Atilla

Insightful Hippy Drifter

Description:
Full Name Age Height Weight Hair Color Eye Color Virtue Vice
Atilla 33 5’ 7" 155 lbs Dark Brown Brown Self Sacrifice Pride
Notable Scars and Markings
Right Side of Neck Jagged, Linear Scar
Below Left Shoulder Blade Irregular Skin Coloration, Roughly Size of Quarter
Attributes
Intelligence 2 Strength 2 Presence 2
Wits 2 Dexterity 2 Manipulation 2
Resolve 4 Stamina 3 Composure 2
Skills
Mental Physical Social
Academics * 1 Athletics 3 Animal Ken 0
Computer 0 Brawl 2 Empathy * 2
Crafts 0 Drive 0 Expression 3
Investigation 1 Firearms 0 Intimidation 0
Medicine 1 Larceny 3 Persuasion 0
Occult 3 Stealth 0 Socialize 0
Politics 0 Survival * 3 Streetwise 2
Science 0 Weaponry 0 Subterfuge 0
Specialities
Academics – History Survival – Navigation Empathy – Buried Feelings
Psyche
Max Plasm 14
Max Plasm / Round 1
Archetype: Pilgrim
“You know, any person who doesn’t work to make themselves a better person doesn’t really live.And I mean, what’s there to do now, but try and help others do the same?”
Threshold: Death by Violence
“First there was fire, then there was smoke, then there was the next life. Weird thing that it was kinda the same life, but you know, with a sort of ride-along. Anyway, you know violence like that just ain’t right..”
Keystone: 12 String – never out of tune, sounds good in any weather
Manifestations
Caul
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Oracle
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Shroud
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Passion Stamina + Empathy

The Passion Caul invites the geist to share the Sin-Eater’s mind as well as her body. This is the ultimate intimacy, as she shares her every thought and notion with her geist. She can have no real secrets while she dons the Passion Caul, but in exchange she gains her geist’s help in matters of both body and mind. The Sin-Eater adds her Caul rating as bonus dice to all Intelligence rolls she makes while manifesting the Passion Caul (save those to activate Manifestations).
Intelligence + Empathy

The Passion Oracle allows the Sin-Eater to gain insight into the emotional heart of anyone with whom she interacts. With the basic power of this Manifestation, the Sin-Eater becomes preternaturally skillful at understanding the emotions of others. For the duration of the scene, she can add his activation successes to any mundane roll based on Empathy or Intimidation. If the Sin-Eater targets someone for such a roll with whom hse has also forged a sympathetic link through the Passion Marionette Manifestation, only the better of the two dice bonuses applies to any relevant roll.
Resolve + Empathy

In addition to the normal Armor bonus, the Passion Shroud allows the Sin-Eater to add her Shroud rating to her Resolve or Composure for purposes of resisting magical attacks which might affect her mind or her emotional state.
Stigmata Stamina + Occult

Blending with his geist in the Stigmata Caul grants the Sin-Eater power over his own body, controlling even autonomic functions like respiration. The core of blood within him is all that a Sin-Eater needs to control his body. At the most basic level, the Sin-Eater can control his metabolic functions. He does not need to breathe, eat, or sleep while manifesting the Stigmata Caul, and is immune to penalties from hunger or fatigue.
Intelligence + Occult

With this Manifestation, the Sin-Eater gains special insight into ghosts and other Twilight beings. The basic power allows the Sin-Eater to add her activation successes to all Wits-based rolls to observe or understand anything pertaining to ghostly activity in the area.
Resolve + Occult

The Stigmata Shroud aids the Sin-Eater in defending against the attacks of ghosts and other Sin-Eaters. While the Stigmata Shroud is active, the Sin-Eater adds her Shroud rating to her Resistance against all Numina powers used against her by ghosts and against all Manifestation effects used against her by other Sin-Eaters which affect her body, mind or soul.
Advantages
Willpower 6/6
Synergy 7
Size 5
Health 8/8
Speed 9
Initiative + 4
Defense 2
Experience 1
Merits
Holisitic Awareness

Your character is skilled at non-traditional healing methods. While scientific minds might scoff, he can provide basic medical care with natural means. He knows what herbs can stem an infection, and what minerals will stave off a minor sickness. Unless your patient suffers wound penalties from lethal or aggravated wounds, you do not need traditional medical equipment to stabalize and treat injuries. With access to woodlands, a greenhouse, or other source of diverse flora, a Wits + Survival roll allows your character to gather all necessary supplies.
Hardy

Your character’s body goes further than it rightfully should. Add the dots in this Merit to any rolls to resist disease, poison, deprivation, unconsciousness, or suffocation.
Anonymity

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Your character lives off the grid. This means purchases must be made with cash or falsified credit cards. She eschews identification. She avoids any official authoritative influence in her affairs. Any attempts to find her by paper trail suffer a – 1 penalty per dot purchased in this Merit.

