Post by Andre Tavoll on Jun 13, 2009 13:32:02 GMT -5
Ghost Tag: None
Name: Symphony De Madrid
Alias: None
Race: Promethean of the Galateid Lineage
Age: She has been resurrected for only one year.
Apparent age: 24
Alignment: Neutral
Guild/Group Affiliations: Nightworld/Daybreak
Physical
Height: 5'7
Weight: 160 lbs.
Hair: Black
Eyes: greenish
Skin: rather pale, but flushes easily with Pythos
Attributes: Symphony is naturally inquisitive and curious, although often at first she comes across as soft in the head despite her deep intelligence. She is moderately socially inept, but works to change that with every day. Her driving motivation is to understand the weaker aspects of Humanity, to better understand one day her own strengths. She is not very adept at displaying her emotions. Her only real talents are with a needle and thread, and the surgeon's knife.
Flaws: His soft spoken disposition often times keeps him from offering an opinion simply because his input was not asked. The continuous repression of his words has manifested itself into a wrath that, once exposed, is vindictive far beyond an eye for an eye. He believes in making an example of those that would dare cross him and has no issue with making losing an admirer or two in the process.
Weapons: She carries no weapons, really, except for a simple, crude knife that she pretty much uses for hunting. Much more threatening is the Disquiet aura that surrounds her, because although it has very few physically damaging effects, it does cause great discomfort, a feeling that something is just wrong, and if the person on the receiving end is weak-willed, nausea and recklessness can occur. She has very LITTLE control over this at the moment.
Background:
Okay, let's see here.
Once there was a beautiful mortal girl who died. Her story ends there.
Nearby, there was also a mad scientist of the sort that only 20th century fiction could portray. He was a lonely, erratic man who lived all by his lonesome in his big mansion overlooking a tiny town full of people who spread malicious gossip behind his back. He had never married, had no children, and had only his science books and experiments to keep his cracked psyche from exploding his actual cranium all over his dungeon walls.
He had fallen deeply into a lust so strong he assumed it was love with one of the village girls, and then she went and died on him. His poor, diffused neurons couldn't cope with that idea, and as such he was determined to bring her back to him. As such, on the stormiest night of the year, he went to the tiny church and dug up her frail, still preserved body and carted it back up to his mansion and down to his dungeon operating room. He tried and he tried to do everything he could within the realms of modern medicine to "save" the poor dearhearts life, but to no avail. Then, when researching his more...primitive tomes, he came across a mention of an ancient magic: Pythos and Flux, the holy fire of life and its destructive counterpart. He learned from his dastardly nighttime carnal rituals and readings how exactly to create these two mystical energies and at last forced them into the fatally attractive corpse.
It worked. The body of his beloved was once again animated, with an unexpected side effect. She had no memory of the girl she had once been. It fell to the scientist to give her a new name, which he dubbed her Symphony, since she was the music to his life, and dictated a surrogate, completely illegitimate wedding ceremony so she might take his last name. He trained her well as his assistant in the occult and surgical undertakings he practiced, and her smooth hands proved more than up to the task.
But all was not well. He loved her in his own special way, to be sure, and she had become, if anything, even more lovely in death. But there was just something about her...she made him nervous. Hell, she made him SICK. It was more than he could handle, looking at her beautiful frame and wanting so much to just hold it and love it, but to step near her for longer than a minute at a time just made him want to shred the skin from his body. He couldn't handle it any longer, and so, on another suitably stormy evening he took his confused, tragic wife for a carriage ride deep into the mountains, and then, once they were a suitable distance from any town where she would continue to be exiled and tormented, her Master, Galatein De Madrid, gave her a small dowry of coin, and set her free.
She had no understanding of why he might do this, and it was from that solemn moment forward that she dedicated herself to understanding the qualms of man, so that she could better eradicate them from her own self on her journey to mortality.
And that was just the beginning...
1. Physical
Strength:
Dexterity:
Stamina: ***
2. Social
Charisma:
Manipulation:
Appearance: ***
3. Mental
Perception: ***
Intelligence:*
Wits:
4. Abilities / Talents
Alertness: **
Artistic Expression:
Athletics:
Brawl:
Dodge:
Empathy:
Expression:
Intimidation: *
Leadership:
Streetwise:
Subterfuge:
5.Secondary Talents
Deception:
Diplomacy:
Fortune Telling:
Haggling:
Interrogation:
Intrigue: ***
Masquerade: *
Seduction:
Sense:
Sense Deception:
Style:
Swimming:
Throwing:
6. Skills
Etiquette:
Music:
Repair:
Security:
Stealth:
Survival: ***
Archery:
Artillery:
Blacksmith:
Boat Handling:
Brewing/Distilling:
Camouflage:
Carpentry:
Disguise:
Escapology:
Falconry:
Fast-Draw:
Fast-Talk:
First Aid: ***
Fishing:
Forgery:
Gambling:
Herbalism:
Hunting:
Hypnotism:
Journalism:
Lock Picking:
Pickpocket:
Singing:
Skiing:
Torture: *
Tracking:
Traps:
Vamp:
8. Knowledges
Medicine: ****
Occult:
Alchemy:
Area Knowledge:
Biology: **
Camarilla Lore:
City Secrets:
Clan Knowledge:
Faerie Lore:
Kindred Lore:
Literature:
Lupine Lore:
Mage Lore:
Spirit Lore:
Theology:
Wyrm Lore:
Virtues
Conscience/Conviction:
Self-Control/Instinct:
Courage:
Name: Symphony De Madrid
Alias: None
Race: Promethean of the Galateid Lineage
Age: She has been resurrected for only one year.
