Eirwyn Argyal

Description:

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Name: Eirwyn Argyal
Player: Crystal
Concept: Liam Neeson
Virtue: Fortitude
Vice: Sloth
Seeming: Elemental
Kith: Snowskin
Court: Autumn
Entitlement: None
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Attributes

Intelligence: 2
Wits: 2
Resolve: 2

Strength: 3
Dexterity: 2
Stamina: 3

Presence: 2
Manipulation: 2
Composure: 3
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Skills

Mental
Academics: -3
Computer: -3
Crafts: 1
Investigation: 1
Medicine: 1
Occult: 1
Politics:
Science: -3

Physical
Athletics: 3 (balancing)
Brawl: 3 (grappling)
Drive: -1
Firearms: -1
Larceny: -1
Stealth: 2
Survival: 2 (tracking)
Weaponry: 1

Social
Animal Ken: 1
Empathy: 1
Expression: -1
Intimidation: 3 (cold stare)
Persuasion: -1
Socialize: -1
Streetwise: -1
Subterfuge: 2
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Merits
Perfect Stillness
Rigid Mask
Iron Stamina (1)
Mantle (Autumn) 1
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Contracts
Elements (ice) 2
Stone 1
Hours 2
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Health: 7/7
Willpower: 5/5
Wyrd: 2
Glamour: 6/12
Clarity: 7
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Size: 5
Speed: 10
Armor:
Init Mod: 5
Defense: 2
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Bio:

She lived a quiet life in a small town in someplace with no face in the middle of nowhere. Little changed in this place, almost as if it was lost in time. People came and people went but that was the extent. One frozen winter day, after the winters strongest freeze, the town gathered to skate upon the lake. The ice should have held. It was tested and found to be solid. But, with a thunderous crack, the lake caved in. Screams rent the air as children and adults alike fell into the frozen waters, some sinking almost instantly. As it was in her case. She struggled to no avail to untie the water-logged strings of the ice skates weighing her down and dragging her into the darkness stretching below. Fear clogged her throat and tears flowed to mix with the waters around as she sank further and further. Soon her lungs were burning and stars were dancing and she knew it was her time. But then hands of cold clamped upon her upper arms and drug her against a block of ice just as she slipped out of the light and into the night.
She came to in a cavern whose walls were composed of ice with many tunnels connected to. A man of ice was crouched before her, watching with eyes that held compassion but lacked understanding. He sighed, the sound so sad, as he motioned for her to follow. Time passed with a surreal reality as she was taught to survive and what her job was in this world had become her home. How much time passed, she had no way of knowing. And then the day came that she could no longer feel his cold hand upon her face and he left, with tears falling from his eyes and freezing in trails down his cheek.
From here, memories grow broken and the time becomes hazy. She knows she was the ice upon a lake, cracking open and swallowing those who would dare to trespass and other times she can remember many feet upon her and music but not much more. On and on and each passing moment the live she once lived slipped away to be replaced with memories of nothing.
Then came the day of her freedom. Someone broke her free from the ice shelf she lived within and sent her floating down a river. A thunderous crash and crackling lighting coursing through her brought her back to her human self where she found herself surrounded by three others. Lightning, fog, and (for lack of a better description) sludge. Together they walked out of the thorns into San Fransisco and together they have been since.

Eirwyn Argyal

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