Drawback: Your character cannot purchase the Fame Merit. This also may limit Status purchases, if the character cannot provide sufficient identification for the roles she wishes to take.
Aspirations
Meet a New and Interesting Ghost
Do a Good Deed
Eat Some Green-Bean Casserole
Learn a New Skill (Long Term)
Breaking Points
Worst Thing You’ve Ever Done Well, I’ll admit it I aint perfect. I was raised good, but sometimes life can be pretty hard and its tough to do the right thing. When I was bout nineteen I was in San Antonio and I hadn eaten for a day or so. I was hurtin real bad, and I needed food, and I didn know where the shelters were, and it seemed people weren feelin as generous as usual. So I decided to steal a purse. I spotted some lady in fancy clothes, lots of jewelry. I thought to myself “It may not be right, but it won hurt her as bad as starvin gunna hurt me,” and I snatched it. She started screamin and yellin and cryin. She looked so mad and scared, it made me even more scared too. I ran off with it. I had meant to just take the money and give the rest back, but I got so scared that I just ran off. I got enough money to eat for a day or two, but I felt real sick the whole time. I mean, wheres the virtue in life if you gotta give up your virtues to keep livin? I weren raised no thief, and I ain’t never stole nothin since.
Worst Thing You can Imagine Yourself Doing I mean, there’s been once or twice in my life that I been in a fight – usually cause someone’s just not in the right place ya know? Like drunk or high or somethin – and there’s me jus tryin to defend myself and others. I get real scared when that happen though – I don wanna hurt no one, but sometimes it’s hard to get someone to rile down. I don know what I’d do if I hurt someone real bad. You know I weren raised that way. I’d never do it on purpose.
Worst Thing You can Imagine Anyone Doing I mean, what kinda question is that? You e’er heard of a fella called Adolf Hitler?
Weirdest Thing that Ever Happened To You Oh, you won believe this. So a couple years back I was hiking through Hartley and I met this lady called Maria. She seemed pretty nice, at first. Gave me some food and a soda, we talked a while. Then she asked if there was somewhere we could go together. Well I’ll tell ya I may not play around that often, but romance and I aint strangers. We went out, found a place, and started havin fun. But then she bit me – right on the neck. It hurt for a second, but then it started to feel kinda nice. I wanted to tell her to stop but it was kinda hard ta talk. All a sudden I hear shoutin and a man runs up with a gun and a flashlight. Maria jumps off me real quick to run, but the guy shot her in the leg. I was still tryin ta get my bearings so I just got outta the way. They tossled a bit and finally he grabbed one of my tent stakes off my bag and shoved it in her chest. Well she stopped moving real quick, and I started shoutin a bit bout him killin her and why. He said somethin bout her bein a danger and not bein human. I didn believe him, so he took the tent stake back out of her and she started tryin to run away again, like the big hole in her chest werent nothin. Well I helped him run her down and put the stake back in. I didn know what else ta do. I felt kinda dizzy though. Turns out she was suckin my blood out of my neck Mary Shelley style. That man was Anselm Teel. He didn tell me a whole lot about why he knew Maria was dangerous or how he knew where we were, but I told him I owed him for helpin me out there.
Worst Thing that Ever Happened To You Well, I don’t like talkin bout it much, but there was a guy called Rupert I met in Laredo at the greyhound. He was kinda older, seemed real nice at first. Said he’d been around there a while, and since I was out of money he’d show me some of the good places to get stuff in town. Only thing was what he meant by “get stuff” turned out to be stealing. I told him I didn’t want to steal from nobody and he made a hard turn toward nasty. He started yelling, talkin bout how I wouldn last if I couldn take what I needed. We got in a real argument there cause that weren’t how I was raised. After a minute he grabbed this bottle, broke it on a table, and came after me. Before I could really do anything he got me right in the neck shows scar on right side of his neck. I got away from him, but I was bleedin real bad. I never did find the emergency place myself. Passed out on the street from all the blood goin out. Woke up at the hospital, and they said some nice cop dropped me off there. Always did feel bad I never got her name. But anyway, broken bottles and too much blood gets me kinda spooked now-and-then.
Equipment
Clothes
Eye of Hubris
Bio:

Officer: “Hey there buddy. How’s it going?”

Atilla: “Goin well, goin well. Hope yours is a nice saturday, sir.”

Officer: “What’s your name, sir?”

Atilla: “Atilla.”

Officer: “Like Atilla the Hun?”

Atilla: “Sure is.”

Officer: “Okay, and is that your first name or your last name?”

Atilla: “It’s my only name – just got the one.”

Officer: “What, your parents didn’t give you any other names?”

Atilla: “My parents didn’t give me any names, they let me pick. I was James for a while, like my father, but round when I was twelve I thought I wanted a name like someone who really made a difference in the world, so I picked Atilla. I don know I really like his legacy, but I like his name.”

Officer: “Well, look, you can’t stay in here. You got any ID? You lookin for the shelter?”

