In order to understand, I destroyed myself.
–Fernando Pessoa
"The thief, as will become apparent, was a special type of thief. This thief was an artist of theft. Other thieves merely stole everything that was not nailed down, but this thief stole the nails as well.
– Terry Pratchet
To Catch a Thief
Mortal
- Alexander: One of those slick fuckers with a smooth tone and an uneven keel. He's a distant relative to most, and tends to be the crazy cousin called in if absolutely needed.
- Local: Cian grew up in these parts, don't bother trying to remember him though, he's just got one of those faces.
- Laundromat Attendent: By hook or crook he's managed to land a semi-legitimate job at Dirty Laundry.
- Sticky Fingers: To say it's a condition is an understatement. He has a full blown compulsion to simply take. His hands wander of their own accord more often than he cares to admit.
- Greyscale: He has never been seen in public wearing colors. Everything he wears is a shade of grey.
Lost
- Darkling: A whisper quiet creature of the night, he does his kind proud.
- Lurker: Nimble sneakthief fingers weren't exactly a natural skill set, trained and shaped to be the perfect rogue.
- Whisperwisp: Built to see and hear everything, floating from spot to spot, his unassuming nature working to his advantage as a spy.
- Spring Courtier: Even Spring has a darker side. Encouraging desires is no less prone to a dipping into the black.
- Phantom Tong: Battler of the status quo, challenger of authority, and overall pain in the Freehold's ass with a purpose.
- Glamour Addict: Sometimes the source doesn't matter, but the cleanest stuff comes from fulfilling dreams.
Accomplices
Lost
- Lulu - Moon Mad Moth. Fluffbug. Tit for tat master. More aware than you.
- Sid - Serious Scavengerhunt Spokesperson. Deep pockets. Inciter of riots.
- Lucky - Perfectly Pandering Pedant. Giver of dare cards. Seeker of fun.
- Count - Scowling Stompbooted Shopkeep. Semi-legitimate boss. Collector of body parts. Game of Thrones access.
- Fuck Bird - Furiously Foul Fowl. Beater of asses. No shame here. Has rules.
- Cressida - Giddy Galactic Girl. Keeper of kittens. Bearer of weed and fun outbursts.
Mortals
- Franky - Prickly Princess Poutface. Capable of 180 degree turns at light speed. Delicious in all the wrong ways.
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Mugshots
Rap Sheet
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The Thief
| Played By:
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Caspar Peteus
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| Concept:
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Wandering trickster.
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| Date of Birth:
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June 14, 1969
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| Apparent Age:
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30
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| Occupation:
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Cutpurse
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| Virtue:
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Hope
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| Vice:
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Greed
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| Freehold:
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Fate's Harvest
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| Motley:
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None
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| Seeming:
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Darkling
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| Kith:
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Lurker/Whisperwisp
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| Court:
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Spring
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| Entitlement:
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Phantom Tong
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| Keeper:
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That Which Lurks
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Relevant Stats
Mantle
Spring •••
Skills
Larceny •••••
Stealth •••••
Weaponry •••••
Subterfuge ••••
Persuasion ••••
Merits
Glamour Thief
Perfect Stillness
Sleight of Hand
Professional Training: Thief
Soundtrack
God's Away on Business - Tom Waits
- I'd sell your heart to the junkman baby
- For a buck, for a buck
- If you're looking for someone to pull you out of that ditch
- You're out of luck, you're out of luck
- The ship is sinking, the ship is sinking, the ship is sinking
- There's a leak, there's a leak, in the boiler room
- The poor, the lame, the blind
- Who are the ones that we kept in charge?
- Killers, thieves, and lawyers
- God's away, God's away
- God's away on Business, Business.
Providence - Poor Man's Poison
- Candle lights and empty souls
- Quietly behind the doors
- A bleeding us just for fun
- Men of power telling lies
- Shifty hands and thirsty eyes
- And they can smell your fear like blood
- Oh my weary soul
- We’ve met your kind before
- Set fire to us all
- And oh sweet providence
- Come save us from ourselves
- From hell and consequence
The Remedy - Puscifer
- Yes, we’re being condescending
- Yes, that means were talking down to you
- With all that racket from your lips a-flapping
- We assumed you didn't notice
- Haters, isolators, no one misses these
- Bitches receive stitches
- Trolls receive 86’s
- You speak like someone who has never been
- Smacked in the fucking mouth
- That’s OK, we have the remedy
- You speak like someone who has never been
- Knocked the fuck on out
- But we have your remedy
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