Eamon: - The Lucky Enforcer
Fate’s Tale:
Eamon had never been much of a lucky person. Not even in his home country of Ireland. He was born into poverty and grew up fighting for scraps to survive. Then one day he stumbled across a man in a suit jumping off a building and falling to his death. Landed splat right in front of him. It was a suicide. In that moment, all Eamon cared about was survival. Without hesitation, he looted the corpse and found very little, save a golden coin with strange inscription on it. Not too long after, his parents died and he was thrown into an orphanage. Not too long after that, he was adopted into a wealthy family. With his new family’s money, he was able to grow up with a high-end education and eventually got a well-paying job in the corporate family business. He found himself married to the love of his life and had a beautiful daughter with her. Everything in his life had turned out better than he could ever imagine, a stark contrast to his life of impoverishment. Then one night, staying late at work all by his lonesome, the coin he kept in his pocket began to vibrate violently. Out from his pocket appeared the spirit of a leprechaun. The spirit introduced himself and revealed to Eamon that all the good fortune that he experienced was because of the very coin he picked up from the dead man all those years ago. And for his services, it was only fair that he receive payment for all the good luck he bestowed upon the owner of the coin. The payment: Eamon’s soul. Understandably, Eamon was rather attached to his soul, so he declined the payment. With a mischievous grin, the spirit disappeared, leaving Eamon believing that the whole interaction was a dream. Not too long after the spirit appeared, his adoptive father passed away leaving him his inheritance. His wife was diagnosed with cancer, and his daughter lost the use of her legs after an accident in the freeway. Despite all this, Eamon still found himself lucky with the growing success of the business that now belonged to him. He even tested his luck out gambling in the casino and ended up winning even more money than he could carry. His luck still kept going, all the while his loved ones were suffering from a multitude of ailments and violent accidents. It became clear to Eamon was now actively leeching luck off of those around him. He tried to discard the magical coin in his possession, but it always somehow found its way back to him. Eventually, he decided to do the only thing he could do: he abandoned his family and business and fled Ireland. All for their own safety. He fled to America, to the Cursed Apple, one of the biggest supernatural hotspots in the world, to look for a way to rid himself of the cursed coin. That was where Wraith noticed his talents and hired him as an enforcer. Wraith was strangely resistant to Eamon’s bad luck aura. Perhaps it was something to do with her affinity for tarot cards and controlling her fate. Either way, Eamon didn’t care. He had a decent paying job working with unsavoury people, people who probably deserved a little bad luck coming their way. In return, Wraith promised to find out all she could to help him lift his curse.
Cerberus: - The Necrohound Mistress
Fate’s Tale:
In the darkest corners of the Cursed Apple lived an unassuming man with no home, no family, no money, not even a name to his person. All she had was a group of dogs she loved very dearly and kept very close to her person. Then one day a crime was committed near the river, a body being dumped. This woman didn’t know the details, nor did she care all that much. But she was a witness. And that was enough to sign her death warrant. This unassuming woman didn’t fear death. In fact, she welcomed it. After a long life of committing heinous crimes, she knew deep down she deserved to die. She was only surprised it didn’t happen sooner. However, the woman didn’t count on her dogs reciprocating the love and care that she showed them. And so, when the woman’s life was in danger, the dogs sprang into action and defended their master, unfortunately, to their death. ‘No, no, no’, the woman thought to herself. The dogs didn’t deserve to die......and she wasn’t going to let them. In that moment, as her dogs lay dead and their killers still alive but bleeding on the nearby concrete, the woman once more chose to awaken the dark necromantic powers that she vowed would never use again. She drained and harnessed the killers' souls and transferred them to the dog’s bodies, regenerating them and effectively bringing them back to life. From past experiences, the woman knew it would’ve been better to let the dogs die, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. So there the legend of Cerberus was born, the necromancer skulking the streets of the Cursed Apple, struggling to keep her dogs ‘alive’ by feeding them unsuspecting souls, usually of the criminal variety.