Apparent age: 24
Alignment: Neutral
Guild/Group Affiliations: Nightworld/Daybreak
Physical
Height: 5'7
Weight: 160 lbs.
Hair: Black
Eyes: greenish
Skin: rather pale, but flushes easily with Pythos
Attributes: Symphony is naturally inquisitive and curious, although often at first she comes across as soft in the head despite her deep intelligence. She is moderately socially inept, but works to change that with every day. Her driving motivation is to understand the weaker aspects of Humanity, to better understand one day her own strengths. She is not very adept at displaying her emotions. Her only real talents are with a needle and thread, and the surgeon's knife.
Flaws: His soft spoken disposition often times keeps him from offering an opinion simply because his input was not asked. The continuous repression of his words has manifested itself into a wrath that, once exposed, is vindictive far beyond an eye for an eye. He believes in making an example of those that would dare cross him and has no issue with making losing an admirer or two in the process.
Weapons: She carries no weapons, really, except for a simple, crude knife that she pretty much uses for hunting. Much more threatening is the Disquiet aura that surrounds her, because although it has very few physically damaging effects, it does cause great discomfort, a feeling that something is just wrong, and if the person on the receiving end is weak-willed, nausea and recklessness can occur. She has very LITTLE control over this at the moment.
Background:
Okay, let's see here.
Once there was a beautiful mortal girl who died. Her story ends there.
Nearby, there was also a mad scientist of the sort that only 20th century fiction could portray. He was a lonely, erratic man who lived all by his lonesome in his big mansion overlooking a tiny town full of people who spread malicious gossip behind his back. He had never married, had no children, and had only his science books and experiments to keep his cracked psyche from exploding his actual cranium all over his dungeon walls.
He had fallen deeply into a lust so strong he assumed it was love with one of the village girls, and then she went and died on him. His poor, diffused neurons couldn't cope with that idea, and as such he was determined to bring her back to him. As such, on the stormiest night of the year, he went to the tiny church and dug up her frail, still preserved body and carted it back up to his mansion and down to his dungeon operating room. He tried and he tried to do everything he could within the realms of modern medicine to "save" the poor dearhearts life, but to no avail. Then, when researching his more...primitive tomes, he came across a mention of an ancient magic: Pythos and Flux, the holy fire of life and its destructive counterpart. He learned from his dastardly nighttime carnal rituals and readings how exactly to create these two mystical energies and at last forced them into the fatally attractive corpse.
It worked. The body of his beloved was once again animated, with an unexpected side effect. She had no memory of the girl she had once been. It fell to the scientist to give her a new name, which he dubbed her Symphony, since she was the music to his life, and dictated a surrogate, completely illegitimate wedding ceremony so she might take his last name. He trained her well as his assistant in the occult and surgical undertakings he practiced, and her smooth hands proved more than up to the task.
But all was not well. He loved her in his own special way, to be sure, and she had become, if anything, even more lovely in death. But there was just something about her...she made him nervous. Hell, she made him SICK. It was more than he could handle, looking at her beautiful frame and wanting so much to just hold it and love it, but to step near her for longer than a minute at a time just made him want to shred the skin from his body. He couldn't handle it any longer, and so, on another suitably stormy evening he took his confused, tragic wife for a carriage ride deep into the mountains, and then, once they were a suitable distance from any town where she would continue to be exiled and tormented, her Master, Galatein De Madrid, gave her a small dowry of coin, and set her free.
She had no understanding of why he might do this, and it was from that solemn moment forward that she dedicated herself to understanding the qualms of man, so that she could better eradicate them from her own self on her journey to mortality.
And that was just the beginning...
1. Physical
Strength:
Dexterity:
Stamina: ***
2. Social
Charisma:
Manipulation:
Appearance: ***
3. Mental
Perception: ***
Intelligence:*
Wits:
4. Abilities / Talents
Alertness: **
Artistic Expression:
Athletics:
Brawl:
Dodge:
Empathy:
Expression:
Intimidation: *
Leadership:
Streetwise:
Subterfuge:
5.Secondary Talents
Deception:
Diplomacy:
Fortune Telling:
Haggling:
Interrogation:
Intrigue: ***
Masquerade: *
Seduction:
Sense:
Sense Deception:
Style:
Swimming:
Throwing:
6. Skills
Etiquette:
Music:
Repair:
Security:
Stealth:
Survival: ***
Archery:
Artillery:
Blacksmith:
Boat Handling:
Brewing/Distilling:
Camouflage:
Carpentry:
Disguise:
Escapology:
Falconry:
Fast-Draw:
Fast-Talk:
First Aid: ***
Fishing:
Forgery:
Gambling:
Herbalism:
Hunting:
Hypnotism:
Journalism:
Lock Picking:
Pickpocket:
Singing:
Skiing:
Torture: *
Tracking:
Traps:
Vamp:
8. Knowledges
Medicine: ****
Occult:
Alchemy:
Area Knowledge:
Biology: **
Camarilla Lore:
City Secrets:
Clan Knowledge:
Faerie Lore:
Kindred Lore:
Literature:
Lupine Lore:
Mage Lore:
Spirit Lore:
Theology:
Wyrm Lore:
Virtues
Conscience/Conviction:
Self-Control/Instinct:
Courage: