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+ | :''Please allow me to introduce myself | ||
+ | :''I'm a man of wealth and taste | ||
+ | :''I've been around for a long, long year | ||
+ | :''Stole many a man's soul and faith | ||
+ | :''I stuck around St. Petersburg | ||
+ | :''When I saw it was a time for a change | ||
+ | :''Killed the czar and his ministers | ||
+ | :''Anastasia screamed in vain | ||
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+ | :''Pleased to meet you | ||
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'''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LCRZZC-DH7M "Is That All There Is?" - Peggy Lee]''' | '''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LCRZZC-DH7M "Is That All There Is?" - Peggy Lee]''' | ||
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'''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sh7BZf7D5Bw The Devil Went Down to Georgia - The Charlie Daniels Band]''' | '''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sh7BZf7D5Bw The Devil Went Down to Georgia - The Charlie Daniels Band]''' | ||
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+ | '''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oiAuXRK3Ogk Tower of Song - Leonard Cohen]''' | ||
+ | :''Well, my friends are gone and my hair is grey | ||
+ | :''I ache in the places where I used to play | ||
+ | :''And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on | ||
+ | :''I'm just paying my rent every day in the Tower of Song | ||
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+ | :''I was born like this, I had no choice | ||
+ | :''I was born with the gift of a golden voice | ||
+ | :''And twenty-seven angels from the Great Beyond | ||
+ | :''They tied me to this table right here in the Tower of Song | ||
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+ | :''So you can stick your little pins in that voodoo doll | ||
+ | :''I'm very sorry, baby, doesn't look like me at all | ||
+ | :''I'm standing by the window where the light is strong | ||
+ | :''Ah, they don't let a woman kill you, not in the Tower of Song | ||
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+ | '''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rwn0R1PFUwU "Too Old to Rock and Roll, Too Young to Die" - Jethro Tull]''' | ||
+ | :''He once owned a Harley Davidson | ||
+ | :''And a Triumph Bonneville | ||
+ | :''Counted his friends in burned out spark plugs | ||
+ | :''And prays that he always will | ||
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+ | :''But he's the last of the blue-bloods greaser boys | ||
+ | :''And all his mates are doing time | ||
+ | :''Married with three kids up by the ring road | ||
+ | :''Sold their souls straight down the line | ||
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+ | :''And some of them own little sports cars | ||
+ | :''And meet at the tennis club do's | ||
+ | :''For drinks on a Sunday, work on Monday | ||
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“Do you truly know how old I am? The days are like water.”
– Kill Six Billion Demons
Overview
More than one hundred years ago, a boy named Carter Lysander Logan was born in the slums of New York City, and he was a musician.
Nowadays, he's the Devil Himself.
He's worn a hell of a lot of faces over the years. He's been a lounge singer, a hippie, a soldier, a rock star, a man, a woman, and many other things besides. But under the shifting faces, it's always been Carter, an ancient and powerful Spring Courtier with a knack for tempting others into chasing their desires and an endless hunger for indulging his own. And, as the years have gone on, his connection to the Wyrd has only grown.
Now, more than a century since he began, Carter is finding that he is running out of vices to indulge. His temptations of others have never ceased, and likely never will, but he himself is finding that the world holds less and less to hold his attention. Every day, he sits in a jaded fog, while every night Arcadia calls to him in his dreams. The power of the Wyrd pulses through his veins, and ignoring it is getting more and more difficult by the moment.
Now he's heard of a placed called Fort Brunsett, where powerful Lost have begun to congregate. Perhaps there, more than anywhere, there is a chance of something that can actually interest him enough to put off his return to the land of Faerie.
The Mask
Carter Logan is a tall, whip-thin man of imperious look and impeccable dress. He stands, tall and proud, at well over six feet in height, and his head is always lifted slightly back, as though looking down his nose at the world. His perfectly groomed gray hair, sharp blue eyes, and age-lined, thin-lipped face only serve to strengthen the feeling of cold self-assurance. When he does smile, it's small and slight, barely a quirk at the corners of his mouth.
Whatever he wears is always perfectly tailored and obscenely expensive. Most frequent is an array of dark blue three-piece suits, accented with a pocket handkerchief in a deep, bloody red. A silver chain hangs from one pocket, likely attached to some kind of watch. The cufflinks are small, gold, and oddly shaped; a small archway or door, covered by bars, but with those in the center removed.
