Socialite Void Investigator
|Concept||Bubbly Abyss Researcher|
|Power||3 Int||1 Str||3 Presence|
|Finesse||3 Wits||3 Dex||2 Manipulation|
|Resistance||2 Resolve||2 Stam||3 Composure|
|2 Academics||2 Athletics||0 Animal Ken|
|0 Computer||0 Brawl||1 Empathy|
|2 Crafts||0 Drive||2 Expression|
|3 Investigation R||0 Firearms||0 Intimidation|
|0 Medicine||0 Larceny||0 Persuasion|
|4 Occult R||2 Stealth||3 Socialize R|
|0 Politics||0 Survival||1 Streetwise|
|0 Science||0 Weaponry||0 Subterfuge|
|2 Sanctum (Size-1, Security-1)|
|1 High Speech|
|5 Size||3 Defense||6 Initiative Mod|
|9 Speed||0 Experience|
|0 Death||0 Fate||0 Forces||0 Life||0 Matter|
|1 Mind||3 Prime||2 Space||0 Spirit||0 Time|
|7 Health||5 Willpower||7 Mana|
|3 Gnosis||7 Wisdom|
|Dots||Arcana||Name||Dice Pool||Page #|
|3||Prime||Channel Mana||Wits+Occult+Prime = 10||224|
|2||Space||Remote Viewing||Intelligence+Investigation+Space = 8||235|
|1||Mind||Eye of the Mind||Wits+Empathy+Mind = 5||206|
|2||Prime||Squaring the Circle||9||223|
Hey there, my name is Garrett Leaf. I’m a fun, happy-go-lucky kind of guy. I’m a white male, 5’9", with blonde hair, and blue eyes. I was born and raised in the Seattle, Washington area. I like bar-hopping, pub-crawling, clubbing, and the Occult Arts. It’s just something I’m good at, like chatting people up.
I’ve known I have been different since I was 5 and in kindergarten. I could see things that the other kids couldn’t. As much as I played with the other kids, I was good at reading people and situations easily. Vaguely understanding the context of what people were saying, but then it appeared.
One day during recess, I was playing with some kids around the hollowed out tree in the back of the schoolyard near the fence. I looked into the hollow for a moment and saw something that wasn’t there before. Something I had never seen before. It was a small black spot. It sort of glowed a black light that made it visible compared to the normal darkness of the hollow. I tried to point it out to the other kids but they said they didn’t see anything. I tried pointing right at it and they I was making stuff up and left to play somewhere else. That was when I knew I was more different then anyone else at school. I didn’t leave. I wanted to know what the spot was.
I reached out to touch it, but my fingers passed through it as if it wasn’t there at all. But, each time my finger “touched” the spot, I could feel what it was, a hole, vast & wide, and capable of swallowing me whole if I could touch or reach into it. I pulled my hand back and could “feel” the other side when I starred into the spot. The other side of the spot moved and I could feel it as long as I looked at the spot. I would turn away to see the teacher was coming to end recess at the bell. I looked back for a moment as I stepped away and I felt that there was more behind the spot than just a giant dark hole, there were dark things there too. All of it moving, squirming, and I could feel it all inside of me. I turned and ran to line up with the other kids.
The next day during recess I went and looked at the spot. It seemed like it was bigger than yesterday. I starred into the spot, transfixed on the swirling, moving, darkness. Then something began to take a rough shape in the darkness of the spot. I could feel something was coming closer to the spot from behind the blackness. Then IT appeared, an eye, looking out at me. As if the blackness of the spot was an eye lid all along. IT looked at me, as I was bent over looking at it. I could not look away from the amazing thing before me. I … could feel it … trying to reach out to me. With no fingers, no hands, no arms, it reached out to me with a stare. A hard gaze holding me, then tugging on me. I felt it pull me with it’s look. The unflinching eye ensnaring me closer into the hollow of the tree … closer to the spot … closer to IT.
It was then as I started to lean forward unable to look away, that I remembered what my dad had told me when I started to sleep in my own room. He told me, “Monsters only have the power and fear you give them. Stand up to them and they disappear as if they never existed.” He said he told me that so I wouldn’t be afraid of any boogey-men or closet monsters. Remembering this, I mustered all the courage I had in my little body, stood firm, and gazed back at the eye as hard as I could. Instantly, I could stand upright, recoiling from the pull of what ever IT was.
I could feel IT inside me. It was angry, no angrier than angry. I later learned it is called rage. I felt it’s strong rage and hate reflecting into me, burning me, but I stood strong still. A loud and terrible roar screamed next in my head, making me close my eyes, and I felt released from it. I felt it push against the spot making it slightly bigger. I looked back to see the eye back up from the spot, then run straight into it. Making the spot a bit bigger and causing the tree to shake as if it was in pain. I looked up to the tree limbs and yes, the tree was alive and was trying to hold back the spot inside it’s body.
Just then a car drove up to the fence behind the tree and three men got out. The men were different, they glowed a small white light. They closed the car doors and started to look around. The bell rang and the other kids started to line up. I turned back to the tree for a moment to see the eye slam into the spot again only the spot didn’t widen this time. The tree again took the pain the spot was bearing to the tree. I turned to run and line up looking briefly at the three men behind me. One of them saw me look into the hollow and started to watch me. I could feel his gaze of light on my back as I ran to line up. In line I glanced back one more time to them run past the fence to the hallow side of the tree.
