Clothes: Worn casual
Who Do You Trust?"
Dr. Cassandra Nabokov 0
Professor Thomas Mince +3
Carl W. Fox +1
Health 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 DEAD
Sanity 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 INSANE
Ancestral Home: You have a large, crumbling remote manor that has seen better days. It is filled with an assortment of oddities your ancestor collected. It is weird. You may POKE AROUND the old place one per day.
ON A 7+, you may choose to find one good item of your choice or two clues (or choose from the normal choices). ON A 6 OR LESS, the Keeper may Hold 2 to use as Hard Moves
Sensitive: Increase your Passion by +1. You sometimes get strange vibes. Whenever you roll a natural 12, immediately make a ROLL + PASSION. ON A 10+, you get 1 Lore, ON A 7-9, you get 1 clue, ON A 6 OR LESS, you suffer a horrible vision and take 2 SHOCK.
Lucky: You may spend a point of Lore to turn any partial success into a success. You can use this for rolls made by the other Characters, provided you are within shouting distance and you trust them (Trust +1 or greater).
- A beat-up roadster (valuable, unreliable)
- Trust fund (d6 Wealth per month)
Who Are You?
You have always felt apart, different, as though you didn't belong anywhere. You attended university, got a nice job and found a place where you could live out a mundane, ordinary existence. Somewhere deep within, you knew it couldn't last. It began with the letters from a place you never heard of, a place you felt called to you, and you left them languish, unopened and unread. Afraid of what they might contain. you had been warned to always avoid that side of the family. Then the man came, an attorney with a briefcase, a ticket, and a deed to your ancestral home. You felt a sudden release, as though you'd been holding your breath all these years, and decided to see for yourself if there really was a future for you somewhere else in a place less ordinary, a place where you might belong, a place you could call your home.
Clayton was a quiet, curious child. He spent most of his time dreaming up scenarios that he would act out in his bedroom, a number of which had to do with invaders from outer space. His mother Louise, encouraged this behaviour and nurtured Clayton's creative side at all times. This was natural for her, being a teacher by trade.
Clayton's father, Reginald felt very differently about this sort of play and would often chastise Clayton about his "silly" pastimes, calling them "nonsense" and "rubbish". But Clayton's mother would always smooth things over and make everything OK. She was everything to Clayton.
Which was why it hit Clayton so hard when she disappeared...
Clayton's life became a terrible downward spiral. He was affected deeply by the police interviews, by the lack of positive family contact and by the repeated trips to the somewhat questionable psychiatrist that his father forced him to time and again, mostly because Clayton became very docile under the medication that was always prescribed.
Eventually, after being shuttled around to various doctors and private schools, Clayton wound up at university studying astronomy. This gave him something to focus his keen intellect on, without requiring that he give up on dreaming. Clayton's father passed away while he was away at school - heart attack - stress, they said. Clayton doesn't know, he didn't attend the funeral.
Clayton eventually returned "home", and took a job at a nearby observatory. But the job was high on paperwork, and low on imagination, and Clayton quickly soured on it. When the lawyer arrived to meet with Clayton about his Uncle's passing, he was nervous, but didn't take much convincing. When he found the antique telescope set up in the rear room of the attic, he knew he was home.
These days when he looks into the night sky, he thinks about what lies beyond. And about his mother.