| Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red. — Macbeth; "Macbeth", Act II Scene II (75-78) |
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"Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, it seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, will come when it will come". — Caesar; "Julius Caesar", Act II Scene II (32-37) |
| Matthew Anthony Stone | |
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| Date of Birth: | May 15th, 1983 |
| Apparent Age: | Late 20s |
| Occupation: | Detective |
| Virtue: | Justice |
| Vice: | Pride |
| Threshold: | The Torn |
| Archetype: | Advocate |
| Geist: | Little Angel |
| Krewe: | None |
Soundtrack
Death In It's Arms
by Samhain
Searching around
Searching and flee (search to flee?)
To the light nothing can hide
No one is safe from their fate
Death
Join Me In Death
by HIM
We are so young
Our lives have just begun
But already we're considering
Escape from this world
And we've waited for so long
For this moment to come
Was so anxious to be together
Together in death
Death is Not The End
by Bob Dylan
When you’re sad and when you’re lonely and you haven’t got a friend
Just remember that death is not the end
And all that you’ve held sacred, falls down and does not mend
Just remember that death is not the end
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Description
Matthew is a young man who appears to be in his early twenties. He stands six feet, two inches tall and has a lean and muscular build. Short black hair rests atop his head and a pair of gray eyes stares out with a hint of sadness in them. Above his eyes are two thin and narrow eyebrows. He has a short, narrow nose and thin set of lips which either can look very mean or extremely generous, but always has a slight smirk about them. He wears a five o'clock shadow that covers his jaw line.
He is dressed in a dark gray business suit with a matching suit jacket over a long-sleeved, white, button-up shirt. He has a black tie around his neck which hangs freely. He has on a pair of dark gray suit pants that are held up by a black leather belt. On his shoulders is a black suit jacket and on his feet are a pair of black combat boots. On his left wrist is a silver wrist watch and a handmade bracelet on the other. He has a wedding band on the ring finger of his right hand. Around his neck is a silver chain that disappears into his shirt.
RP Hooks
- Mortals: Matthew is a member of the police force and can be called upon to investigate any criminal activity that may have happened and can interact with the citizens of the community.
- Sin-Eaters: Matthew is newer than most other Sin-Eaters, but also has some more experience as a Sin-Eater than others. He's still getting use to his new destiny, but at least he's managed to return to somewhat of a normal life since meeting his Geist.
- Police: Matthew is a member of the police department and can interact with other police officers or members of the other emergency service departments. If you're another police officer, the two of you could go get some coffee and doughnuts.
Little Angel (Torn)
Description:
Little angel appears as a young girl, no more than 10 years old. She has dark black eyes and shoulder-length blond hair that hare pinned with two berets. She wears a pink dress that is soaked with blood that endlessly flows from the wound in the young girl's chest. Her feet are covered by white stockings and a pair of pink Mary Jane shoes. Both her hands are permanently stained with her own blood.
Known Information:
Little Angel was a child prodigy who was composing symphonies on the violin by age five. At age nine, she was killed by her schizophrenic mother when she blew a hole in her daughter's chest with a large-caliber handgun in a fit of paranoid rage. This is as much as Matthew has learned in his time with her.
Keystone Memento
The Fat Lady's String
(+3, The Torn, Passion/Phantasmal, Related Skill: Expression)
The Little Angel's keystone memento is a single, tattered violin string that is usually wound tight around her left hand, the flesh bulging on either side of the wire. Holding it will leave one with an almost-familiar, eerie melody continually running through the back of one's mind.
Character Sheet
| Matthew's Character Sheet | |||||
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| Name: | Matthew Stone | Geist: | Little Angel | Archetype: | Advocate |
| Player: | Valo | Virtue: | Justice | Threshold: | The Torn |
| Concept: | Redeeming Detective | Vice: | Pride | Krewe: | None |
| Attributes | |||||
| Physical (4) | Social (3) | Mental (5) | |||
| Strength: | 2 | Presence: | 2 | Intelligence: | 2 |
| Dexterity: | 3 | Manipulation: | 2 | Wits: | 3 |
| Stamina: | 2 | Composure: | 2 | Resolve: | 3 |
| Skills | |||||
| Mental (7) | Physical (11) | Social (4) | |||
| Academics (Law) | 1 | Athletics | 1 | Animal Ken | 0 |
| Computer | 1 | Brawl | 1 | Empathy | 2 |
| Crafts | 0 | Drive | 1 | Expression | 0 |
| Investigation (Evidence) | 3 | Firearms (Pistols) | 3 | Intimidation | 2 |
| Medicine | 0 | Larceny | 2 | Persuasion | 1 |
| Occult | 2 | Stealth | 2 | Socialize | 0 |
| Politics | 0 | Survival | 1 | Streetwise | 1 |
| Science | 0 | Weaponry | 0 | Subterfuge | 1 |
| Other Traits | |||||
| Merits | Keys | Manifestations | |||
| Resources | 2 | Passion | Rage | 2 | |
| Status (Detective) | 3 | Phantasm | Shroud | 2 | |
| Allies (Police) | 1 | ||||
| Other | |||||
| Health | 7/7 | Willpower | 5 | Plasm | 4 |
| Psyche | 1 | Synergy | 7 | ||
| Misc | |||||
| Size | 5 | Defense | 3 | Init Mod | 5 |
| Speed | 10 | Armor | 0 | Experience | 0/0 |
Background
Another rainy night in the city of sin, Las Vegas. Another case of some poor soul down on his luck and can't make good on his deals. A group of three men shove a fourth between the three that surrounds him in an alley behind the Palms Casino. The three men laugh to each other as they mock and torment the fourth. Finally, the muscle of the group sends a fist flying into the fourth man's jaw, sending a spray of blood to the pavement to be washed away with the rain. Another fist from one direction sends the man into another which sends him to the ground, coughing and trying to catch his breath. As he slowly pushes himself up to his hands and knees as the leader of the other men kneels down over the downed man.
