Morvan Surcouf
Nerves crept through Morvan's veins at an agonizing pace. He was not well-prepared to deal with vengeful ghosts, though perhaps if this one had a physical vessel he would manage. Hopefully they would have a more concrete plan by the time they got to the opera. Nothing to do now...
Morvan Surcouf
The quiet and contemplative cart ride bought them to the Paris headquarters which Morvan had visited previously. It was well adorned and equipped. They were to meet for a meeting soon enough, but had a short time to themselves. Morvan found the nearest sink and washed his face...
Morvan Surcouf
A quick look outside of the gardens into the quiet street calmed Morvan's nerves. If anyone was nearby while the group fought, they clearly didn't want to be involved. That's when Morvan remembered landing on someone behind the hedges. Thinking he must have been forgotten there...
There was a sudden coagulating force in the air, the mystery group hopped into a portal. Morvan looked around for any stragglers, but could not spot any. A seeping anger dripped onto Morvan's head from an invisible well. He snatched some of his patience up, and plugged the well for now. It was...
Morvan Surcouf
By the escalating mayhem heard from beyond the hedge , Morvan though it likely he had adequate cover to peek out unseen. He poked his head beneath the hedge and saw Ms. LaFrae approaching the caster at speed. The energy in the air was swirling about, chaotic patterns emerging...
Morvan Surcouf
The muse being the murderer? If the inventor summoned some sort of spirit, it's possible it was the cause of his own death.
Morvan had little time to ponder, as a silver bolt thunked into the ceiling. Many appropriate questions about why this group had come and why they were so...
Morvan Surcouf
Stormy waves crashed against Morvan's mind, and attempts to break through the storm were failing. As he moved out of Lilith's way, all his senses opened fully overloading his mind's preoccupation. He saw the others in the room carefully sifting through the dead man's clutter. One...
Morvan
Thaddeus, who seemed to be serving as a leader of sorts, offered his hand to Morvan. He clasped it with an even grip, and felt a flow of trepidation pass through him. It clearly jolted from the Thaddeus's hand. Unable to make proper sense of the sensation, Morvan tried to center himself...
Morvan
The natural grease on Morvan's skin felt like a stain this morning. That's what led to him walking through Paris rubbing at his face. His handkerchief felt like it was just spreading the grease around, so he swapped to the hand to pant method. He wore a casual breton outfit, a brown base...
A crowd of people larger than Sven could imagine was slowly forming for some sort of viewing. Talking about some sort of light show. Sven thought it would likely be too far for his vision to capture, and wandered off to find some small nook to sleep in. As Sven started down the main street, he...
Just to be clear, if accepted each player will have 2-3 roles correct? If so, is that 500 character minimum across multiple roles? Or is it compounded for each role you are responsible for?
Morvan Surcouf
Description: An athletic 6'3", Morvan fills his frame well with strong musculature. He tries to keep his dark brown hair managed, but can only seem to manage a "partially groomed" look. Morvan's dark blue eyes can seem somewhat vacant. Either lost in his head, or staring past...