Atilla: “I aint got no ID, sir, and I aint in need of a shelter. I’m just hikin through. Had to find a place ta lay down is all.”

Officer: “Well you know its a crime to be in here, right? It’s breaking and entering, not to mention stealing.”

Atilla: “I aint stole nothin. I won lie, I did break the lock on tha door there, but I aint stole nothin – all this here stuff is mine. And I don see why enterin a buildin no one else is usin should be a crime.”

Officer: “Look, I can’t let you stay, okay? How about I take you down to the shelter…”


Social Worker: “Hey there Atilla, my name’s Mandy. I’ve got a few questions I have to ask you first, okay?”

Atilla: “Sure thing. I’m an open book.”

Mandy: “So, is it just Atilla?”

Atilla: “Yeah, just Atilla.”

Mandy: “Do you know your social security number?”

Atilla: “Aint got one. Drivers license number either.”

Mandy: “Okay, can you tell me your date of birth?”

Atilla: "Sure can. Twenty-ninth day of February, nine-teen and eighty four.

Mandy: “Have you ever been arrested?”

Atilla: “Sure, a couple times. But I only been to jail once.”

Mandy: “Have you ever been to prison, or stay locked up a long while?”

Atilla: “No, I never been in no prison, and I aint stayed in jail more than a week before. This fella in Houston locked me up for a week back in oh-five. He kept complainin they couldn find out who I was. I told em my name and where I come from and everything. Anyway, some nice lawyer got me out. Said he made a living fightin unjust imprisonments. He was a nice guy – real high strung, but a nice guy. I played a little cash at his kids birthday party to say thanks.”

Mandy: “Played cash?”

Atilla: “Johnny Cash. He played a six-string though and I got a twelve, so it sounds a little different. Plus my voice aint as deep as his, but the kids liked it. Put a smile on their faces.”

Mandy: “That sounds really nice, Atilla. So do you have any medical conditions you’re aware of.”

Atilla: “No, nothin really. Now and then I get some bad food, but that’s normal. It’s hard foragin when you’re in the cities, and summer time’s no good for hikin in Texas. Get heat stroke doin that.”

Mandy: “Okay. And have you ever been diagnosed with any mental illnesses?”

Atilla: “What, like from a shrink? I don think I really see where that comes from. Every person has a different mind, cant say you know someone’s sick just cause they don’t think or act like you. I mean, can you imagine seein the way someone thinks and really knowin they didn’t choose to think like that same way you choose to think the way you do?”

Mandy: “That’s pretty deep.”

Atilla: “I jus think a lot o’ people too scared to hold their arms open to the world, ya know? Easier to put on labels and laws and all that – makes it easier to control people. You know, easier on the heart – easier on the guilt. But that don mean its right.”

Mandy: “Last one is just for survey purposes. You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”

Atilla: “Okay.”

Mandy: “Do you identify yourself with any religion, and if so which one?”

Atilla: “Well that’s the meaning of life aint it?”

Mandy: “Sorry?”

Atilla: “Findin out about god, and your place in the world. Findin out where your life supposed to lead you and how to live it – it’s the meaning of life. Cant really pull the two apart, can you?”

Mandy: “Maybe not, maybe not. Well I think that’s everything we needed. Here, let me show you the way.”

Atilla: “Thank you much, miss Mandy. I think its real beautiful the way you people help everyone out. Just goes to show even the govment got people with their hearts in the right place.”


“Hey there folk. Paul, up at the front, asked me to play a couple tunes for y’all, so I hope you like 12 string covers o’ the good ol’ days.”
I Walk the Line

“Now I apologize in advance for my Dylan. I don’t got a harmonica and I don’t know – oh hey! Looks like we got a harmonica player up here! You know tambourine man? Well that’s just great, man. That’s great.”
Mr. Tambourine Man

“Gunna get back to a little more Mr. Cash now. I think y’all gunna know this one.”
Ring of Fire

“Hey there, Mr. Harmonica you know any Neil Young? Heart of Gold? I sure do.”
Heart of Gold

Old Man

Harvest Moon

“Thanks a bunch Mr. Harmonica. This next one’s more recent and a little louder. Comes from a group calls themselves twenty-one pilots. Original was on piano an drums, but imma do my best with this here twelve-string.”
Addict with a Pen

“This next one’s also pretty recent. Just heard it a couple weeks back at this music shop. Its by the Red Hot Chili Peppers.”
Dark Necessities

“This last one’s another from Mr. Cash, and it’s got a history for me. See, my mama’s the one taught me to play guitar, and this here was one of her favorites. Before I was even old ‘nough to play the guitar myself she’d sit and play while me and my papa sang along. And my mama, she werent no christian or jew or muslim or hindu or anything, but she always said whatever’s up there above us, if you keep your heart open it’s gunna welcome you with open arms when its your time. Well my mamas time came just a couple years back in twenny-twelve, but since I been out on the road so long I only jus heard last week. So this one goes out to you, mama.”
Aint No Grave

Atilla

And Justice for All Ghandi