Grif

[b]~ Basics ~[/b]

 

[b]Name: [/b] Grif McClellan

[b](Apparent) Age: [/b] 70+

[b]Gender: [/b] Male

[b]House: [/b] Scourge

[b]Faction: [/b] Faustian

[b]Visage: [/b] Dagan, The Visage of Awakenings

[b]Title: [/b] Heart-tearing

 

 

[b]~ Appearance ~[/b]

 

[b]Height: [/b] 5ft 10in

[b]Weight: [/b] 161 pounds when wet

[b]Eyes: [/b] Green

[b]Hair Color: [/b] Grey

[b]Hair Style: [/b] short

[b]Complexion: [/b] healthy but wrinkled

[b]Build: [/b] elderly

[b]Scars: [/b] None

[b]Distinguishing Features: [/b] None

[b]Apocalyptic Form: [/b] See Apocalyptic and Revelatory form

 

 

[b]~ Attributes ~[/b]

 

Intelligence * *

Wits * **

Resolve * *

 

Strength *

Dexterity * *

Stamina * **

 

Presence * *

Manipulation * ***

Composure * *

 

 

[b]~ Skills ~[/b]

 

Academics

Computer

Crafts

Investigation *

Medicine ***

Occult ***

Politics

Science

 

Athletics

Brawl *

Drive

Firearms

Larceny

Stealth **

Survival *

Weaponry

 

Animal Ken

Empathy ****

Expression ***

Intimidation

Persuasion ***

Socialize *

Streetwise

Subterfuge

 

 

[b]~ Aptitudes ~[/b]

 

[b]Lores: [/b]

> Lore of Humanity

Translate *

Insinuate**

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> Lore of Awakening

Find the Faithful *

Cleanse **

Heal ***

[b]Apocalyptic Advantages:[/b]

> Aura of Vitality: people nearby heal 1 bash per turn

>Pass without trace

>Improve stats +1 str, sta, and dex

>Wings

 

[b]Merits:[/b] Paragon **, Legacy *, Pact *

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[b]Flaws:[/b] Due to pain of the first murder, tears continually trickle from his eyes. The host body must drink at least three times the normal amount of water to stay hydrated.

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>Any mirror in which Mr. McClellan can be seen in will reveal his angelic (revelatory form)

 

Ban: Any individual who kisses his tears or tastes them will be healed and purified whenever needed for the next month.

 

[b] Innate Powers:[/b]

>Immunity to possession

>Immunity to Mind control

>Resistance to illusions

 

[b]~ Possessions ~[/b]

 

[b]Weapons: [/b] None

[b]Equipment: [/b] None

[b]Havens: [/b] McClellan’s home in the suburbs

[b]Vehicles: [/b] Jeep Cherokee

[b]Dialects Spoken: [/b] English and Arabic

[b]Contacts/Allies: [/b]

 

 

[b]~ Self ~ [/b]

 

[b]Fear: [/b] Returning to the Abyss or being consumed utterly

[b]Dislikes: [/b] Love

[b]Likes: [/b] the comfort brought about by the prayers of mortals

[b]Merits: [/b]

[b]Flaws: [/b] Due to pain of the first murder, tears continually trickle from his eyes. The host body must drink at least three times the normal amount of water to stay hydrated.

 

 

[b]~ Additional Information ~[/b]

 

[b]Health:[/b]

[b]Willpower:[/b] [][][][][][][][]

[b]Faith:[/b] 4

[b]Torment:[/b] 3

[b]Grace:[/b] 8

 

[b]Size:[/b] 5

[b]Defense:[/b] 2

[b]Initiative:[/b] 4

[b]Speed:[/b] 8

 

[b]~ History ~ [/b]

 

[b]Personality: [/b] melancholy and depressed, tears of sorrow leak constantly from his eyes. Grif is soft-spoken and never pushy

[b]Character’s History: [/b]

In the beginning, Merkhava brought compassion, love and health to the word and it was good. Every living being was filled with an instinct to nurture its own kind and to ease any suffering. Also, they possessed a level of health that fought off all infection and nearly any wound was healed quickly and without pain. Those few millennia swept by and then the age of man dawned in eden.

 

When Adam and Eve were exiled from Eden, the All-Father charged Merhkava to take back some of her blessings which introduced pain and suffering into the world. With a heavy heart, she complied with the divine command. That was the first time the angel shed a tear of her own but it wouldn’t be the last.

 

Her breaking point came with the first murder. Merhkava felt the violation of the compassion she instilled in the human race like a shredding of her own heart. Agony, never before felt coursed through her and broke the angel’s spirit. From that day onward tears continue to trickle from her eyes without respite. She blamed herself for the murder because she had submitted to the Lord’s demand to lessen the amount of compassion humans were capable of feeling.

 

In her pain, she listened to the words of the Morning Star and began following the rebellion. Not once did she take up the sword but served as a field medic. With her control over the health of all creation, she mended the flesh of the rebels and their thralls. Because she allowed the rebels to continue fighting when the judgment came, she too was cast down into the abyss.

 

[b]~ Additional Information ~ [/b]

 

 

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