Jangling Jack

From Gothpoodle

Wanderer

Jim spends his time wandering through the hedge looking for newly-arrived Lost or humans who need assistance.

Description

A tall (6'10") humanoid covered in reddish-brown hair with an extended muzzle filled with sharp teeth, dark eyes, and a prominent brow. He wears a long black trenchcoat which jingles slightly when he walks from keys stitched to its interior and a black silk tophat. Underneath, he wears a simple white shirt, blue jeans, and hiking boots. He has an unpleasantly animal musk and glints as if he were wearing shiny metal. He walks with a slightly hunched lope. He carries two gleaming hatchets.

Mask

A tall, hirsute man with worn features and long reddish-brown hair and full beard.

Storytelling Hints

Hunch over and peer out from under your brow. Growl words a bit.

Stats

• Mental Attributes: Intelligence 2, Wits 2, Resolve 2
• Physical Attributes: Strength 2, Dexterity 2, Stamina 2
• Social Attributes: Presence 2, Manipulation 2, Composure 2
• Mental Skills:
• Physical Skills:
• Social Skills:
• Merits:

Advantages

• Willpower:
• Health:
• Initiative:
• Defense:
• Armor: 0
• Speed:

Changeling Traits

• Clarity:
• Wyrd: 4
• Glamour/per Turn:
• Contracts:
• Pledges:

Weaknesses

• Flaws: None
• Derangements: None
• Frailties: None

Equipment

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Background

Mortal Life

Marcus James Hollenbrook was the idealistic son of a wealthy stock broker from New York who came west after college to get away from his family and find himself in the mountains and deserts of Nevada. He spent a lot of time hiking and mountain-climbing, taking considerable risks to test himself against the world. He went too far shortly after his twenty-fifth birthday in the winter of 1990 and was caught high in the mountains alone during an unseasonable blizzard. Exhausted and half-dead of exposure, he finally found a small cave that turned out to be an entrance to the Hedge.

Durance

He was captured by a sasquatch-like who dragged him to its mountainous domain of eternal winter where he only barely remembers being forced to endure frigid temperatures, starvation, beatings and falls, and vicious bare-handed fights with creatures for food and defense. It is just a blur of brutality in his mind and only barely remembers his escape, a torturous trek through the brutal wilderness into a forest of piercing alpine pines growing from sharp rocks which became the hedge and, eventually, the sandstorm-wracked hedge near Las Vegas where he stumbled on Sin City and found his way through.

Changeling Life