Name Fawn Galbraith Nature Explorer Faction KOSF¹
Player Kes Demeanor Sage Tradition Dreamspeaker
Chronicle Anywhere Café
 Birthdate October 18, 1998 (26) Appearance Approximation
 Danneel Harris Ackles
¹Keepers of the Sacred Flame

Attributes

Physical

Social

Mental
Strength Three Charisma Two Perception (Keen-Eyed) Four
Dexterity Three Manipulation Two Intelligence (Subject Authority) Four
Stamina Three Appearance Three Wits Two

Core Abilities

Talents

Skills

Knowledges
Alertness Two Crafts Zero Academics Four
Art Zero Drive One Computer Two
Athletics Zero Etiquette Zero Cosmology Zero
Awareness Three Firearms One Enigmas
 Two
Brawl One Martial Arts
 Zero Esoterica Four
Empathy One Meditation One Investigation Three
Expression Zero Melee Zero Law Zero
Intimidation Zero Research Zero Medicine Zero
Leadership Zero Stealth
 Zero Occult One
Streetwise One Survival Two Politics
 Zero
Subterfuge One Technology
 Zero Science Zero

Additional Abilities and Specialties

Hobby Talents

Professional Skills

Expert Knowledges


Archery Two Academics Anthropology




Languages Scottish Gaelic, Spanish

Spheres
Correspondence Zero Life One Prime One
Entropy Zero Matter One Spirit Specialty sphere Two
Forces Zero Mind Zero Time One

Advantages

Backgrounds

Known Lores

Resonance
Avatar Four Dreamspeaker One Dynamic (Intriguing) One
Library Two Mage Two Entropic (Grieving) Two
Resources Four Shifter (Bastet)
 One Static (Focused) One
Arete Willpower
Two  Seven
 
Seven

Merits and Flaws
Merit Type Cost Flaw Type Bonus
Graceful Physical 2 Curiosity Psychological 2
Quintessence
.Four
  Zero
Paradox

Freebies
Trait Dots Points
Dexterity 1 5
Appearance 1 5
Academics 1 2
Esoterica 1 2
Archery 2 2
Avatar 1 1
Resources 2 1
Arete 1 4
Willpower 2 2
Total   25
Experience
Approved December 6, 2024
Earned
Date Earned Points Earned
Unknown 0, 202? 0

Total

 0
Spent
Date Bought Trait Bought Dot(s) Bought Points Spent
Unknown ?, 202? None zeroth 0
0 ◄ Remaining Totals Spent ► 0
   ¹ Storyteller, Birthday, holiday, or other special-occasion XP
Special Experience Notes
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Paradigm
Avatar Will-o'-the-Wisp
Essence Questing
Depth Strong
Style Closed
Spheres Spirit & Prime
Hooks Magic started gathering when humanity started gathering into civilizations. It’s the purest form of humanity’s collective hopes, dreams, imagination, and drive. It coalesces in various ways, in points of the physical realm, in objects, and in people.

Telluric Billiards:  The Tapestry is a matrix of nodes and lines of power that hold everything together. Each point connects to many others, in a grand lattice of Pattern. Affecting one point causes ripples of change to spread to others, which are also affected.

At the Medium's Pace: The knowledge of our ancestors is a power greater than history, for the dead are a primary source. Much can be learned from them directly. This greater knowledge must be put to use among the living and protected from those who would use it for selfish ends, or humanity will continue to make the same mistakes.

Fawn believes it’s her calling to seek out the objects in which magic has coalesced, that she calls Artifacts. These aren’t mere fetishes, but objects of legend, pieces of mankind’s collective striving toward something more.  Basically, they’re objects that have become imbued with a culture’s collective resonance and have become something like mobile mini-nodes.  Fawn’s calling is to seek out these objects and make sure they’re kept secure, usually within the originating culture, and not used for selfish ends.
Foci Correspondence: string figures like the cat's cradle
Entropy: animal bones
Forces: candle flame and prism
Life: Water (Simply drinking for small simple stuff, can be imbued with tass and drank as a potion for specific effects. Total immersion or ritual cleansing for major workings.)
Matter: dirt or dust, stone will do in a pinch.
Mind: steam or incense, preferably visible
Prime: Gemstones, especially diamonds, but others work. (Unique: Heart of the Sun, a topaz set into a necklace)
Spirit: Patterned breathing techniques for quick small effects, full meditation with drumming for larger workings
Time: mentronome or second hand on watch or clock or patterned drumming

Rotes

Spirit Sight: Three sharp inhales, hold a beat, exhale for a count of five. Lasts for 1 hour per quint point, but can be dismissed with three blinks and a sigh.

