Name: Faux
Concept: Absolutist Matchstick Man
Seeming: Beast
Kith: Riddleseeker
Court: Winter Court
Entitlement: None
Virtue: Fortitude
Vice: Pride
Experience Given:
Experience Used:
Experience Remaining:
Mental Intelligence: 3 Wits: 2 Resolve: 2
Physical Strength: 1 Dexterity: 3 Stamina: 2
Social Presence: 3 Manipulation: 3 Composure: 2
Secondary Attributes
Perception: 4
Health: 7
Willpower: 3/4
Wyrd: 1
Glamour: 3/10
Clarity: 6
Size: 5
Speed: 9
Defense: 2
Armor: 0
Initiative: 5+1d10
Academics: 0 Athletics: 0 Animal Ken: 0
Computer: 0 Brawl: 0 Empathy: 0
Crafts: 0 Drive: 0 Expression: 0
Investigation: 2 Firearms: 0 Intimidation: 0
Medicine: 0 Larceny: 2 Persuasion: 4
Occult: 0 Stealth: 1 Socialize: 3
Politics: 2 Survival: 4 Streetwise: 1
Science: 0 Weaponry: 0 Subterfuge: 3
Investigation: Riddles
Politics: Local Courts
Animal Ken: Fox
Persuasion: Sales Pitch, Fast Talk
Survival: Foraging
Winter Mantle 2
Striking Looks 2
Market Sense 1
Pledgesmith 1
Rigid Mask 2
Criminal Contacts 1
Business Contacts 1
Den 2
Hearth 3
Oaths Name (Obscured): Keeper: Life: HP:
Corporeals Court: Mortal: Nemesis:

Once upon a time, there was a man by the name of Francis. Francis was a hard worker, and he had a family to go home to. He was fairly well off, and his children wanted for little. And then, one day, he disappeared. He was taken away to the land of Arcadia by the Green-Robed Huntsman, and was never heard from again – as far as all of his friends and loved ones were concerned. He spent many, many years with the Green Robed Huntsman – many years in the shape of a fox, with no idea of his home or his wife’s blue eyes or his son’s little league games, or his daughter’s dinosaur obsession. He spent many years running through the forests of the Green Robed Huntsman’s domain, constantly pursued and ran down to exhaustion…spared only by the Huntsman’s continued interest in the chase. Finally there came a day that, during the chase, the Fox that was a Man remembered a little glimmer of where he had come from and who he was. In doing so, he realized he was more than a fox…he was wilier. And so, he acted like it. The next day, he was caught by the Huntsman, and through his words he earned himself another week of life – complaining of what little fun there is in hunting a fox without a den. The next week, he did so again – lamenting the boredom of chasing an emaciated fox; and again, a thirsty fox; and again, a tired fox; and again and again. The Fox who would be a man did this more and more, weaving his little tales that appealed to the Green Robed Huntsman’s sense of fun, until finally he explained the real reason for his boredom: there was no goal to the games they played. With that, the fox learned of the hollow in the tree that lead to the world, and he made it. It took all of his effort and skill and it exhausted him to no end, but he made it and escaped to Savannah.

In his time there, he has sought out his old family, only to be venomously rejected by his wife, his children, and the fetch that replaced him (for though they never heard from Francis again, there was still a Francis in their home). With no home, no family, no life, and no direction – and all of the scars of his experiences in the Huntsman’s domain – the man who was Faux singularly understood the world around him: you can never go home again if things go wrong. If something is broken, it can never be fixed. You are either with him, or against him. He either wins, or he is a failure. You’re either on top, or under foot. The stark reality of it all revealed to him, Faux found himself embroiled in the machinations of the courts – finding some solace amongst like minds of the Winter Court. His wits and instincts merged and Faux pulled himself up by the bootstraps of others – succeeding through the failures of others, taking what others freely gave even if he had to lie to get it. All of this, to build a den for himself that he will never give up, or die fighting tooth and claw to protect, like a cornered beast.

And he lived solemnly ever after…


The Dreams of Nightmares AlfredR