Hunters, Sorcerers and Supernatural Oddities
Evangeline St. Claire
Type: Possessed
House: Defiler
Faction: Luciferan
Malpraxes: Lust and Upper Class, Pride and Blasphemy
Possessed:: 1837
Apparent Age: 22
Virtue: Temperance St. Claire has lived too long to think that there are easy answers, that the world can be divided neatly into Black and White.
Vice: Envy There are times when Evangeline wishes she'd chosen a different path, and she envies those without her troubles.
Background: “I was born the same day that Napoleon came back from his island prison. My mother always said that a great evil had come to Europe that day, and the Duke of Wellington had banished the wrong one. She was joking, but I’m not so certain of it anymore.”
“I was born to petty gentry, the third of four daughters, and I was well brought up. I was educated, could speak fluent French, could read a bit of Greek, and I was a very pretty piano players. I thought myself very wild then, always sneaking away to read poetry or play with the village children, but looking back on it, it was a respectable sort of wildness, the kind that brings about a disapproving tut-tut, nothing more.”
“The fact remained, though, that my parents were not nearly rich enough to provide dowries for four daughters, and I was no great beauty then, hard as it is to believe now. The beauty came later. But I was the cleverest of the girls, and so it was decided that I should seek a position as a governess, and put my education to good use. I didn’t mind, as both then and now I have been an agnostic on the virtues of men.”
“With some effort, I secured a position at the great house of B-------, in the Midlands, educating two young children, Miles and Flora. They were angels, angels fallen from heaven in a grand, beautiful, rambling estate. They were kind to me, the great Master of B------ was generous if distant, and I had thought that I had found my Eden.”
“It soon gained a serpent.”
“His name was Pavel Quint, a half-Russian man of business from the village. So he said, at least. He was a large man, fat and cheerful, yet ever reserved and gentlemanly. I met him many times, and he was a great friend of the children, to whom he told stories of the East, of leshii and likho and other things, and of the simurgh bird, and of Eden and the Fall. And he told the story differently than the Vicar did, but he told it with great relish, as though it were a story he had repeated many times. The children loved this different story. That should have been my first warning. That no one but myself and the children ever saw him should have been the second. But the children loved Pavel, and so did I, even if he seemed so sad when he spoke with them.”
“Matters came to a head in the summer of my second year at B-------. The children’s uncle, the Master of B-------, had gone to the continent, and the children and I were left alone, with only a handful of servants. Three days after the Master of B------ had departed, the children disappeared.”
“I was in a panic, desperate beyond measure, and I turned to Pavel Quint. I didn’t even know where he lived, but I found him walking the garden path, with great tears in his eyes, shaking his fist at the heavens, shouting in some language I didn’t recognize, but which I do not think was Russian.”
“I asked him what he was doing, and he spoke frankly to me. He raged against God, against angels, and he would see them all knocked from their Heavenly Thrones. He claimed to have been a living man once, but had turned against God after his wife had been killed, killed by angels to stop Pavel’s business in Alaska. Now, he walked the world as a shunned ghost, balking the angels at every turn. At B-------, the Angels were taking away the lives of the children, but Pavel Quint would take them first, would cheat God and his henchmen.”
“I made a mistake then. I argued with Pavel, for I had been properly brought up, and I knew my catechisms. I caught him in his lies, and flustered him, and forced him to admit his Secret Name, and that he planned to steal the children from God. He would possess Flora, and hide her from the eyes of Angels for eternity, and Miles as well. But I made Pavel a different offer. He could take me instead, and leave Flora’s pure soul untouched. I was terrified for the children… and I was curious. I think that’s why Pavel accepted.”
“Both children died that same summer, before their uncle ever returned. The doctor’s said it was a fever of the brain. But they’re still with me, or some strange shadows of them are. Pavel Quint had been right and I had been wrong, the Angels had designs for her, and she would not have been allowed to live.”
“Pavel’s right. It’s angels who are the true danger.”
Type: Possessed
House: Defiler
Faction: Luciferan
Malpraxes: Lust and Upper Class, Pride and Blasphemy
Possessed:: 1837
Apparent Age: 22
Virtue: Temperance St. Claire has lived too long to think that there are easy answers, that the world can be divided neatly into Black and White.
Vice: Envy There are times when Evangeline wishes she'd chosen a different path, and she envies those without her troubles.
Background: “I was born the same day that Napoleon came back from his island prison. My mother always said that a great evil had come to Europe that day, and the Duke of Wellington had banished the wrong one. She was joking, but I’m not so certain of it anymore.”
“I was born to petty gentry, the third of four daughters, and I was well brought up. I was educated, could speak fluent French, could read a bit of Greek, and I was a very pretty piano players. I thought myself very wild then, always sneaking away to read poetry or play with the village children, but looking back on it, it was a respectable sort of wildness, the kind that brings about a disapproving tut-tut, nothing more.”
“The fact remained, though, that my parents were not nearly rich enough to provide dowries for four daughters, and I was no great beauty then, hard as it is to believe now. The beauty came later. But I was the cleverest of the girls, and so it was decided that I should seek a position as a governess, and put my education to good use. I didn’t mind, as both then and now I have been an agnostic on the virtues of men.”
“With some effort, I secured a position at the great house of B-------, in the Midlands, educating two young children, Miles and Flora. They were angels, angels fallen from heaven in a grand, beautiful, rambling estate. They were kind to me, the great Master of B------ was generous if distant, and I had thought that I had found my Eden.”
“It soon gained a serpent.”
