About Yellow...Yellow, in progress Name "Yellow"
Freebie Pts:
Freebie Pts Total 35 Freebie Pts Spent 34 Details, ex: Strength 5 pts XP:
Max Trait Rating ●●●●● XP Earned 0 XP Spent 0 XP Expenditures Arete ●●● 8 FB Willpower ●●●●● Quintessence: ●●● Paradox: Attributes:
Attributes (7/5/3) Physical 5
Social 7
Mental 3
Abilities:
Abilities (13/9/5) Talents 13
Skills 9
Knowledges 5
Spheres:
Spheres (6)[/ooc] 14 FB Correspondence
Resonance (1) Dynamic ●
Foci Mind: the color blue, caves/subterranea (un/subconscious mind), attics/cellars (memory), heights (abstract thought)
Rotes:
Backgrounds:
Backgrounds (5) 4 FB Arcane ●●●●●
Merits & Flaws:
Merits 8 FB Light Sleeper ●●● (Does not sleep) For three points, your mage is truly sleepless. You may suffer penalties from exhaustion, but he does not need shut-eye... the only time your mage sleeps is if he's drugged or beaten unconscious. Natural Channel ●●●
Unaging ●● (Does not age)
Flaws +20 FB Primal Marks ●● (Bright irises - one yellow, the other white)
Compulsion ●●●● (Supernatural; cannot remember proper names)
The Bard's Tongue ●
Foe ●●● [From the Original Yellow]
Curiosity ●● [From all Yellows]
One Eye ●● [From Veteran Yellow]
Sensation Junkie ●● [From Punk Yellow]
Faust's Burden ●●● [From Wizard Yellow]
Babbling Brook/Long-Winded ● [From Gentleman Yellow]
Description:
History:
The warmth of the Sun and sound of trickling water gently wake him from a deep slumber. Blinking away the sleep from his eyes he finds himself in a small clearing in an unknown wood. Surveying the area he finds a well-kept path leading to the north, one he feels compelled to take. It slopes upward until he finds himself at the top of a hill. Sitting in a circle around a small campfire he sees himself - five times over. As he approaches the nearest him stands, and with a gesture of his hand he bids himself join the circle. "Welcome, we have been waiting for you." He is him, much older. Closely cropped white hair frames his weathered face, his left eye scarred shut, his left hand brass clockwork. He sits down within the circle and studies himselves. Each of him meet his gaze a give a nod of acknowledgement, and looking clockwise around the circle he notes he gets progressively older in appearance; he realizes he is simultaneously the youngest and the oldest of all of him, which seems not at all a contradiction. To his left he wears dark goggles and a yellow scarf, his skin a curious purple. Next he sports a top hat and monocle, a cane laid on his lap, a handlebar mustache on his lip. Then he wears tattered vest and pants, head shaved but for a lengthy strip of hair stretching front to back down the middle, piercings sprinkled between strange tattoos that slither and reshape themselves of their own accord. Finally, next to elder him, shapeless grey vestments conceal him except for his eyes, which glow a vivid yellow. Seeing that he's acclimated himself, he stands, his scarred eye itching as it always does in times of peril. "We are gathered here by the will of The Throneless King. He has bent the Dreaming to His will so we may converse with ourselves for this first - and last - time. We have learned something meant not to be known, and thus have allowed things long undone to once again be." All of him turn his head to regard him, the last in attendance. "All of us save you. Do you understand?" He nods as the story forms in his mind. The gods employed the demon, the demon... ?... the demon of murder to undo a rival god, to kill this god so thoroughly that it would have never been. The Untimely Death did so by cutting the tongues from the mouths of all who knew the god's name so it could not be spoken, by erasing the name from every writing in which it appeared. The god simply ceased to be; however if it's name was ever spoken or written again, so to would it again be. "These things are for our Lord to know, but not for us. We have set the end of everything in motion; the undoing of reality can only be stopped by the undoing of us five." He sweeps his arm, his metal hand indicating all of him save the new attendee. Saddened, he nods his heads in understanding. "You will endure, for we have dreamt you into existence. Into you our patterns will flow and we will become one. Our Lord has shown this to be the way. You will be dream made flesh, and as such will never dream as mortals do. But you will forever be able to travel here entire - body, mind, and soul - be it through the doorways or your own magical means. "Come now, we must hasten, for the Undoing is near. The Witness has allowed each of us to share two secrets, unrelated to the Undoing, to help you survive. Then our patterns will merge and you will be whole." One by one he approached, grasping his hand, whispering his secrets in his ear, and slowly fading out of existence. With the passing of each if him he feels himself grow more... real. The penultimate him removes his goggles to reveal sparkling eyes set in circles of pink skin and whispers his secrets. As he begins to fade away he removes his bright yellow scarf, placing it around his neck. "We have no name, nor do you - we do not define you, so that you may define yourself." Now little more than a shadow, he smiles. "But others may know you as Yellow." He winks and is gone, leaving himself alone atop the hill.
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