The Hammer Of World Breaking Thunders

The Hammer of World Breaking Thunders

I want to wake up in your white, white sun
I want to wake up in your world with no pain
When I hate it I know I can feel but
When you love it you know it's not real
And I am resigned to this wicked fucking world
On its way to hell
The living are dead and
I hope to join them too
I know what to do and I do it well

- "Fundamentally Loathsome," Marilyn Manson

Vital Statistics

Caste: Dusk Concept: Motivation: Age: 21 Apparent Age: 19 Gender: Male Hair: Raven-black, long on top Eyes: Steely blue-grey Skin: Flawless alabaster Height: 6' Weight: 175 lbs. Homeland: Fornost Birth Name: Prince Victor Estermore of Fornost Anima: Permanent Essence: 4

Strength: 4 Dexterity: 4 Stamina: 4
Charisma: 4 Manipulation: 3 Appearance: 4
Perception: 3 Intelligence: 3 Wits: 3

Compassion: 2 Temperance: 2 Conviction: 4 Valor: 4

Personal Essence: 20 Peripheral Essence: 48 Harvested: 10

Total Essence Regained Per Hour:

Backgrounds

Artifact: 5 (Mighty panoply of war)

Combat

Join Battle: _ Join Debate: _ Join War: _ -Magnitude

Health Track
-0 -1 -1 -1 -1 -1 -2 -2 -2 -2 -2 -2 -2 -2 -4 Incapacitated Dying Dying Dying Dead

Armor:
Lethal Soak: __ Bashing Soak: __ Notes:

Total Soak:
Bashing: __ Lethal: __ Aggravated: __ Hardness: __ vs. Bashing or Lethal (or Ag)

Attacks
Extreme Unction: Speed: 4 Accuracy: 15 Damage: 12L Defense: - Range: 50 yds. Rate: 2

Dodge DV Melee: _ Parry DV: _
Mental Dodge DV: _ Mental Parry DV: _

Charms

Excellencies and the Basics

Ox Body Technique (x3), Essence Engorgement Technique (x1)

Expanded Backgrounds

Dead
Is what he is, he does what he please
The things that he has youll never want to see
What youre never gonna be now
Sketch a little keyhole for looking-glass people
You dont want to be him
You only want to see him
Mommys got a scarecrow, gotta let the corn grow
Man cant always reap what he sow
He is the maker
(He is the taker)
He is the saviour
(He is the raper)

- "Angel With the Scabbed Wings," Marilyn Manson

Followers

We sing the death song kids
Because we've got no future
And we want to be just like you
And we want to be just like you

- "The Death Song," Marilyn Manson

Allies

Burn your empty rain down on me
Whisper your deathbeat so softly
We bend our knees
At the altar of my ego

- "Spade," Marilyn Manson

History

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