Wings Over the Pyre - Memetic Scribbling: Tarot

03:44 am - Memetic Scribbling: Tarot

Source: The Guy That Wrote This

Source interest: tarot

Because it's obscure ... this is a character for Don't Rest Your Head. Because this isn't something I've blurbed before, let me reference a bit from its website:

You can't sleep. It started like that for all of us, back when we were garden variety insomniacs. Maybe you had nightmares (God knows we all do now), or maybe you just had problems that wouldn't let you sleep. Hell, maybe you were just over-caffienated. But then something clicked.

That was when you took a long walk down the streets of the Mad City, stopped being a Sleeper, and started being Awake. But that click you heard wasn't from the secret world snapping into place. It was the sound of the Nightmares flicking off the safety and pointing a gun at your head.

They can smell you. The Paper Boys are closing in, and you'd better pray you don't become a headline. You're chum in the water, my friend, and it's time you got ready for it... before the clock chimes thirteen again. Now that you're one of us, there's just one simple rule left that must dominate your life.

Stay Awake. Don't Rest Your Head.

Don't Rest Your Head is a sleek, dangerous little game, where your players are all insomniac protagonists with superpowers, fighting -- and using -- exhaustion and madness to stay alive, and awake for just one more night, in a reality gone way wrong called the Mad City. It features its own system, and is contained entirely within one book.

My name is Vykos Allen.

And I am a con man on the run.

What's been keeping you awake?

I've been running a successful series of scams on little old ladies and vulnerable young ones, and taking whatever I want of them whenever I can. But its starting to get to me, and there are a few people after me, looking for blood. Hard to sleep looking over your shoulder.

What just happened to you?

The husband of a woman I gave some sweet, sweet boning to after a seance where I "channeled" her dead kid shot me dead in the face with a shotgun. And I'm still here, unscratched.

What's on the surface?

People think I dress impeccably, with the finest Saville row suits and a charming little affected straight cane. The English accent's fake, but suckers lap it up. People look at me and think "money" and erudition. The tarot cards and crystal balls lead people to trust me.

What lies beneath?

I was born in the Bronx downhill from the ghetto, and learned Three Card Monty at the same age. I've been scamming since my teens, and I don't give a rat's about other people so much as my own sweet ass. Real knowledge of the mysteries of life give me a bigger boner than crying women, though; finding out the secrets of the universe would be the life.

What's your path?

What I really want is to be a true font of knowledge, but I don't admit it, even to myself. Finding out secrets is worth risking my life for, and the Truth about what it really all means is far better than money.

Responses:

Fight

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Talents:

Exhaustion Talent: Cold Reading People

Vykos is an expert at reading peoples' intent, their body language, and making incredibly astute guesses based on very little information, as well as vaguing up responses so they believe he's said more than he really did.

Madness Talent: Cartomancy

When the Mad City comes calling and Vykos is Awake, he really can tell the future, accurately, with the cards. Any cards, be it poker decks or Hallmark, just so long as they can be shuffled and pulled randomly.

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