Tess Finegold

Tess Finegold On Game As: Tess Played By: Concept: Doomed Bird of Hope Date of Birth: Apparent Age: Early 30s Occupation: Falconer Virtue: Vigilant Vice: Stubborn Freehold: None Motley: None

Seeming: Beast Kith: Windwing Court: Dusk Entitlement: Keeper: The Noemata

“Paranoia is just another word for ignorance.”
– Hunter S. Thompson

Overview

      The woman known as Tess is an apparent newcomer to the area, even though her accent would place her as a local. Maybe she's returning? She doesn't say much about that. She does talk about birds a lot, which makes sense once you learn that she's apparently a professional falconer and falconry teacher. Like, who's a professional falconer these days? What does that even entail? When asked, she'll laugh, and tell the questioner about some competitions she's won and some farms she's set up with highly reliable rodent removal systems in the form of birds taught to regard the crop fields as their hunting grounds.

RP Hooks

• Birds? Birds. - Sometimes Tess is walking around with a hawk on her arm or shoulder. Sometimes it's a raven. Rarely, both will show up. The real question is whether, if you don't see a bird, that means they're not somewhere nearby.
• Dusk Mantle •• - Tess is a member in good standing.
• Atavism - There's something off-putting about this woman, a glint in her eyes that suggests concealed aggression or impatience even when there's no apparent reason for it, and she's often fairly blunt (-2 to non-confrontational social rolls).
• Ingratiating Wanderer - Sometimes being restless and telling it like it is can be appealing. Tess usually seems like she has a point that other people might want to hear.

Contacts

• Chandler (the Hawk) - Tess' oldest friend.
• Philip (the Raven) - Sassy fucker, but usually right.

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Soundtrack

Fever Ray - I'm Not Done So, I lost my head a while ago But you seem to have done no better We set fire in the snow It ain't over, I'm not done Some do magic, some do harm I'm holding on, holding on I'm holding on to a straw

Woodkid - The Golden Age Did you ever dream we'd miss The mornings in the sun The playgrounds in the streets The bliss of slumber land

Dessa - The Crow Nobody fears the height, you all just fear the fall Go to the edge sometime And prove your body wrong You land badly, but you crash standing You come as fragile, soft machines And you're bound to fast, you're bound to grieve But you're built to balance on two feet So why you living this last year from your knees

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