get a Loyalty Card on your first purchase.
And who knows? Get all ten stamps on that card, and I might just be inclined to tell you my story in full. For what is a life? A book of stories, tragedies, comedies, written by different people, contradiction and truth all at once. Would you know the difference?RELATIONSHIPSMorigan Clemens - She is my best -- and only -- employee, loyal to a fault, and incredibly skilled at conflict de-escalation. After all, if you've swallowed them up in darkness, then there's no conflict to speak of! And she's my... well, you don't need to know right now. Suffice to say that she makes a surprisingly good flat white, so visit the Fool's End Cafe to try it out for yourself. Wxnter - POTENTIALITY PROFILEMASQUERADEMasquerade - Banquet of FoolsPRIMARY CLASSEtherSECONDARY CLASSIrregularOTHER NAMESBanquet of FoolsPOTENTIALITY DESCRIPTIONWhat is a mask? The face of a coward, like myself. I wield the Masquerade to defy the cruel nature of this world, and to reach the lofty heights just beyond my reach. Each piece is carved from the stuff of dreams and engraved with the golden threads of hope. When I wear a mask of the Masquerade, I gain the aspect of the ideal it embodies, along with the perfect tool to realize its goals. In the years since I discovered this power within me, I’ve crafted four masks, which I’ll tell you more about in the following sections.STRENGTHS + WEAKNESSES+ If I felt like it, there would be a mask for every occasion and every scenario. Using my masks, I can react to the situation as I see fit. Need a close combatant? I will be there. How about a silent assassin? That, I can also do. Craving a good cup of coffee? Certainly, just take a seat!
+ As mentioned, wearing the mask allows me to manifest a tool to better realize the ideal embedded within. It could be a sword, a gun, or even a milk jug.
+ In time, I can embellish greater hopes and desires into the masks, strengthening their capabilities
- However, wielding the Masquerade takes a toll on my body, since the masks force me into something I cannot achieve through normal means. With one notable exception, the Masquerade fatigues me greatly, and prolonged use may see me fainting at the worst possible moment.
- I can only use one mask at a time, because it’s never pretty to put on two at once.
- Carving new masks requires considerable investments in time, resources, and personal effort, not to mention the most important component of all – my own blood.WEAPONS + EQUIPMENT- Arlecchino, the Servant – Funnily enough, this isn’t the first mask I ever made, but it is the first one not used to take lives. It is only the only mask I can wear for hours at a time without draining me like a wrung dishcloth. As the name suggests, Arlecchino helps me in the day-to-day running of the Fool’s End Cafe, from managing the books to cooking delectable dishes to brewing the perfect flat white. Arlecchino’s tool can take on the form of any kitchen utensil I require, be it a spatula, a pair of tongs, or yes, even a milk jug for frothing milk.
- Kurokami, the Ronin – Inspired by a tragedy I read, Kurokami embodies the aspect of the quintessential warrior, peerless in combat and tenacious to the extreme. I flow through the forms and stances of the Ronin’s fighting style as if I was born into it. To achieve the ideal of the swordmaster, the mask manifests a katana for me, sleek, sharp, and deadly. It never chips, and it never breaks, all the more to keep drenching the battlefield red.
- Eclipse, the Peacekeeper – The first mask I ever made, born out of a desperate need to protect and survive. Crafted not by hands but by a singular wish, Eclipse carries the ideal of ending conflicts swiftly and peacefully. To that end, the mask grants me enhanced agility, sharpened reflexes, and near-silent movement, along with a dagger sure to bring endless sleep. With enough cuts and stabs, of course.
I did mention that I have a fourth mask, but that one isn’t special enough to mention. Don’t think about it too much. It would only be a waste of your time, and mine.
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