Dr Irving: - The Blobkeeper
Fate's Tale:
Ever since Viscous made his presence known in the Cursed Apple, Halifax Industries took interest in his origins and have committed an exorbitant amount of funding into researching the deep dark depths of the Bermuda Triangle. In their exploration of the deep they stumbled across a mysterious jellyfish with similar psychic ectoplasmic properties as Viscous. But they weren’t the same. While the jellyfish exhibited signs of sentience, it was no way as pronounced as Viscous. The jellyfish was intellectually...young. It was still learning. Something that Dr Irving realized after studying the specimen for months. While Irving was curious and delicate with the creature, other scientists were not as considerate of the jellyfish’s wellbeing. Irving tried his best to comfort the creature, but he could only do so much as the other scientists tortured the poor beast in the name of research and development. The more they tortured the beast, the smarter it became....and the larger it grew. Every living thing can only take so much pain and suffering before they reached their breaking point. And that's exactly what happened. One day a scientist got too close with their experiments. The creature enveloped the unsuspecting scientist into its gelatinous form before spewing them back out. The scientist was dead. At first, they couldn’t discern how the scientist died until the creature consumed more and more scientists and vomiting their lifeless bodies back out. All the while, the creature grew larger and larger. Eventually, it became clear that the creature wasn’t consuming their bodies, but their very souls. Henceforth, it was dubbed the Souleater. The curiosity of the Halifax scientists slowly devolved into fear and anxiety. This was a creature much too dangerous to control. The higher ups in Halifax agreed that the dangers of keeping the beast alive outweighed any benefits of studying it. With that, the scientists were ordered to terminate the creature and backup any relevant data concerning it. However, when the day came to purge the creature from its containment, a single psychic voice spoke in Dr Irving’s head: “Help...me...please”. In that moment, instead of killing the creature, he opted to free it from its enclosure. On its release, the creature let out a piercing psychic scream before rampaging through the labs and consuming the souls of every scientist in the building; every scientist...save Dr Irving. After the creature had killed everyone, it sat next to Dr Irving, seemingly at peace for the first time since it was captured. From then on, Irving vowed to protect the Souleater. Due to the sheer size of the blobby creature, Irving was forced to compress its form into a specialized Halifax capsule that he carried onto his back. He then fled the labs and now remains in hiding, trying to find a way to return the beast back to its habitat without being caught by Halifax Industries. A task made infinitely more difficult with both the Baxter Society and the OSIC both hunting the beast for their own agendas.
Fate’s Tale:
Eamon had never been much of a lucky person. Not even in his home country of Ireland. He was born into poverty and grew up fighting for scraps to survive. Then one day he stumbled across a man in a suit jumping off a building and falling to his death. Landed splat right in front of him. It was a suicide. In that moment, all Eamon cared about was survival. Without hesitation, he looted the corpse and found very little, save a golden coin with strange inscription on it. Not too long after, his parents died and he was thrown into an orphanage. Not too long after that, he was adopted into a wealthy family. With his new family’s money, he was able to grow up with a high-end education and eventually got a well-paying job in the corporate family business. He found himself married to the love of his life and had a beautiful daughter with her. Everything in his life had turned out better than he could ever imagine, a stark contrast to his life of impoverishment. Then one night, staying late at work all by his lonesome, the coin he kept in his pocket began to vibrate violently. Out from his pocket appeared the spirit of a leprechaun. The spirit introduced himself and revealed to Eamon that all the good fortune that he experienced was because of the very coin he picked up from the dead man all those years ago. And for his services, it was only fair that he receive payment for all the good luck he bestowed upon the owner of the coin. The payment: Eamon’s soul. Understandably, Eamon was rather attached to his soul, so he declined the payment. With a mischievous grin, the spirit disappeared, leaving Eamon believing that the whole interaction was a dream. Not too long after the spirit appeared, his adoptive father passed away leaving him his inheritance. His wife was diagnosed with cancer, and his daughter lost the use of her legs after an accident in the freeway. Despite all this, Eamon still found himself lucky with the growing success of the business that now belonged to him. He even tested his luck out gambling in the casino and ended up winning even more money than he could carry. His luck still kept going, all the while his loved ones were suffering from a multitude of ailments and violent accidents. It became clear to Eamon was now actively leeching luck off of those around him. He tried to discard the magical coin in his possession, but it always somehow found its way back to him. Eventually, he decided to do the only thing he could do: he abandoned his family and business and fled Ireland. All for their own safety. He fled to America, to the Cursed Apple, one of the biggest supernatural hotspots in the world, to look for a way to rid himself of the cursed coin. That was where Wraith noticed his talents and hired him as an enforcer. Wraith was strangely resistant to Eamon’s bad luck aura. Perhaps it was something to do with her affinity for tarot cards and controlling her fate. Either way, Eamon didn’t care. He had a decent paying job working with unsavoury people, people who probably deserved a little bad luck coming their way. In return, Wraith promised to find out all she could to help him lift his curse.