“His name was Pavel Quint, a half-Russian man of business from the village. So he said, at least. He was a large man, fat and cheerful, yet ever reserved and gentlemanly. I met him many times, and he was a great friend of the children, to whom he told stories of the East, of leshii and likho and other things, and of the simurgh bird, and of Eden and the Fall. And he told the story differently than the Vicar did, but he told it with great relish, as though it were a story he had repeated many times. The children loved this different story. That should have been my first warning. That no one but myself and the children ever saw him should have been the second. But the children loved Pavel, and so did I, even if he seemed so sad when he spoke with them.”
“Matters came to a head in the summer of my second year at B-------. The children’s uncle, the Master of B-------, had gone to the continent, and the children and I were left alone, with only a handful of servants. Three days after the Master of B------ had departed, the children disappeared.”
“I was in a panic, desperate beyond measure, and I turned to Pavel Quint. I didn’t even know where he lived, but I found him walking the garden path, with great tears in his eyes, shaking his fist at the heavens, shouting in some language I didn’t recognize, but which I do not think was Russian.”
“I asked him what he was doing, and he spoke frankly to me. He raged against God, against angels, and he would see them all knocked from their Heavenly Thrones. He claimed to have been a living man once, but had turned against God after his wife had been killed, killed by angels to stop Pavel’s business in Alaska. Now, he walked the world as a shunned ghost, balking the angels at every turn. At B-------, the Angels were taking away the lives of the children, but Pavel Quint would take them first, would cheat God and his henchmen.”
“I made a mistake then. I argued with Pavel, for I had been properly brought up, and I knew my catechisms. I caught him in his lies, and flustered him, and forced him to admit his Secret Name, and that he planned to steal the children from God. He would possess Flora, and hide her from the eyes of Angels for eternity, and Miles as well. But I made Pavel a different offer. He could take me instead, and leave Flora’s pure soul untouched. I was terrified for the children… and I was curious. I think that’s why Pavel accepted.”
“Both children died that same summer, before their uncle ever returned. The doctor’s said it was a fever of the brain. But they’re still with me, or some strange shadows of them are. Pavel Quint had been right and I had been wrong, the Angels had designs for her, and she would not have been allowed to live.”
“Pavel’s right. It’s angels who are the true danger.”
Type Possessed
House: Defiler
Faction: Luciferan
PMental Attributes: Intelligence 4, Wits 3, Resolve 4
SPhysical Attributes: Strength 2, Dexterity 4(6), Stamina 3
TSocial Attributes: Presence 2(5), Manipulation 3(6), Composure 4
SMental Skills: Academics (A Classical Education) 4, Investigation 1, Occult 3, Politics 3, Science 2
TPhysical Skills: Athletics 1, Brawl (Claws) 4, Larceny 2, Stealth 1
PSocial Skills: Empathy (Children) 4, Expression (Piano) 2, Intimidation 2, Persuasion (Appeal to Sympathy) 4, Socialize 3, Streetwise 2, Subterfuge 3
Merits: Fast Reflexes 2, Fighting Finesse (Claws) 2, Languages (French, Greek, Latin; Native is English) 3, Ensouled Item (Hand of Glory) 5, Resources 4, Striking Looks 2, The Dragon’s Tongue 2
Lair: Hotel Room; Size 1, Secrecy 1
Willpower: 8
Torment: 4
Initiative: 10 (16 w/ Apocalyptic Form)
Defense: 3
Health: 8
Speed: 11 (52 w/ Apocalyptic Form)
Paragon: 4
Awarenesses: Inhabitation
Apocalyptic Form (Regular)Angelic Beauty,
Gain +1 Presence, +1 Manipulation, and Striking Looks 4 Enhanced Social Traits,
Gain +2 Presence, +2 Manipulation Mortal Shell,
At one point or another everyone has wished they looked like someone else. No matter how attractive or self-confident a person appears, there’s a little voice inside her head that whispers she could be even more attractive if only she looked like her favorite actor/model/musician. Demons are more than happy to help their host indulge in this fantasy. By activating this Vestment the Possessed takes on the identity of any person of whom she has at least seen a picture. The demon reshapes the crude clay of the host and then goes a step further, influencing the actions of the Possessed so she not only looks like her idol, but also walks, talks and acts appropriately for the part. The final product is so convincing it can fool even friends and relatives. Improved Initiative
+4 Initiative
Apocalyptic Form (Torment)Wings,
Ability to fly. Maneuverability is equivalent to a very large eagle. Taking off from a standing position is possible if there is ample room. Hovering for longer than one turn does not typically work unless there is a strong wind. Speed can be up to 4x the Demon's speed trait at max. At full extension of each wing is a third again the character’s height (e.g. 6 feet tall person would have two 8 feet wings). Claws & Fangs,
Vicious looking claws & fangs. Biting first requires grappling the target. Strength + Brawl + 2. Lethal. Improved Dexterity,
+2 Dexterity Succubus Kiss
The voluptuous bat-winged succubus is the traditional Western mythological image of the lustful demon. Coming to men in their beds at night, the succubus would seduce its victims with honeyed words and sensual embraces. The demon would appear night after night, using the lure of pleasure to slowly drain the mortal of his living energies, literally screwing him to death. The demons that take refuge inside the blackened souls of the Possessed resemble these mythological creatures not at all, but it amuses the demons to play their expected role. While this Vestment is active, the Possessed can drain 1 point of Willpower each turn he participates in a passionate exchange with another character. What constitutes a passionate exchange is left for the Storyteller to determine, but it must include physical contact of some kind. Characters who are drained of Willpower as the result of this Vestment fall unconscious and remain that way until they regain a point of Willpower. (Sleeping usually does the trick.)
Lores: Humanity ●●●, Longing ●●●, Patterns ●●●, Sin (Lust) ●●●●,Soul ●●●
May affect spirits, ghosts, demons, and disembodied souls
Faith: 13/4
Attacks...........................Damage.....Dice Pool.....Special
Claws................................... 2L............. 13………...
