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Playbook: Lurk | Stress: 1/9 | Trauma: None | Level 1 Harm: Cut Hand/None | Level 2 Harm: None/None | Level 3 Harm: None | Coin: 0 | Stash: 0 | Load (Std) 1/5 |
About Hammond “Bell” Triggs
Look: Languid, haunted, grimy.
Tattered coat and clothing, hooded cloak
Heritage: Akorosi (* in Consort)
Background: Underworld - Thief (* in Survey)
Freebie dots: Hunt, Attune
Current loadout:
Standard 2/5
- Silence Potion vial
- A pistol
- Another pistol
- Dark-Sight goggles
- Light Climbing Gear
Action dots:
Insight-
Hunt: *
Study:
Survey: *
Tinker:
Prowess-
Finesse: *
Prowl: *|*
Skirmish:
Wreck:
Resolve-
Attune: *
Command:
Consort: *
Sway:
Vice: Faith (Mr. Saxon, Dunslough)
Special Ability: Ghost Veil
Description: Born in obscurity, an orphan from birth and a mutt of no special heritage, Bell chose to run with a gang of street urchins, where his calm nerves, lithe frame, and flexibility made him a natural Skulk. Growing up, he was skilled, gregarious, and completely full of himself. There was almost no thief more cocky or daring than him. When he wanted to press his abilities further, but without the patience to train or practice, he looked to stranger means of giving himself an advantage over his peers. He heard a rumor that a witch in Nightmarket had a ritual that would give him the ability to shift into the Ghost Field, essentially becoming one himself, that piqued his interest. Despite the warnings that the other people who had undergone it met terrible fates, he was confident that they only did so because they weren't him. He pulled off a particularly daring burglary, paid the witch the small fortune that he had made, and underwent the ritual, getting arcane sigils carved into his skull by ghosts.
As soon as the deed was done, he eagerly tested his newfound ability on another daring heist, but immediately discovered the horrible price he paid. Shifting to the ghost field, even for a few seconds, is like submerging oneself in horrifying, shark-infested ink. From that point on, he was never the same again. All of his confidence bled away as he was plagued by nightmares and increasingly paranoid that the restless spirits of Doskvol had his scent and were trying to cross over to consume him. To make things worse, his former street urchin crewmembers began dying, victims of murder and freak accidents, one by one. Convinced that he was cursed and consumed by paranoia, he'd spent his last Eel and was thrown on the streets.
It was then that he turned to religion, worshipping anything and everything, taking up any measure of hope and protection he could find. He acquired his nickname from the jingling noise the innumerable talismans around his neck make when he walks, and his body is covered in religious iconography to ward spirits away, drawn on his clothes with chalk and his face and hands with charcoal.
With no money to his name, he has hesitantly returned to his old trade, and has been thieving the last several months to make ends meet. His ultimate goal is to buy a safe space for himself, completely free of the spirits that he believes plague him.
Shady Friend: Darmot, a bluecoat - The only surviving member of Bell's original street gang, Darmot turned straight at a young age and went to the opposite side of the law. While the urchins were initially delighted, thinking they now had a contact in the Bluecoats, Darmot was adamant in being a straight cop, and distanced himself from his former friends. He's as by-the-book as they come, but has a soft spot for juvenile delinquents, going lenient on them and doing what he can to set them on the right path. He and Bell recently met by coincidence, and he's reluctantly showed Bell the same leniency out of pity and sentimentality. He honestly believes Bell's claims that he wants out of this life, and does what he can to help, even bending the letter of the law in the name of the greater good.
Shady Enemy: Roslyn Kellis, a noble - left with the misfortune of being robbed not once, but twice by Bell, it was by Kellis' coin that Bell acquired the small fortune needed for his Ghost Veil ritual. Bell initially targeted their manor because of their relatively lax security measures, and made off with several heirlooms that they viewed as priceless. Along the way, he discovered a hidden wall safe that he then came back for in a second burglary, stealing several compromising documents that provided the other noble families with ample material to blackmail them with. With the family's finances and reputation in ruin, Roslyn's parents both commited suicide, leaving her the sole inheritor of the estate. Overcome with bitter hatred, Roslyn did what she could to restore the family fortune, investing in several businesses, and began a clandestine campaign of wreaking horrible vengeance upon the rival families that ruined her own. With the public reputation of being a savvy investor, restoring the family's name through legitimate enterprise, as well as an underworld reputation of being a merciless killer who pried her family's former fortune from her enemies' cold, dead hands, she's always viewed the mysterious burglar that started the whole affair as the one that got away, and her vengeance won't be complete until she's paid him back in kind.
