Dust is a hocus with an innocent face and burning eyes. He wears tattered vestments concealing a graceful body.
Dust creates whacked out electronic music which his followers party to under the influence of whatever crazy drugs they can find as a means to contact whatever psychic weirdness is out there.
People from the surrounding area might like to come to our parties to get f@+#ed up and have a good time but for my 20 or so followers it's also a ritualistic experience.
Stats: cool +1, hard -1, hot +1, sharp 0, weird +2.
Followers are my scene and come with me when I travel.
They are involved in successful commerce: +1fortune
They are joyous and celebratory: surplus +party
They aren't really mine, more like I'm theirs: want judgement instead of want desertion
They are drug fixated: surplus +stupour
Moves: fortunes, charismatic, divine protection.
