Name	Concept	Chronicle
Age	Virtue	Faction
Player	Vice	Group

Mental		Physical		Social
Intelligence		Strength		Presence
Wits		Dexterity		Manipulation
Resolve		Stamina		Composure

Skills
		Clear Skills Fill Skills

Advantages
Pool	Value	Type	current/max

Powers

Merits	Flaws Etc	Morality
	Size: Speed: Defense: Armor: Initiative: Experience:	10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1

Weapons Dice Mod Equipment Dice Mod

Health Willpower

Statistic Block
Condition and Effects	Additional Information
	Autumn: Mantle • +2 to contract rolls using occult Mantle ••• +1 Empathy or Investigation with Faerie or True Fae Fairest: spend glamour to increase social dice rolls. -1 to avoid losing clarity Shadowsoul: Intimidate gets +wyrd, subterfuge gets 9 again Darkness contracts cost like affinity contracts

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Character Name: Vincent Seeming: Fairest Kith: Shadowsoul Court: Autumn Virtue: Charity Vice: Pride Description: Mask: Vincent is pale, with inky black hair. It used to be blonde, but that was before. Die-black is his natural color now. His hair almost fits the emo look, but he doesn't dress it. He wears nice clothing, always primarily black and always matte. He might wear suede, felted silk, and dockers. He might wear a military coat or pinstripes, if the occasion warrants it. Nevertheless, he avoids bright lights and often remains unobtrusive in the shadows. Mien: Vincent's mien is an idealized person, refined and elegant. His eyes, however, are wet, inky black all across, showing no iris or whites. His pale complexion contrasts with his dark clothing, yet still manages to blend in. The black on his form - his hair and clothes fade into shadows. His left hand has only three fingers. Personality: Manipulative. Vincent is always in control. Though that may not seem the case to others, he always knows he is. Any temporary setback is merely a new opportunity. What he uses his control for is less important. Sometimes he uses it to help people. Sometimes he uses it to unsettle people. He'd felt that even before... before. Now, he gets sustenance from fear, he hungers for it in a way he never had before. Basic History: Vincent was not always as he is now. He wasn't always Vincent, actually. He used to be called Jerry. Which was okay, that was a decent name, but it had been taken. There was another Jerry Robinson now. Back when Vincent had been Jerry, he had been pretty much perfect. He had been handsome, smart, funny. Everyone had liked him. He was the life of the party, spent every night with a different girl. Girls were fun, he liked to look at how they were feeling, see what he could do with that. But he wasn't just some air-headed party-goer. He was starting up at the University of Oklahoma, and doing well at it. The world was his metaphorical oyster. That was before he was taken. One morning, Vincent had woken up in a different place. It was dark, he was in an unfamiliar bed, there was a strange girl there with him. That wasn't unusual at all, really. But as he touched the girl next to him, he felt her body giving away. The hell? He quickly searched for a lamp. He found one, turned it on. It let out barely any light, he still could hardly see. But what he saw was enough. The woman who had been sleeping with him was dissolving. Her mouth had already melted away, but she looked up at him, terror in her eyes. Then those dissolved as well. And then a door opened. Another woman walked in. She smiled at him, timidly. There hadn't been a door before. There hadn't even been a wall. Where had she come from? The wall was gone again, the edge of the room dropped away into darkness. "Hey..." the woman trailed off, unsure of herself. "Hey, cutie" Vince said automatically, still in shock. She came over to him, sat him on the bed. He didn't resist. She sat on his lap. What was Vince supposed to do? He needed something normal to latch on to. Vincent woke up. It was dark, he was in an unfamiliar bed, there was a strange girl there with him. That wasn't unusual at all, really. But as he touched the girl next to him, he felt her body giving away. This was real. He got up, turned on the light. A woman walked through the door. "Hey..." the woman trailed off, unsure of herself. "Not now." Vince was searching the room. It was plain, dark. Over the edge he could see nothing but darkness. He couldn't reach anything solid. "Don't you want to play?" she pouted. "Not now, I'm checking something out." 'But I need you" she whined, grabbing his hand. His hand hurt like it was on fire. He cursed, yanking it away from her as a single finger dissolved away. He swore. But he didn't want to dissolve. "Alright, baby." He went along with it. What choice did he have. Vincent woke up. It was dark, he was in an unfamiliar bed, there was a strange girl there with him. Same as always. As he touched the girl next to him, he felt her body giving away. In a moment a girl would walk through the door. Any moment now. "Hey..." the woman trailed off, unsure of herself. What the hell. If he couldn't avoid it, he might as well enjoy it. "Hey babe" He spent some more time talking to her. Getting to know who she was. And this time, when he woke up... She still dissolved. He saw the fear in her eyes. And that fear felt just a little bit good. Vincent spent many nights like that. But over time, the experience paled. These girls were all similar, almost the same person. The details were different, if he really got to talking with her, and she didn't remember previous nights, but she acted the same. The hollow thrill he got was fading away. He remembered before he had come here. But there was nothing he could do about it. There came the next girl - or the same girl? He really didn't know any more. "Hey..." the woman trailed off, unsure of herself. Vince woke up. It was dark, he was in an unfamiliar bed, there was a strange girl there with him. Same as always. As he touched the girl next to him, he felt her body giving away. In a moment a woman would walk through the door. But he wasn't going to be here. Vince jumped off the edge. • • • Vince had landed in a clearing. He had forced his way through the thorns, and finally he was through them. He saw a city in the distance. His city, it looked like. He hoped. He had a long walk still. Vince arrived at the University of Oklahoma. He headed for the dorms. It had gotten light while he walked. But something was wrong. The people. They didn't recognize him? They were giving him weird looks. How long had he been gone? Crap. Where was his key? He didn't have it. It should have been in his pants pocket. Oh. He wasn't wearing his pants. That would be why he was getting weird looks. Nothing he could do about it now, besides go back to the dorm, get his clothes. It wasn't the first time he'd come back missing some clothes, but he usually took advantage of the cover of darkness. And there was the campus cop. Damn. Vince sighed, inwardly. They'd asked him for his name. He'd told them it was Gerald Vincent Robinson. They thought he was lying. They brought up some photo of him on the computer. He said yes, that was him, it was just an old picture. They'd got someone on the phone saying he was the real Gerald Vincent Robinson. He had the appropriate ID. Vince didn't. Of course he didn't, he'd been naked when they picked him up. They were saying he was a liar. Then they left him alone in a room for a while. Now they were saying he was crazy. Of course he wasn't crazy. His mind was in perfect condition. Top notch psyche. But whatever. Screw them. Vince left. Now what? None of the cops had noticed Vincent's departure, for whatever reason. Maybe they were out getting donuts. But they'd be after Vince now. Well, he knew of a good way to spend his nights. But first he needed some proper threads. And for that he needed money. He went and emptied out his bank account. That was easy. If only everything could be that easy. But the money wouldn't last long. Vince needed a job. Then Vince met the courts. It started simply. Vince saw a group of crazy looking people, and introduced himself. They introduced him to the courts. He joined autumn, and they helped hook him up with a job and a place to stay. He had a whole new world to rise up in. But the fake him - the fetch - took his place in Vincent's old world. And he wasn't even doing a good job at it. It was insufferable.