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The Scribe of the Blood-Misted Inkstone (aka "Misty", aka "Angst-Boy") 
Game: Gotta Catch 'Em All, a Very Serious Game GMed by Cyanide Breathmint 
Caste: Moonshadow 
Nature: Caregiver 
Concept: Tragic Muse and Gothic Poet 
Picture: [[http://www.domuscygna.com/hosting/MistyWeb.jpg]] 
Anima: A vaguely paisley-like pattern of purples, black, and gray 
 
Str 2 
Dex 5 
Stm 2 
 
Chr 5 
Man 3 
App 4 
 
Per 2 
Int 4 
Wts 1 
 
Bureaucracy 3 
Linguistics 1 (Old Realm) 
Ride 1 
Socialize 5 (Stylish Angst +1) 
Melee 5 (Scythe +2) 
Performance 4 (Really Purple Poetry +2) 
Presence 4 (Tragic Muse +1) 
Lore 5 
Craft (Calligraphy) 2 
Awareness 2 
Occult 2 
 
Compassion 3 
Temperance 2 
Conviction 2 
Valor 2 
 
Break: Compassion 
Flaw: The Ultimate Angst-Puppy of Doom (Like Heart of Tears, only with more
posing) 
 
Essence: 2 
Willpower 6 
 
Merits and Flaws: 
Unbidden Oracle (-1) 
 
Backgrounds: 
Liege 3 (The Professor of the Withered Oak) 
Resources 3 (Underpaid, but a keen investor) 
Followers 2 (The Ghosts: Beatrice, Lillian, and Elliot) 
Manse 3 (A Nice little mausoleum in the local Shadowland. Gem of Dream Entry) 
Contacts 2 (The Dead Poet’s Society) 
Familiar 3 (Edgar) 
Artifacts 3 
 
Charms: 
Furious Blade 
Slashing Ghost Talon 
Elegant Flowing Deflection 
Five-Fold Sensory Exercise 
Haunting Inflection Technique 
Loyalty Withering Technique 
Passion-Unveiling Glance 
Intimations of Mortality 
Exquisite Etiquette Style 
Implication of Ill Manners 
 
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His Artifacts: 
The Lie Beneath Flirting Eyes(White alabaster funerary mask):
Artifact 2 
Created by a Day-caste assassin who masqueraded as a slave or concubine. She
obviously could not wear armor during such missions, and when things went south
she liked to have a little more protection than a scrap of fabric barely
covering her naughty bits. Thus she made The Lie Beneath Flirting Eyes, from
the dying breath of a Solar whom she had infused with Death-essence, crafting
it into the shape of an alabaster mask. 
 
When attacked, the edges of the mask crackle with dark energy and for an
instant a suit of black plate is seen on the wearer, which vanishes as quickly
as it appeared. The mask only summons the 'essence' of the plate, so does not
offer the protection a full suit would. (Commitment 5, +5L/+5B) 
 
Chorus of Lovers Lost in Mourning (Soulsteel and bone
scythe): Artifact 3 
Commitment, Damage, Speed as per standard daiklave. Special Effects: Innate
‘Void Sheath’ effect that allows it to be stored Elsewhere until needed. The
blade also burns with strange, flickering green balefire purely as a special
effect. 
 
A sharp black quill with a soulsteel nib. Never runs out of ink (Artifact
1) 
 
A small, black leather book with soulsteel corners. Infinite pages. (Artifact
1) 
 
His Familiar: 
Edgar: No one is quite sure WHAT Edgar is. Or WHY Edgar is. Or even
HOW Edgar is, now that you mention it... He's equal parts raiton, bat, pygmy
marmoset, and several species of literary critic, and was apparently created by
The Professor for reasons unknown. His hobbies include composing scathing
critiques of his master's work, hitting on Madame Birdcage (Obviously her
Lunar ex figured into the thing's construction, somehow-), and stealing
anything that's small, shiny, and not tied down. 
 
His Description: 
Total
bishi. Pale skin, dark hair, and very dark, violet eyes. He wears a funereal
kimono of grayish-lavender silk, and he always puts on long gloves of pale
leather ("Best not to inquire what kind-") when he leaves home. He
hates the idea of breaking a nail. For reasons he's never quite been able to figure out, he's often assumed to be female. (Even his best friend, the wayward Night-caste Solar, Ash the Typhoon, is convinced that he's a girl...) 
 
His Staff: 
Elliot, the Valet: Elliot is a fastidious, prim, and proper ghost who
once labored faithfully as an accounting clerk in the offices of Biddle,
Buddle, Barrows, & Marsh with absolutely no hope of ever being made a
Partner. His real dream was to move to the Imperial City to become an actor....
a dream that remained unfulfilled since he was run over by a reindeer-drawn
carriage on his 40th birthday and died shortly afterwards, convinced that life
just really wasn't worth the bother. His hobbies in the afterlife include
community theater, panicing over the household finances, and getting completely
bent out of shape when his master comes home covered in nasty, unidentifiable
substances and assorted decomposing body parts. 
 
