Character Sheet FAMINE
Name: Cadillac Monroe. (AKA Caddie or Moe)
Age Appearance: 27-35ish.
Description/Picture:[:b]
[b]Attitude: INTELLIGENT, PATIENT AND QUIETLY CONFIDENT: Well read, well-travelled, bilingual. He’s not a genius by any stretch of the imagination, Caddie only ever had a limited grasp on book smarts, but a thoroughly reputable good all-rounder he is! Caddie knows a little bit about everything, he analyses most everything and is sharp enough to put together the pieces. He’s all about knowing the rules and how to work between them.
On the flip side he can be a little prone to manipulation and he holds on to details for long enough to quietly stew on resentment (his father held a long-ass grudge), put together these are a deadly, stone cold mix. Pacifist by nature, the ****ing may not kill you, but he’ll brutally execute reputations, businesses, family ties or whatever he feels you may hold dear.
See, due to his mother’s angelic blood he has …
difficulty expressing anger so the beast tends to show itself in sneaky, ugly ways.
OPEN MINDED AND LAID BACK… [to a point]: – He’s travelled some, seen a lot and spoken to many, worked too many jobs. Caddie is a hard man to surprise or put off. The kid grew up angelic values (grew up with values; key terms here, whether he kept them is a different matter), accepting people from all walks of life is a huge part of that. No judgement as a rule.
That said he’s sees all things in life as easy come, easy go, he holds on to nothing with too firm a grasp. Including people. Does this make him disloyal? No, his loyalties can be won over in a heartbeat, they just don’t come with a three month warrantee. Caddie doesn’t ‘hold things down’ well. Not jobs, not homes, not relationships.
FLIRTY, PLAYFUL AND GOOD HUMOURED:… And everyone’s fair game! Mostly Caddie takes life with a pinch of salt. Despite being a tad bit lone wolf, he loves to play and tease and schmooze and flirt! Life is for the living and he’d have a good time with whoever happens to be sharing his company.
(Famine is not choosy with it’s victims.)A surprisingly upbeat perspective, but one you have to develop when you work around the ill, the addicted and the dying. He’s spent his working days slogging the hours as an orderly in small hospitals and rehab centres, ‘retreats’ and wherever will have him. His evenings were spent whittling away liver function in bars and sneakily feeding from the famine present in the facility. His very presence eased patients into early graves replenishing him in return.
Weapon: Bo-Staff.
… and proficient training in most forms of martial art that involves wielding a stick. The monks living in the rockies above his Ma’s favourite village taught him techniques from a range of disciplines, Aikido, Bojutsu etc, during his three year “holiday” with them. That was during the time Ma still thought he could be ‘cured with salvation’…
Weapon Soul Name: Kuro Sumi.
Translating from Japanese, it means
’Black Ink’. Not a name Caddie-Bo-daddy would have chosen, but it was the only one that ever stuck. Personally speaking he believes you shouldn’t name weapons; it separates them from the self. Good staffs are an extension of your arm only. However these days he finds himself absently chatting away to ol’ Kuro more and more…
Weapon Description/Picture:Kuro is six foot gnarled ol’ pole of white oak that’s scarred roughly all over with kanji and a thick cloth wrap in its centre for grips sake. The monks carved numerous mantras and spells into it the day Caddies sorry hide was shipped to them in hope that it may, someday, defend him against his fate. They stained the groves with, you guessed it,
kuro sumi, black ink.
Horse Appearance/Pic:{PICTURE, again, sorry, COMING SOON}
A gaunt, lithe mare that would give animal protection groups campaign material for weeks, her name is Priscilla AKA “Pretty Prissy Princess!”. He baby talks her … and if you as much as snigger, he swears down, he’ll break your knee caps if you don’t start addressing her as such too!
She has an off-white undercoat, speckled from her underbelly upwards with grey and black and a straggly, ghostly white mane. In low lighting it looks as though she’s been dragged through muddy fields for miles.
Prissy looks like death warmed up, but she is a Lady and Cadillac spoils her rotten, as such she is the most uppity pre-Madonna known to the kingdom of beasts. She’ll argue, spit, sulk, kick and rear. Not one for sharing, she gets defensive and jealous with Caddies attention. Mind out, she bites.
As a steed?
Lightweight and fast. Terrible for long distances, too prone to stopping and stropping.
Up To THREE Spells/ Description and Energy Toll:1) “The Commune”
--So called because he has a special bond with anyone or anything touched by famine or sheer the desperation of
need. Not just the starving, ranging from certain carrion scavenging animals, through to addicts screaming through their teeth for their next fix, to those looking to end it all. Their desperation calls to him and his presence soothes them. They feel, almost instinctively, that they can trust him and if he exerts the right amount of power he can sway their actions.
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This one varies. For instance, shooing a crow out of the road with a psychic nudge when he can’t park = 2%, seeing through their eyes whilst they fly for a few moments = 25%, persuading a flock to turn on an enemy Hitchcock style = 75%, gaining the sensation of trust of someone touched by desperation = 30%, convincing them that turning over weapons, goods or passwords is a good idea = 50%. Obviously there are exceptions, not everyone can be twisted. 2) “D.O.P” (Desperation Overdrive Point) –
Caddie can switch his brain to that beserker like mode, the mad-man’s overdrive, that one last desperate push you find at the bleaker end of starvation. It kicks up his speed, strength and the like to their limit, but seriously drains his stamina and damaged his body if used carelessly. It is not a pleasant experience and tends to rattle him to the bones.
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25% for five minutes3) “Dorian Greys Kiss”
Like the Midas touch, only it doesn’t turn things gold as much suck the vitality out of them. The ‘kiss’ spares its victims death; instead it drains them of youth and health, to varying degrees depending on person. This was a terrible accidental discovery to make as a young teen… he would not wish it upon his worst enemy.
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30 to a whopping 99%, this is the one that he uses to 'see people out' of the homes he's worked in. Suffice to say a little old girl starving of stomach cancer takes a lot less energy than someone full of life and youth. Once again, it doesn't always work, it can be fought against, but every second counts, the more he can drain the more likely it is he can pacify your mind with power 1.