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A Fate's Tale: Trickshot
This man... is not a nice man. How can one be, when his entire image is built on a lie? Long ago, 'Trickshot' Addams had a rival. Well, at least he thought he did. Holliday. The goodie two shoes. The one who did no wrong, and when she did, it was for the right reasons. And for Trickshot, it was insufferable. Seeing someone ELSE get the fame he desired. And when he found out she was a much better shot, he lost it. Made a deal with some dark spirit. And then? He couldn't miss. Literally. But instead of using this power for good.... he used it for greed. He 'won' medals in shooting competitions. An overnight hit. An icon of marksmanship. But the spirit made a promise: This power wouldnt last forever. And when he lost, even once, it would come back to get the payment it desired. And just last week, when Holliday came to town, Trickshot meeting up with his one sided rival, he discovered something. When trying to shoot her in the head from a building over; he missed. And he felt a chill crawl down his back. Now, he's in the ritual; Hoping to make his once so great power permanent. He can't let someone else beat him. He just can't.
A Fate's Tale: The Freeman
In another world, Freeman was a name people could hear and be relieved. Know everything would be ok. Him and his legendary crowbar would make things better, even if they didn't live to see it. But here? Freeman is delivering a glorifed email; Calling the patrons to come to some 'company meeting' of sorts. But he has his own goals: One the patrons know very well.
He wants to go home.
A Fate's Tale: The Demo
Just great. Fired from being a merc. Tavish didn't even know that was possible, but his paycheck just got cut and he needed a job. And fast. Luckily, some rich asshole wanted to pay Mr. DeGroot to enter the ritual for him: Enough money to set him up for life. Or at least, pay for a weeks worth of liquor.... or maybe get himself one of those gold plated grenade launchers...
A Fate's Tale: Sentinel
Samara was a smart girl. In her youth, raised as a Holy Knight, she was told the 'truth'. That some higher power had come down to their leader, telling them to send these demons back to where they came from. She always knew it was bullshit. How?
She saw an ixian child get murdered in front of her as an 'initiation' ritual. Then another. And another. And when her mother, the woman she thought could do no wrong, handed her the knife and tell her to do the same, she couldn't. It didn't save them.
Samara was trained to be a weapon. To kill the 'demonic threat'. All she saw was civilians dying because some fool couldn't handle someone different than them existing. So the second she was given her 'holy lance'? She exacted righteous fury upon the 'Holy Council'. And having heard of the Ritual not even days after the slaughter, she got an idea. She would wish for every innocent person her clan killed to be brought back, given the lives that were stolen from them. Even if it cost her own.
A Fate's Tale: The Director
Robert Crowly. A child born under the Maelstrom. Gifted with the ability to enter dreams. He aged faster, grew stronger, grew smarter. It was said he was the endbringer. That was all a lie. All Crowly was; was a bully. A self entitled man child who saw no deeper than the surface of the sweet wine in his goblet. When the OSIC approached him with a job title: Director of the Sandman Division, a new branch of the government, controled by him; he jumped at the chance. Finally, people to respect him. Worship him. He only needed to follow three rules: Play nice, do what the governemt said, and lend the Sandmen his power to do their jobs. He failed two out of three. Guess which two.
He was demoted. His powers of the nightmare, the abilities to blend into the dark, his supposed godlike origins meant nothing in the face of cold beurocrats.
Robert heard of the Ritual after nearly twenty five years of pencil pushing. He hated his job. He had no respect, no hefty paycheck, and he still needed to lend the Sandmen his powers. He filed for PTO to attend. He got denied.
Now, he hopes to achieve his wishes in the Ritual; Otherwise, he might lose his life. And more importantly, his chance to reclaim his title. Director; But maybe upgrade that to 'Of The OSIC'.
This man... is not a nice man. How can one be, when his entire image is built on a lie? Long ago, 'Trickshot' Addams had a rival. Well, at least he thought he did. Holliday. The goodie two shoes. The one who did no wrong, and when she did, it was for the right reasons. And for Trickshot, it was insufferable. Seeing someone ELSE get the fame he desired. And when he found out she was a much better shot, he lost it. Made a deal with some dark spirit. And then? He couldn't miss. Literally. But instead of using this power for good.... he used it for greed. He 'won' medals in shooting competitions. An overnight hit. An icon of marksmanship. But the spirit made a promise: This power wouldnt last forever. And when he lost, even once, it would come back to get the payment it desired. And just last week, when Holliday came to town, Trickshot meeting up with his one sided rival, he discovered something. When trying to shoot her in the head from a building over; he missed. And he felt a chill crawl down his back. Now, he's in the ritual; Hoping to make his once so great power permanent. He can't let someone else beat him. He just can't.
A Fate's Tale: The Freeman
In another world, Freeman was a name people could hear and be relieved. Know everything would be ok. Him and his legendary crowbar would make things better, even if they didn't live to see it. But here? Freeman is delivering a glorifed email; Calling the patrons to come to some 'company meeting' of sorts. But he has his own goals: One the patrons know very well.
He wants to go home.
A Fate's Tale: The Demo
Just great. Fired from being a merc. Tavish didn't even know that was possible, but his paycheck just got cut and he needed a job. And fast. Luckily, some rich asshole wanted to pay Mr. DeGroot to enter the ritual for him: Enough money to set him up for life. Or at least, pay for a weeks worth of liquor.... or maybe get himself one of those gold plated grenade launchers...
A Fate's Tale: Sentinel
Samara was a smart girl. In her youth, raised as a Holy Knight, she was told the 'truth'. That some higher power had come down to their leader, telling them to send these demons back to where they came from. She always knew it was bullshit. How?
She saw an ixian child get murdered in front of her as an 'initiation' ritual. Then another. And another. And when her mother, the woman she thought could do no wrong, handed her the knife and tell her to do the same, she couldn't. It didn't save them.
Samara was trained to be a weapon. To kill the 'demonic threat'. All she saw was civilians dying because some fool couldn't handle someone different than them existing. So the second she was given her 'holy lance'? She exacted righteous fury upon the 'Holy Council'. And having heard of the Ritual not even days after the slaughter, she got an idea. She would wish for every innocent person her clan killed to be brought back, given the lives that were stolen from them. Even if it cost her own.
A Fate's Tale: The Director
Robert Crowly. A child born under the Maelstrom. Gifted with the ability to enter dreams. He aged faster, grew stronger, grew smarter. It was said he was the endbringer. That was all a lie. All Crowly was; was a bully. A self entitled man child who saw no deeper than the surface of the sweet wine in his goblet. When the OSIC approached him with a job title: Director of the Sandman Division, a new branch of the government, controled by him; he jumped at the chance. Finally, people to respect him. Worship him. He only needed to follow three rules: Play nice, do what the governemt said, and lend the Sandmen his power to do their jobs. He failed two out of three. Guess which two.
He was demoted. His powers of the nightmare, the abilities to blend into the dark, his supposed godlike origins meant nothing in the face of cold beurocrats.
Robert heard of the Ritual after nearly twenty five years of pencil pushing. He hated his job. He had no respect, no hefty paycheck, and he still needed to lend the Sandmen his powers. He filed for PTO to attend. He got denied.
Now, he hopes to achieve his wishes in the Ritual; Otherwise, he might lose his life. And more importantly, his chance to reclaim his title. Director; But maybe upgrade that to 'Of The OSIC'.
