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Description:

Concept: Undead golem powered by evil and magic
Trouble: Parents just don’t understand

Aspect 1: Fish out of water
Aspect 2: Muggles are boring
Aspect 3: Concept: Undead golem powered by evil and magic
Trouble: Parents just don’t understand

Aspect 1: Fish out of water
Aspect 2: Muggles are boring
Aspect 3: Familiarity Breeds Contempt (raven familiar and spy for parents)

Skills:
4: Will
3: Deceive, Burglary
2: Investigate, Shoot, Stealth
1: Fight, Lore, Notice, Resources

Stunts:
- Necromancy, based off Will
- Mind Games: Attack with Deceive (rather than Provoke) when lying
- Talk the Talk: Use Burglary instead of Contacts with thieves and burglars.

Skills:
4: Will
3: Deceive, Burglary
2: Investigate, Shoot, Stealth
1: Fight, Lore, Notice, Resources

Stunts:
- Necromancy, based off Will
- Mind Games: Attack with Deceive (rather than Provoke) when lying
- Talk the Talk: Use Burglary instead of Contacts with thieves and burglars.

Bio:

Legal name: Vlad Komodo Shadowraven D’arkness Bathory-Draculesti-Mountshaft IV
Preferred name: Anything else. Seriously, anything.
Gender: Male/neither
Date of birth: About a week ago, but I seem to be in my late teens.
Place of Origin: A laboratory in my parents’ castle.
Biologically alive: No. I’m powered by the souls of the damned and necromancy, not metabolic processes.
Are you biologically human: I’m made of dead humans (and their souls, held together by morally sketchy magic), if that counts. It probably doesn’t, but I’m not majoring in philosophy.

Why do you belong at this school?
I don’t belong at this school, but my parents (who are totally not vampires, but simply ultravegan, militantly-atheist insomniacs who have a skin disorder that’s aggravated by exposure to sunlight) are making me apply. They’re the sort of narrow-minded, cryptofascist control freaks who can’t handle my keeping it real, and instead continually insist that I dress in all black, dutifully attend goth poetry readings with them, spell magic with a ‘k’, grow my hair long, and keep a crow as a pet. Maybe I want to wear a polo shirt instead of black robes, and maybe I want to listen to Faith +1 instead of ominous Latin chanting, and maybe I want to get an MBA instead of a doctorate in mad science. You can’t control my life anymore! I didn’t ask to be artificially created in your laboratory!

Who made you who you are today?
My parents made me with evil necromantic magic about a week ago.

What are your talents? Under what circumstances do you truly shine?
As expected, I have various magical talents, particularly necromantic ones. I probably have a familiar of some sort, though I’m sure its actually a spy for my parents.

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