"…just a case of bad luck, pal. Wrong place at the wrong time…"
He stands up, turns to the two associates that stand ready. He nods his head towards the man on the ground and starts walking out of the alley. Shortly after, the sound of a pair of muffled gunshots fill the air. Surprisingly, there was no pain. Just the knowledge that the bullets found their mark and then, slowly, the world goes dark. This is the start of the tale of how I died, but this is not a story about my death, but rather, this is a story about my rebirth. Perhaps the best place to start would be at the beginning. In order to fully understand and appreciate the story of my death and the events after, we really should begin with the story of my birth and my life growing into adulthood. I shall begin with a quote from David Copperfield by Charles Dickens.
"Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show. To begin my life with the beginning of my life, I record that I was born (as I have been informed and believe) on a Friday, at twelve o'clock at night. It was remarked that the clock began to strike, and I began to cry, simultaneously."
Unlike the immortal David Copperfield, I was not born on a Friday, I was not born at midnight and I did not start crying with the clock strikes. Rather, I was born on a Sunday at four-twelve in the afternoon in Las Vegas, Nevada on May 15th, 1983. The youngest of two children. My mother, Evelyn, was a card dealer at the Sands Casino and my father, Jacob, was a pit boss at the original MGM Grand Hotel and Casino before it was torn down in 1986 and reopened in 1993. My sister, Elizabeth, was only two years older than I was and our childhood was a normal one, at least as normal as a childhood can be growing up in a city like Las Vegas. We enjoyed a comfortable lifestyle and both my sister and I did well in school.
My life was fairly uneventful until late in my teens. When I turned sixteen, I started falling in with the wrong crowd. I started getting in trouble, doing small petty thefts here and there before finally doing my first felony. Following my first stint in jail, my folks sent me to a boarding school in Massachusetts until I was 18. I had graduated from school and cleaned up my life. I went back home to Las Vegas and started college. It was there I met the woman that would make me feel complete. Mary DuBois.
I had ran into Mary in the halls of the math department and we instantly hit it off. After a few weeks of getting to know each other, we finally started dating. We were deeply in love and after we graduated from college, we got married. She started a job at the local newspaper and I joined the Las Vegas Police Department (LVPD). While I was in the LVPD, I worked in the prestigious Robbery Homicide Division (RHD), but I was drummed out by an Internal Affairs investigation involving the shooting of a suspect who was later linked to nine murders. Following the investigation, I was sent to Las Vegas Detectives as a homicide investigator.
During my time with the LVPD, I started to get more involved with my work and it started to keep me away from home more and more. We started to have more problems at home and things didn't help much when we found out she was pregnant. This was about the time that my partner, James Mitchel, was killed by the suspect in a string of prostitute murders up and down the strip. While the investigation into his death was going on, I was assigned to RHD's Open-Unsolved Unit, a cold case squad. It wasn't the same as it was out on the streets. It was then that I started turning to the bottle to dull out the monotony of the job.
As life at home got worse, I tried to drown it out with more vices. This time, I turned to gambling since it was what Las Vegas was known for. I had my ups and downs over the next few months until I hit rock bottom. Mary had given birth to our son, Caleb John, and filed for divorce a few months after his birth. My supervisor had given me some paid time off to deal with the divorce and to get my life back together. I was turning to the bottle more and more and gambling my money away. One night, I had gambled my money away, select members of the casino staff played bongos with my kidneys before I was kindly shown into the door by the casino security then I was kindly shown into the side of a dumpster.
Still dazed, I stumbled away from the casino and turned into an alley and came face-to-face with a group of three men who were in the process of robbing a young woman. As I started to turn, the men saw me, the woman taking the momentary distraction to make a run for it. Realizing the situation I was in, I sobered up pretty quickly. As the three men started to approach me, one of them spoke. He was obviously the one in charge.
"Look what we have here, boys, fresh meat. And since our last prize got away, looks like we'll have to take it out on him."
As soon as he finished speaking, the three rushed me and started to circle me. This brings us to where we came in. After I was shot, the three men ran off to leave me to die. And I did die. It was then that I first saw Little Angel when she appeared to me, a child in a blood stained dress and bloody hands. She told me that if I would have faith in her, she would give me a second chance to redeem myself in the eyes of God, helping those who do not have the ability to help themselves.
A soft groan. A quick twitch of fingers. With a sharp gasp of air, eyes snap open. I awoke in the emergency room, the vision of this Little Angel fresh in my mind, and my hand clutching broken violin string in a death grip. I had a new purpose in life. Once the doctors were convinced that I was alright, I left the hospital and returned to the police force. I had a hard time adjusting to having Little Angel around, trying to ignore her at first. She explained what she could about what happened to me and the changes that have happened. I tried to get to know who Little Angel was, but she would only tell me little things. With her help, I started to help other spirits who were bound to this world and unable to pass on. Recently, she told me that I had to leave the town and head east. I put in a transfer to Aleswich, Maine. So, here I am, ready to start my job in a new town and a whole new series of spirits to help out, still trying to get use to the secrets that the world has now revealed to me.
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