No amount of tailoring can hide the fact that there is something very wrong with this man's legs, however. They appear twisted, perhaps badly broken at some point in the past, to the point that they bend backwards below the knee. They also don't appear to be easy to walk with; when he moves, it is slow and deliberate, and assisted by a sleek black silver-topped cane that he holds in one hand.
Perhaps the most striking thing about him, though, doesn't become obvious until he speaks. His voice is low, bassy, rolling, like a bottled thunderstorm. He shifts it effortlessly between glassy-smooth and gravel-pit guttural, and it seems to tug at the back of the brain, pulling the listener closer as it fills their ears.
The Mien
The Devil Himself stands before you.
Carter Logan is a tall, whip-thin man of imperious look and impeccable dress. He stands, tall and proud, at well over six feet in height, and his head is always lifted slightly back, as though looking down his nose at the world. His skin is a deep, dark red, like hardened lava, and rather than hair, smoldering embers and wisps of flame crown his head, framed by a pair of pointed black horns. His ink-black eyes and age-lined, thin-lipped face only serve to strengthen the feeling of cold self-assurance. When he does smile, it's small and slight, barely a quirk at the corners of his mouth.
Whatever he wears is always perfectly tailored and obscenely expensive. Most frequent is an array of dark blue three-piece suits, accented with a pocket handkerchief in a deep, bloody red. A silver chain hangs from one pocket, likely attached to some kind of watch. The cufflinks are small, gold, and oddly shaped; a small archway or door, covered by bars, but with those in the center removed.
No amount of tailoring can hide his legs, however. They aren't human. They're digitigrade, and his shoeless feet aren't feet at all - they're a pair of cloven hooves. They don't appear to be easy to walk with; when he moves, it is slow and deliberate, and assisted by a sleek black silver-topped cane that he holds in one hand.
The air around this Satanic vision is filled with strange, enticing smells: expensive cigars, rare liqueurs, a warm breeze after rain. The air around him seems suffused with a strange, unearthly, gold-red glow, and where he steps, a brief flare of leaves springs up from nothing before crumbling away into dust.
Perhaps the most striking thing about him, though, doesn't become obvious until he speaks. His voice is low, bassy, rolling, like a bottled thunderstorm. He shifts it effortlessly between glassy-smooth and gravel-pit guttural, and it seems to tug at the back of the brain, pulling the listener closer as it fills their ears.
RP Hooks
- Spring Courtier - Carter has been an agent of the Emerald Court for many decades now.
- Sublime - Carter is very nearly one of Them, and it's hard not to see that.
- Legendary Lounge Singer - Anyone who's a fan of music from the 40s and 50s has probably heard of Carter Logan.
- Bodhisattva of the Broken Cage - The Spring Court, honed to its finest edge. Perhaps you're in need of a push.
- Man of Many Faces - Carter has been many things over many years. Perhaps you've met a cloven-hoofed changeling before.
- The Mind - Carter's grasp on Clarity is holding for the moment, but the call of Arcadia grows stronger by the day.
Relevant Traits
- Wyrd •••••••••
- Presence •••••
- Manipulation •••••
- Expression (Singing) •••••
- Sublime •••• - Mortals cannot attempt to lie to, intimidate, or attack Carter, and must halve their Speed and Initiative scores in his presence. Changelings must succeed on a Resolve + Composure roll in order to attack, lie to, or attempt to intimidate him.
- Gentrified Bearing ••••
- Enchanting Performance ••••
- Fame (Legendary Lounge Singer) ••• - Anyone with any knowledge of music from the 40s and 50s probably knows Carter Logan.
- Siren Song ••• - That voice is captivating.
- Striking Looks (Imperious) ••
- Striking Voice (Hypnotic) ••
- Flaw: Lame - It's hard to walk with those legs.
- Flaw: Manifest Mien - It's even harder to hide them.
Contacts
Soundtrack
Sympathy for the Devil - The Rolling Stones
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"Is That All There Is?" - Peggy Lee
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The Devil Went Down to Georgia - The Charlie Daniels Band
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"Too Old to Rock and Roll, Too Young to Die" - Jethro Tull
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