History
Fawn was always an adventurous type.  It was only through extraordinary luck or divine intervention that she never had a broken bone.  Add an inquisitive streak far wider than a mile, and it's a wonder she wasn't the mascot of the local ER.  Early on, her inquisitveness was channeled into a fascination with history, especially Scottish history, as far back as the time of legend.  In fact, legends particularly captured her interest.  She began to collect them in middle school.

A practical side had her checking out what kind of career she could make out of what fascinated her.  She ended up settling on anthropology and genealogy rather than history, since anthropology would get her out of the classroom.  In the middle of college, she took a year off and traveled around Scotland, researching her own family's history and Highland legends.  A book of collected legends garners enough in royalties to give "publish or perish" new meaning and forms the bare bones of her eventual thesis.

More importantly, her time in Scotland brought her to a hermit.  At first amused, she sought out the odd man, expecting an old monk.  Climbing the mountain was much harder than it should have been, the trail stretched out much further than even should be possible.  Led here and there by a will-o'-the-wisp that somehow made itself understood by chimes, she met with animals, though some were animals that had habitats halfway 'round the world or couldn't have survived where they were.  Like the tests of fairy tales, each taught her a lesson or gave her help in return for a small kindness.  Once at the small hut at the cave near the top of the mountain, when she met a man who'd only lately left the sunny side of forty, he told her that she'd Awakened, and spent the next week or so giving her the tools to live an entirely new life with a new outlook, and set her the task of finding Artifacts that had the potential of being used for selfish purposes and making sure they were in the care of someone who could protect them and use them for the benefit of people at large.

After returning to Texas and finishing her Bachelor's degree, she transferred to the University of Colorado, Denver for her graduate work.   Now is the joy of being "ABD" or All But Dissertation.  Royalties, the occasional lecture or workshop, and consultations on genealogical research pay the bills pretty nicely.

On a trip to Shasta-Trinity National Forest to check out an knife with a legend attached, she met a ranger, found more legendary items from her family's past, and fell ass straight over teakettle for the guy. Only it turned out he was a were-cougar. She adored her cat, moved lock stock and barrel into his cabin and settled into bliss made all the more sweet by the separations necessitated by her travels to contain Artifacts or research for her books.

The Legend of the Jewels
(As Fawn told it to her mate, Christpher Brent, shortly after they met and she saw that he had the Breath of the Sea.)

My voice settles into the cadence of a storyteller. “First, long ago, a woman living by the northern sea was granted a boon by the spirits of her land. She asked that she and her daughters would always know the man they were meant to love and who would treat them with kindness and respect and passion. Since she had not asked for great wealth nor for power to wield over her fellow man, the boon was granted, and with it, portions of wealth and power, though not any greater than would carry any fame beyond a few villages.”

I give him a gentle smile. “The spirits told her that only certain of her daughters would be given this boon, but that each would know by the confluence of three signs. A bright spirit draped over the woman’s neck a pendant of dazzling topaz, laughingly telling her that her sunny gentleness was a boon to those around her and to remember to share her smiles with all, and that the Heart of the Sun would shine through her always. A pale spirit smiled and fastened to her ears two shimmering opals, telling her that compassion brings tears, and that giving them freely, she would always find happiness even though she may weep. ‘The Tears of the Moon show the rainbow that can sparkle even in the midst of the rain.’ the spirit reminded her.”



My eyes are dreamy, soft. I’d heard this story told just this way in my grandmother’s soft accent.

“For a few days, the woman wondered what the third sign might be, and how long it would take to find the man who would treat her with kindness and respect and passion. She continued to spin and to weave in her little cottage, dreaming of the future and what it might hold.

“After a time, a man knocked on her door and told her that he had been given a ring and shown where to find a woman that he would love and to always treat her with kindness and respect and passion. He pulled out a gorgeous ring surmounted by a sapphire that echoed the depths of the wine-dark sea and said, as if repeating a memorized verse, ‘The Breath of the Sea is the heartbeat of a beautiful woman, the mother of us all. Remember to cherish her, and to cherish those around you always.’ In weeks, the two were wed.

“Their union was an example of kindness and respect and passion, and seeing the beautiful jewels the woman wore, all could tell that she was wise enough to be entrusted with wealth, so more came to her, and the pair prospered. Her compassion and gentle, sunny disposition were known to soothe and her counsel was sought as she kept the lessons the spirits had taught her to heart. When a daughter was born, the spirits came to the side of the cradle to speak with the woman one last time.

“’You have shown that you were worthy of the gifts you were given, and so your boon will be granted to certain of your daughters. Once every few generations, these jewels will again come together and show a daughter of your womb the man who will treat her with kindness and respect and glorious passion. Do not be alarmed when the jewels seem to be lost, for they will always come back together.’ The spirits each kissed the child and faded away, never to be seen again.”

I finish the story and look back to him. “The last time the jewels were together was when my great-grandparents were young. When their children were grown, each one was given a part of the legacy, and from there, the ring and the necklace were lost.”


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