Aed

Aed

• Stats
• Hooks
• Overview
• Gallery
• Behind the Face
• Equipment
• Contacts
• Stereotype

Stats

Full Name:	Aed A. Alexander
Race:	Mage
Faction:	Traditions
Tribe:	Verbena
Date of Birth:	December 22, 1975
Age:	46
Height:	6'3"
Weight:	165lbs
Eye Colour:	Brown
Hair Colour:	Brown
Demeanor:	Survivor
Photo Reference:	Nikolaj Coster-Waldau
Theme Song:	Des Roc ~ Used To The Darkness

Overview

Perception:	Specialty: Sharp Senses
Linguistics:
Resources
Merits
Spark of Life	Life finds a way.
Flaws
Criminal Record

Behind the Face

Hooks

• Ex-Con: just released after doing 16 years for arson.
• Verbena: that old time religion. It's who he did the time for - his previous cabal.
• Career Criminal: not everyone gets to be beautiful, rich and perfect.

Gallery

Equipment

Contacts

- Oaths were sworn. Sacrifice has meaning. Debts will be repaid.

Stereotype

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	Focus, determination, and in the end, an apolitical approach to being exterminated. That's a problematic worldview.
	The newer religious folk have the power and none of the message. Dig deeper, find the real deal. If you erase the histories of the conquered, you lose your roots.
	Retreating into one's mind and memories via drugs, sex and enthusiastic attendance at festivals isn't progress. It just "feels" like it.
	You are being erased and I understand that kind of pain. You can, should and must fight them harder. Blood remembers blood.
	You almost have the point. Almost, not quite, though. Starting at the top and working your way down is a better approach to celestial assassinations.

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	Don't pretend you own the patent on suffering. Cope, don't mope, and fight like you're gonna die if you lose - because you will.
	Your glory days are over; adapt, resist or perish. Good luck with that.
	Making progress at the expense of cultural adaptation isn't working - build better communities, not power armor and lightsabers.
	Exactly the kind of people who can change the world - once we stop fighting amongst ourselves.
	It's not that I don't trust them - it's that they can't trust us. Build a better bridge, we cross it together; build a wall, one of us has to break it for us to talk. Your move.

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You should have finished the job. I know what has to be done. You taught me how. Welcome to prison. All of the first stories of your kind meeting ours were cautionary tales - why would you ever think we should feel comfortable in your presence? We learned our lesson. Must we teach one? All myths are true, to a given value of both "myth" and "true". And "all".

I get it - blood is life. What I don't get - needing any sort of pretense beyond "I don't want to starve" for a political structure. We could work together - or you can starve when you're exposed and running. Make a wise choice. The only part of you that can burn in Hell is the part of you that can't let go. I understand that quite a lot and know you know it better than anyone else could or will. Teach.. or vanish. We have no time for anything else. The planet deserves better. Remind them, the despoilers, of why mankind built their homes out of stone and lit up the night - bring back the terror of darkness and the sounds of revenge. You've earned it. They didn't.