Devils in the White City
Amnesiac risk-taker, possible monster, definite trouble.
EVERY WHITE WOLF ANYTHING NEEDS AN EPIGRAPH
If you want to shake whatever separates you from
The holiness you want to make your life on earth become
Live your life with a compassion you can be proud of
Then let your last breath fade away with dignity and love
Let’s take the time to walk together while we have the sun
You never know when temperamental weather’s gonna come
—Mirah, “While We Have The Sun”
Virtue: As much as she can
Vice: She’s trying not to
|POW||STR: ●●●○○||INT: ●●○○○||PRE: ●●○○○|
|FIN||DEX: ●●●○○||WIT: ●●●○○||MAN: ●●○○○|
|RES||STA: ●●●○○||RSV: ●●●○○||CMP: ●●●○○|
|Acad: 0||Athl: 2||AnKn: 0|
|Comp: 1||Brwl: 4||Empt: 2|
|Crft: 0||Drve: 0||Expr: 2|
|Invs: 1||Fire: 2||Intm: 3|
|Medc: 2||Larc: 1||Pers: 1|
|Occl: 1||Stlt: 3||Socl: 0|
|Poli: 0||Surv: 1||Stws: 1|
|Scnc: 0||Weap: 1||Subt: 3|
Athletics – Acrobatics
Brawl – Kung Fu
Intimidation – Physical Threats
Subterfuge – Lying
May floats like a butterfly and stings like a bee.
May fears not the man who has practiced 10,000 kicks once, but the man who has practiced one kick 10,000 times.
May is formless and shapeless like water. She becomes the bottle, the cup, and the teapot.
May’s spider-sense is tingling.
May’s hands are less dangerous than a goose quill.
May can only be killed with fire or acid.
May sees dead people.
May is reading a lot of tension in your aura.
May is Elaine is May.
Май помнит, французский и русский.
May isn’t the droid you’re looking for.
Initiative Mod 6
BACKPACK: mace (2), silencer, Colt M1911A1 .45 ACP Heavy Pistol, Kevlar vest, shrapnel grenade (2), telescoping baton, stakes (5), Molotov cocktail (2), lock picks, sap, luminol (2), laptop, binoculars, flares (2), light sticks (3), black greasepaint, gaffer’s tape, large maglite, water bottle, compass, 100’ rope, Taser, first aid kit ●● (2), survival gear ●●●, luminol (2)
POCKETS: cash, ID, iPhone, headphones, zippo, hunting knife, survival bracelet
DUFFEL: a small variety of black cotton tank tops, white t-shirts, jeans, Carhartt work pants, and black hoodies, three Henri Leger bandage dresses ●●●●, a small Cartier necklace ●●●, Harley-Davidson Women’s Christa Riding Boot, size 6, black heels ●●●●●
BIKE: 12-speed Schwinn World Sport, 20" frame, Kryptonite Evo Mini-7 U-lock, Mongoose Cable Combo 5-foot Lock, Bike tools, extra tube, patch kit, wrench
May woke up under a pew in Holy Name Cathedral one bright morning in, you guessed it, May of this year. She doesn’t remember anything about who she is, where she came from, or – most alarmingly – why when she gets angry, claws come out of her fingertips. Because of that last surprise, she’s hesitant to approach law enforcement or try to find out who she is through official channels, so she’s made little progress on that front. Her only clues are her martial arts training, the discolored patch of skin on the back of her neck, and the surgical scars on her wrists – not much to go on.
She got into the shelter system, eating at food banks and sleeping wherever she could find a bed, and started finding places to volunteer her time, since she suddenly had buckets of it. Sometimes that food is stolen, and sometimes that bed is shared, and sometimes that work is less than legal – but as long as she’s still moving forward and having an exciting time she doesn’t mind. She can’t hold on to any money she does make – there are too many drinks to buy, too many people to help, too much trouble to get into. And she does so to an extent that an outsider might think was dangerous, hunting monsters and lovers with equal vigor.
She started training at the gym run by Dermot a few months ago, looking to find out the extent of her abilities and the training she doesn’t remember receiving. She’s also picked up quite a bit from Dermot herself, and after accidentally showing him her claws one night, he introduced her to Michael. Her meeting with Michael was quickly followed by a job offer, and she’s spend the last six weeks staying on a cot in the back room of Michael’s bar, keeping the place clean and doing “odd jobs” whenever Michael has need of her.