After school I went back to see if the tree was still holding it back, but the tree was calm and still once more. I looked in the hollow and saw nothing, the spot, the eye, gone as if it was never there. But everyday afterwards, while I was in elementary and we had recess, I found myself glancing in the hollow once a day just to see if it would ever come back.
After that nothing even close to that happened again. School had turned into a packs of friends I floated between. It was fun and people thought I was cool. It wasn’t until I was 12 that my mom had invited a client of her’s for a business dinner at our house. As soon as he walked in the door I could see, that he glowed. The same small, soft, white light as the three men did only he wasn’t one of the three men I saw when I was 5. As he stood in the living room waiting for the meal to be ready, I walked right up to him and asked him, “Mister, why do you glow?” Looked at me puzzled. I explained I could see he was different from my parents and different from me. He gave me his business card and said, “Make and appointment for lunch on the weekend if you want to know why I glow. I will answer all your questions, but away from your parents.”
It turned out he was in an occult order known as The Mysterium. He said he had “Awakened.” He also said he would nominate me to be inducted into The Mysterium if I wanted and they would teach me how to “Awaken.” I accepted. I wanted to know more, I wanted to know what was that spot, and what was that eye. I was inducted and “Awakened” in studying the arcana from their library and their tutelage I absorbed knowledge, secrets, spells, it all came a bit easy to me. Because of my young age many in the order said I was a savant, or even a prodigy and if only I had started sooner. They all enjoyed my company and insights.
After graduating from high school, the members who had influence in Seattle, got me a good paying job as an inbound call center floor administrator. I was the one the employees called when a customer started to become unreasonable, belligerent, and verbally abusive. I found it relatively easy to always talk to the customer and dispel the tension and come to some sort of agreement. They also set me up with a top floor apartment right underneath a hollow they controlled (and gave me ownership of said hollow).
In secret from the order I have been studying any and all available material on what they call The Void. I have even tried to Scry into the Void, to safely study it, but my vision showed me a location that felt like the presence of the Void. I went to one as quickly as I could. When I got there I encounter The Censors sealing an opening in the Void. They asked me why was I there and I explained I was experimenting with my Scrying seeking a location that required my presence and it brought me here. They accepted it but, told me that I wasn’t needed after all.
Later I tried again to Scry into the Void and was shown another location that felt like the Void. This time when I arrived the Censors were in the process of trying to close the opening, but they were struggling against something. A tentacle was protruding from the opening and was flailing about whipping at the Censors. It knocked one of the Censors back off his feet. I sensed a hollow nearby and channeled it’s strength into the Censors, and they were able close the opening instantly, cutting the tentacle clean off of what ever was on the other side. I helped the Censor who was knocked down, back to his feet, and over to the other censors who had gathered around the tentacle. It still gyrated and moved, and we all were looking in horror, puzzlement, and wonder. I looked in wonder at what creature could this appendage belong to. Then the tentacle started to bubble and grow, I could feel it, it was still linked to what was in the Void. I said out loud in amazement, “It is regenerating itself, like an earthworm cut in half it is regrowing the rest of it’s body back.” By now the bubble where taking the shape of new smaller tentacles. At hearing what I said one of the Censors put out his hand out and set it ablaze before us. It burned to ash screeching or squealing all the while in my head.
The next time I tried to Scry into the Void, I traveled to the location quickly. As I got closer I felt the Void eject something then saw some Guardians of the Veil approach the area of the Void and I felt it close. Still a block away something jumped out from the alley in front of me. As soon as it was out of the alley it turned and looked at me, I could see it clearly. A dark black creature, that looked like it was made out of solidified shadow. It’s form was clear, it had shaggy fur, horns, and fangs. It walked on all fours growling like any predator on Earth, with large sharp looking claws. I was again transfixed looking into the beast’s glowing white eyes. It too seemed unable to move looking at me, puzzled by my presence. In an instant it was attacked from the alley. The Guardians emerged hitting with everything they had, putting it down quickly. Once down the creature collapsed back closing it’s eyes. It’s body began to melt into a smoldering black pool of liquid blackness that began to evaporate quickly. The Guardian closest to me turned and looked at me. He began to approach me, and asked me who I was and what I was doing there. I told him my name and said I was a member of the Mysterium. I told him about my experiments into scrying for locations that require my presence to see why I would be needed there. I was it was me who held the creature’s attention long enough for you to catch it off guard and kill it. He looked at me hard, and said okay and walked of to join his brothers. I could sense he didn’t trust me and walked away.
It is now and it is tonight. I can’t help myself and I have to try scrying into the Void again. Maybe if I can find a small opening into the Void (like the spot int he hollow) and use that as a scrying portal, I might have better success. But just in case, I will use my Eye of the Mind to see if anyone is watching me. Yes, there, I can feel someone spying on me now. Who? I can’t tell, and whether they are from my order or not I do not know. Since they are watching I will show them what I said I do. I start to scry using my high speech to announce I seek a place that needs my presence. I am shown the Seattle Center. I say aloud I must got to the Seattle Center.