The Lovely Dark

faces at the masquerade there are things you can be in the lovely dark but i haven't written those up yet. mostly it's bugs and skeletons and hives of art nouveau blood flukes and stuff. but here's things you can be also. three variations on a theme. 49th Century Space Adventurer satellite, by dusty ray Under your greasy black cosmonaut suit you're a reinforced skeleton packed full of copper plugs and corroded batteries and lightning-scarred xolotite computer chips. You're immune to naked vacuum and sick irradiance and bitter cold and abject loneliness. Love burns you like fire. Start with any two of these. If you abandon what your class gives you, start with four. harpoon gun (greasy filthy jagged. motor winch can drag your body+kit weight. wired into your skull, and fires autonomically at anything you want badly enough.) core decryptor (like a dripping wasp stinger adrenaline shot. destroys a load-bearing self-deception. one use.) fulgurite devil horns (punish wit...

 mistaken for strangers Hi. I'm still alive, despite some strong reservations. This is a one-template class with some deltas.  It adapts a video game I like. It doesn't get any items or skills at character creation but you can't take it after.      doomed   Common wisdom is to murder you on sight.   When you roll for pure luck, you get the worst possible result. If something bad affects the party unevenly and arbitrarily, you get the worst of it. If it would affect one person it's always you. You cannot benefit from fate or destiny or visions or the workings of gods or anything like that. If you try your hand at obedience you will always fail. If you fail or disobey you will always be punished. Kindly gods want you exorcised, cast into no-place. Selfish gods want to eat you or enslave you. Most powerful people are pale imitations of selfish gods.  defiled   You are immune to fate, destiny, prophecy, universal or indifferent workings of divini...

photo from dozydawn but you're never satisfied you want something that's larger than life and i give that to you but it doesn't mean anything if my love is a victimless crime templates: A) dreamlike mimicry & yew tree lessons // +1 to attack B) idleness and mischief // +1 language C) new hallow OR old hallow // +1 to attack D) a sick rose // +1 language roll three times: kitten-sized mosquito on a silver chain three sets of colored glasses in funny shapes pocket watch with a compartment the size of a baby rat umbrella with a hollow needle in the tip three poison pill rings spotless white silk gloves taxidermy hat that whistles birdsong when the wind blows through it thin tube of lipstick around a razor living spleen in solution pins and the killing jar mourning locket with a compartment the size of an eyeball orb-weaving spider who admires you thorny bouquet of silk flowers tattered veil you can see through one way twenty books of matches ghost of a lapdog in a glass ...

  MAGICIAN fuyuko matsui There’s not another road for you than this. I’m so sorry. Starting Equipment: specially tailored clothes, a letter of termination Skills : 1) theoretical physicist 2) paranoid clerk 3) corporate striver 4) lab animal 5) fugitive Templates A) Katalepsis, Graveyard Girl // Kataleptic Limit 5 B) Down the Wolf's Throat // +2 Parasitic Tombs, Kataleptic Limit 10 C) The Dark Dark House // +2 Parasitic Tombs, +1 Appetite, Kataleptic Limit 15 D) Dogsbody // +2 Parasitic Tombs, +1 Appetite,  +1 Haunt,   Kataleptic Limit 20 ∆) Vers La Flamme Katalepsis rothko They drill the hole at the nape of your neck. There’s a tap that keeps the fluid in, but lets the membrane extrude. It’s agony the first time, but you get used to it. An invisible worm, a questing tongue. As you flex and feed it, it expands into a cobra hood of tangled false-nerves and alien mucus-slick. You can’t touch it, but you can feel it coming out of you. You can’t see it, but un...