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Carter Lysander Logan On Game As: Carter Played By: Frank Sinatra Concept: Jaded Old Devil Date of Birth: October 2nd, 1902 Apparent Age: 55 Occupation: Musician Virtue: Charity Vice: Gluttony Freehold: Fate's Harvest Motley: None

Seeming: Fairest Kith: Incubus Nightsinger Court: Spring Entitlement: Bodhisattvas of the Broken Cage Keeper: The Lady of the Loser's Grief

“Bit by bit, moment by moment, death by little death, he ceased to care.”
– Neil Gaiman, "The Return of the Thin White Duke"

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.
• Music - Music is the one thing that never bores Carter. Regardless of genre, if you're a musician, he wants to hear it.
• 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. The Devil has always been a tempter.
• Oneiromancy - The Devil walks in dreams. Perhaps you're in need of an oneiromancer's services.
• 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 (Singin', Fiddlin') •••••
• Mantle (Spring) •••••
• 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

• Cardinal - A true Bodhisattva. I'd forgotten how delightful that could be.
• Lux and Nuit - Such opposites. And yet there's the same craving there, at the core. I wonder...
• Melissa - Embrace the new sound, young miss. And try not to hurt anyone important.
• Michelle Hawthorne - Worth the time.
• Noel Nicholas - Young and wild. We'll make a proper Bodhisattva of you yet.
• November - Such vibrancy. It reminds me of my younger days.
• Poppy - We'll make a true sea witch out of you yet, Miss Devereux.
• Widget - Now aren't you an interesting find.
• Velvet - Tell them the Devil says hello.

Soundtrack

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