Linus Sullivan

Basic Info:

Player: Ragazzo

Demeanor: Amicable, if aloof. Soft spoken and melancholic.

Nature: Contemplative, but compassionate. Courageous and curious.

Description: Linus appearance can vary in fine details, but he has a very specific color palette in terms of clothing, and is always something of a melancholic looking person. Most often is a young man, perhaps 17 with dusky skin, dark eyes and dark hair.

Stats:

HP: 6

Psyche: 6

Brawn: 2

Agility: 3

Brains: 3

Skills:

  • Socialite - #4 Brain (His skill with people)
  • Pugilist - #4 Brawn (His hands aren't just for instruments)
  • Hittin' the Road -#4 Agility (His knack for blowing out of town, popstands, etc)

Supernatural Abilities:

These are things you're character accomplishes via their power.
Abilities/Powers should be fairly broad, but look at other characters for good examples. They can grow over time, so don't worry if you start on the small side! You get 7 points to spend on powers at creation, with a starting cap of 4 and total cap of 7. Powers add your Tier to their rolls, usually.

Cornflower's rustling- #3 - Linus' music can echo uniquely in the ears of those who hear it, attuning them with who they are at their core, bolstering their will. Restores a point of psyche to allies on a successful check.

Fly's Whine-#3 Linus' music sinks into the cracks in a person's perceptions and understanding of themselves, dragging their self deceptions out and to the forefront of their mind. Inflicts a point of psyche damage to all those present who fail a contested roll, except Linus.

A Song On The Wind-#1 Linus can convey his music anywhere he wishes. It may take time, but if someone needs to hear it, his notes will reach their ears, born aloft by breeze, or gale, or by storm if need be. A successful check, D.C. at GM discretion, allows Linus to eventually deliver his musical message to anyone he wishes.

Weaknesses:

N/A

Possessions:

A variable instrument case(with instrument inside) and a fluctuating outfit. One or the other occasionally emblazoned with a bluebottle fly, or cornflower, but both always in a vivid blue of the eponymous shade.

Personal History:

Early on in his life, the bluebottle bard started along the road. At some point not longer after that he acquired his music case and a curious ability with it. He's gone on acquiring things, although now he's most concerned with experiences, good and bad. The memories, he feeds into his music, each note adding to a composition. The handful of tales of the bard are for the most part variations of one. The story of Linburr, a dusty halfway point between two major towns with a rail running through it. Often railway men would take a break in their long haul in Linburr. The train chugged to a halt one day in Linburr, and when they went on their way again they took with them a tale of an elderly spinster, the long lived and much loved daughter of the town's founder. The woman was found passed in her sleep, with a cornflower clasped in her hands, after having been visited by an traveling musician carrying an oddly decorated case. At least, that's one story.

The various bits of folklore about the bard share a common element, someone in need of companionship or emotional catharsis, whether it is a old woman on her deathbed, or a young man fired from his job on his first day; their pent up suffering is given release by the bluebottle bard who has vanished as the story's conclusion is delivered.

Another, more contemporary tale of the bard involves a young man, dressed in a dusty blue suit, grasping a beaten blue bass in a subway beginning to play before an emptying train. The hand that strummed and picked the strings bearing a smudged and indistinct tattoo. Those travelers that swelled out of the underground into the city stained sidewalks and cellphone screens with tears as they shared their experience, seeking out the sources of their strain, and stress, and solving for themselves their struggles. The music faded from their lives soon enough, but belief in the bard was borne once again, from one ear to another, and in this modern era, from YouTube, to vine, and back again. By the time people in the city began to remember his moniker, the bluebottle bard, Linus Sullivan, had been noticed, and soon after was brought to Sunnybrook, willingly to boot.

Miscellaneous:

http://youtu.be/Wb0viq8Kxb0 Here's a theme song.

http://m.imgur.com/irRIEOg And here is a shot of one of his much, much rarer forms. Only really offered as an example of his color palette.

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