Lillian, the Secretary: The brains of the operation. Lillian is brittle
and opinionated, with no obvious sense of humor. Misty calls her a shrew... She
calls him a blubbering idiot. The only reason she hasn't been soul-forged into
an ashtray is that Misty can't seem to hire a replacement. Every time he tries
the candidates all end up changing their minds, or having some sort of tragic
accident that ends with their souls being ripped to shreds, moliated into
something terrible, or tossed into the pits of Oblivion... Lillian's hobbies
include collecting statuary made from the screaming souls of her enemies,
plotting to rule the Underworld, and attending night classes to get her Evil
Overlord certification. 
 
Beatrice, the Pain-in-the-Neck: Bea was Misty's self-proclaimed Greatest
Fan when he was just a poet living in a drafty attic, trying to share his
artistic vision with a cold and uncaring world. She followed him around, pined
for his affection, and tried everything she could short of Bloody Murder to get his attention... He
never noticed her. Even now, after she's gone through all the trouble of dying
of a broken heart just to follow him into the Underworld, he has trouble
remembering her name. He keeps telling her that she's *not* part of his staff.
That he never hired her. That she doesn't really have a job... But Bea remains
eternally hopeful that someday... SOMEDAY... he'll figure out that she, Beatrice, is the girl destined to be his One True Love. Her hobbies include filling pages of Misty's book with
little drawings of hearts and flowers, daydreaming about things that would
scare him to death if he had any clue that she was thinking them, and making
sure that none of those fan letters he writes to Madame Birdcage ever make it to
their destination. 
 
His Manse: 
Misty spends a fair bit of his off-time time in the "Real
World", where the audiences are livlier, mournful artists are always
looking for a tragic muse to guide them into Oblivion, and publishers are less
set in their ways. It's convienient for him to maintain a base of operations in
one of the local Shadowlands... an abandoned, but once very high-brow burial
ground... as something of a "country house". Not really in one place
or the other, but close enough to both to make an easy commute. It also lets
him keep an eye on Ash. 
 
His little mausoleum is quite stylish, and the Hearthstone it produces allows
him to wander around in sleeping mortal's dreams to inspire or terrify or do
whatever else seems like fun. The Professor's sampler looks very nice hanging
on the wall. 
 
His History: 
Misty is pretty much the classic "Tragic Poet"-type. Exaltation via an attempt
to jump off a bridge after suffering the last in a series of very dramatic
broken hearts. Professionally... He runs the Professor's library. 
 
Misty is beautiful, charming, and brilliant... but he's got all the common sense of a
toadstool. (Thus the abysmal WTS and questionable PER.) 
 
His role in the group is varied. He's the Loremaster. ("There's nothing to
do down here but read... [sniffs] and think about Elise... [sniffle] and
William... [sob] and how the editors at Dead & Buried Press are so
unspeakably cruel- [completely breaks down in tears]") He’s also a
reasonably presentable combatant and a good back-up conversationalist... plus he
knows where staples for the red Swingline are kept and he can shuffle paperwork
like nobody's business. He also does everybody’s taxes. 
 
His personal life after Exaltation looks... Well... A lot like his personal
life did *before* he became a minion of Death. It's been a constant series of
fiery and passionate (ie: obsessive and angsty) affairs, with distant and
uncaring (ie: wildly inappropriate... or just reasonably sane-) people, which
always end in copious tears (of blood, of course-), poetic lamentation, tragic
and stylish posing (In high places. At night. During thunderstorms.), and
(melo)drama. Misty could easily be the star of his own soap opera. 
 
He seems to have a real talent for bringing out everyone else's "inner
angst-puppy", though... and the dark romance of his poetry and mournful
beauty have drawn Malfeans-only-know how many mopey mortals into the underworld
(That's where he got Beatrice. "It's so hard to find good help in the
Underworld these days.")... so maybe his suffering isn't completely in vain.

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 <b>The Scribe of the Blood-Misted Inkstone</b> (aka &quot;Misty&quot;, aka &quot;Angst-Boy&quot;)<br>
 Nature: Caregiver <br>
 Concept: Tragic Muse and Gothic Poet <br>
-Picture: [[http://www.domuscygna.com/hosting/MistyWeb.jpg]]<br>
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 Anima: A vaguely paisley-like pattern of purples, black, and gray <br>
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 <b>The Scribe of the Blood-Misted Inkstone</b> (aka &quot;Misty&quot;, aka &quot;Angst-Boy&quot;)<br>
 Nature: Caregiver <br>
 Concept: Tragic Muse and Gothic Poet <br>
 Picture: [[http://www.domuscygna.com/hosting/MistyWeb.jpg]]<br>
 Anima: A vaguely paisley-like pattern of purples, black, and gray <br>
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