About The Crow, Seth Posfurore
Not in hero lab yet is Morphic Mask (Su): The vigilante’s physical form in his vigilante identity can differ significantly from that of his social identity, within the norms for his race—this can include changes to the vigilante’s proportions, coloration, gender characteristics, and other physical characteristics. This increases the vigilante’s bonus from seamless guise by 2 for every significant change, as per the Disguise skill. The vigilante always assumes the same form when using this ability. A vigilante with multiple natural forms, such as a kitsune, can alter each of his forms using this talent. Source PPC:CoL
Posfurore twins: Lyra/Pigeon and Seth/Crow
Dad was a doctor by the way. One of those that wore the plague masks(we stole it and pranced around as much as possible yelling I am a Bird). The brilliant alchemist did his best to heal us of our condition. And failed. Divine magic might have helped but something happened in dear old dad’s past to make him hate the gods. All of them.
We had books, instructors, and each other so life wasn’t crap. Arcane magic and swordplay (oddly allowed even though we bleed and bruised so easily) were both of our favorites. Plus a little skullduggery to swipe sweets from the kitchen.
In our later teens, Mother’s fear finally got the better of her and she finally broke the divine line. An amulet blessed by a goddess of healing to prevent illness. Expensive so she only bought one, but it was to prove it would work to Dad. Properly convinced they would buy another and We Would Be Free!!!
But fate sucks… that plague hit. The bad one. Sores, bleeding, coughing until you died. Mother, Father, the servants, most of the town. We shared the one amulet, tried to wait it out… but…
Everyone else around them dead or dying, a true horror show, we shared the necklace as much as we could, but in the end, it failed. We both got horribly sick with no one left to care for us. Massive fevers, hallucinations about gods or spirits or demons or all of them at once, nightmares...
One day I woke... and things... I shifted into my brother or into my sister and back again and like one of those flip books mom loved, back and forth.
Who... was I... him, her, me, them... my mind was bone tired, my self lost in the shifts, I needed to find my twin to KNOW...
But smoke was filling the building, fire eating under the door. I had to run, to get out... I would never know.
That was many years ago. I am We, the only way to describe it, the only way to deal with it. I am both the Posfurore twins. Were we merged into one by the supernatural forces I thought we dreamed out of pity, one with the strength of both of us would we live, OR was I crazy, deep in a psychotic break warped by the magic of the plague into thinking my twin was me as well, a magical multiple personalites? I don't want to know.
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