City Lights at Night
Vincent "Dirge" DelRay
Mental Attributes: Intelligence 2, Wits 3, Resolve 3
Physical Attributes: Strength 2, Dexterity 3, Stamina 3
Social Attributes: Presence 3, Manipulation 2, Composure 4
Mental Skills: Crafts (instruments) 3, Investigation (Hedge traveling) 4, Occult 1, Politics (Freeholds) 3
Physical Skills: Athletics 2, Firearms (revolvers) 4, Larceny 2, Stealth (cities) 3, Survival (wandering) 2
Social Skills: Animal Ken 1, Empathy 3, Expression (guitar) 5, Persuasion (diplomacy) 2, Socialize 1, Streetwise 2
Merits: Mantle of Winter 3, Status (Freehold) 2, Resources 3, Fast Reflexes 1, Danger Sense, Contacts 3 (Milwaukee Changelings, musicians, gamblers), Striking Looks 2
Contracts: Fleeting Winter 2, Darkness 3, Goblin: Fool’s Gold
Armor: Leather Jacket, Blue Jeans, Cowboy Boots (1/0)
Max Glamour: 14
Pledges: The Ambassador’s Oath, The Lovers’ Fleeting Pledge
Frailty: None of your business, friend.
Seeming Blessing: Spend Glamour to increase Wits, Subterfuge and Stealth rolls on a 1-to-1 basis. Also 9 again on all Stealth rolls.
Seeming Curse: -1 to all Contract rolls during daylight hours, -2 if actually in sunlight.
The Nightsingers enjoy the favor of the Haunting Nocturne: by playing an instrument or singing, they may lull listeners into a hypnotic state. The player spends a point of Glamour and makes a Expression + Wyrd roll; listeners may contest the roll with Composure + Wyrd. Success makes the affected listeners more suggestible; such listeners suffer a –2 penalty to Resolve, Empathy
and Subterfuge rolls for the duration of the scene. A Nightsinger also gains a free Expression Specialty.
Me? You want to know about me, friend? Well, that’s fine. Can’t tell you everything, mind, but grab a stool and a drink and we can chat for a while.
Martini? Nice. Unoriginal, but classy. You smoke? That’s fine. You don’t mind if I do, huh? Much obliged.
Okaaayy, well. Where to start. I was born in Texarkana, Texas in 1949. Daddy and Momma were good people, storekeeper and a homemaker. But try as they might, little Vincent didn’t do so hot in school. Plenty of friends, mind, but problems playing hooky. Hm? Oh, yeah, the name. The DelRays were originally from Nawlin’s, you know, but we moved along to Texas roundabout my granddad’s time. My moniker I picked up later.
Now where was I? Oh, yeah, me as a kid. Well, like the Man in Black’s song goes, I grew up smart and I grew up lean, but it was my guitar that came to make me strong. After high school I just kind of rambled here and rambled there, and that’s how I rambled my dumb ass right into the Hedge.
I don’t care to talk about my Keeper, or about what he done to me, as I’m sure you’ll understand. All you gotta know is that by the time I got outta there my skin was like dark rosewood, my brain’s all crisscrossed with brass wire and catgut and there are days when I think I’ve got more metronome than metabolism in me. I ain’t Manikin, my appearance to the contrary notwithstanding. I’m still flesh and blood; they just did things to me. Changed me.
In the dark.
Well, anyway, I got outta there by and by and ended up in Milwaukee. Turned out I was a bit of an asset to the Winter Court, my chosen path (not that I’d disrespect yours in any way, friend). I’d been there for years and years before my monarch, that’s Lear, told me it was high time we start spreading the word about Milwaukee and cooperating with the other freeholds. So that’s what happened, and here I am.
That about does it for me, anyway, pal. I’d best get along as I’m heading for—
Hm? Why didn’t I stick around in Texarkana?
Be seeing you, friend.