Cerberus: - The Necrohound Mistress
Fate’s Tale:
In the darkest corners of the Cursed Apple lived an unassuming man with no home, no family, no money, not even a name to his person. All she had was a group of dogs she loved very dearly and kept very close to her person. Then one day a crime was committed near the river, a body being dumped. This woman didn’t know the details, nor did she care all that much. But she was a witness. And that was enough to sign her death warrant. This unassuming woman didn’t fear death. In fact, she welcomed it. After a long life of committing heinous crimes, she knew deep down she deserved to die. She was only surprised it didn’t happen sooner. However, the woman didn’t count on her dogs reciprocating the love and care that she showed them. And so, when the woman’s life was in danger, the dogs sprang into action and defended their master, unfortunately, to their death. ‘No, no, no’, the woman thought to herself. The dogs didn’t deserve to die......and she wasn’t going to let them. In that moment, as her dogs lay dead and their killers still alive but bleeding on the nearby concrete, the woman once more chose to awaken the dark necromantic powers that she vowed would never use again. She drained and harnessed the killers' souls and transferred them to the dog’s bodies, regenerating them and effectively bringing them back to life. From past experiences, the woman knew it would’ve been better to let the dogs die, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. So there the legend of Cerberus was born, the necromancer skulking the streets of the Cursed Apple, struggling to keep her dogs ‘alive’ by feeding them unsuspecting souls, usually of the criminal variety.
Dr Irving: - The Blobkeeper
Fate's Tale:
Ever since Viscous made his presence known in the Cursed Apple, Halifax Industries took interest in his origins and have committed an exorbitant amount of funding into researching the deep dark depths of the Bermuda Triangle. In their exploration of the deep they stumbled across a mysterious jellyfish with similar psychic ectoplasmic properties as Viscous. But they weren’t the same. While the jellyfish exhibited signs of sentience, it was no way as pronounced as Viscous. The jellyfish was intellectually...young. It was still learning. Something that Dr Irving realized after studying the specimen for months. While Irving was curious and delicate with the creature, other scientists were not as considerate of the jellyfish’s wellbeing. Irving tried his best to comfort the creature, but he could only do so much as the other scientists tortured the poor beast in the name of research and development. The more they tortured the beast, the smarter it became....and the larger it grew. Every living thing can only take so much pain and suffering before they reached their breaking point. And that's exactly what happened. One day a scientist got too close with their experiments. The creature enveloped the unsuspecting scientist into its gelatinous form before spewing them back out. The scientist was dead. At first, they couldn’t discern how the scientist died until the creature consumed more and more scientists and vomiting their lifeless bodies back out. All the while, the creature grew larger and larger. Eventually, it became clear that the creature wasn’t consuming their bodies, but their very souls. Henceforth, it was dubbed the Souleater. The curiosity of the Halifax scientists slowly devolved into fear and anxiety. This was a creature much too dangerous to control. The higher ups in Halifax agreed that the dangers of keeping the beast alive outweighed any benefits of studying it. With that, the scientists were ordered to terminate the creature and backup any relevant data concerning it. However, when the day came to purge the creature from its containment, a single psychic voice spoke in Dr Irving’s head: “Help...me...please”. In that moment, instead of killing the creature, he opted to free it from its enclosure. On its release, the creature let out a piercing psychic scream before rampaging through the labs and consuming the souls of every scientist in the building; every scientist...save Dr Irving. After the creature had killed everyone, it sat next to Dr Irving, seemingly at peace for the first time since it was captured. From then on, Irving vowed to protect the Souleater. Due to the sheer size of the blobby creature, Irving was forced to compress its form into a specialized Halifax capsule that he carried onto his back. He then fled the labs and now remains in hiding, trying to find a way to return the beast back to its habitat without being caught by Halifax Industries. A task made infinitely more difficult with both the Baxter Society and the OSIC both hunting the beast for their own agendas.
