[Desolation] Sister Red (Red Bean) -- Hocus

[solyrflair]

Name: Red Bean, or Sister Red to her students/disiples


Playbook: Hocus


Look:


Female (androgynous), scrounged vestments, ascetic face, burning eyes, small lanky body


Stats:


Cool=0 Hard+1 Hot-1 Sharp+1 Weird+3


Basic Moves:


(All)


Peripheral Moves:


Insight


Ask followers what to do, gain +1 while following that course


Augury


roll+wierd


Hocus Moves:


Fortunes


Roll +fortune


10+ Followers have surplus (~27%)


7-9 Followers have surplus, but choose 1 want (~46%)


Miss Followers are in want (~27%)


Barter is personal share


Divine Protection


+1 armour (if armor worn, use that rating)


Fucking Wacknut


Weird +3


Charismatic


roll+weird when you try to manipulate someone instead of roll+hot


Frenzy


roll+weird when you speak the truth to a crowd


10+ Hold 3


7-9 Hold 1


Miss The mob turns on you


- Bring people forward and deliver them


- Bring forward all their precious things


- Unite and fight as a gang (2-harm, 0-armour size appropriate)


- Fall into an orgy of uninhibited emotion (fucking, lamenting, fighting, sharing, celebrating, as you choose)


- Go quietly back to their lives


Followers: (Zenists of Red Bean)


21 Students of Sister Red (currently diseased)


Fortune+2


Surplus: 2-barter, growth


Want: judgement, disease


- Eager, Enthusiastic, Successful Recruiters (Surplus +growth)


- Hard-working, No-Nonsense (Surplus +1barter)


- I am theirs to follow (want judgement instead of dessertion)


- Disdain fashion, luxury & convention (Want +disease)


- Involved in successful commerce (+1fortune)


NPC Followers*: Piccolo, Tusk, Ready-Ed, Charra, Millie, Harry, Queenie, Penny


*These are just names. You are free to use as followers of Sister Red in your stories. MC may use these names for future followers as well.


Deceased: 1 (Ollie)


Crap:


Fashion to meet the look


Oddments worth 5-barter


Hx:


Graves (Hardholder-m) Hx+1


Hooper (Faceless-f) Hx+3


Ryoma (Battlebabe-f) Hx+2


Claire (Skinner-f) Hx+1


Koch (Gunlugger-f) Hx+1


Fauci (Savvyhead-m) Hx+2


Buzz (Angel-m) Hx+2


Ex:


X X X ø ø


Improvements:


Get a new Hocus Move (Charismatic)


Get a new Hocus Move (Frenzy)


Choose a new option for your followers (+1 Fortune)

 

[solyrflair]

The Maelstrom


The Maelstrom is a constant storm of rage, hard as steel and sharp as razors. It collects piercing screams and crystal sharp images, some reflections of what has passed and some are images of the current, but some are dreams of what might come to be. There are millions of these, all thrown at you at the same time, like buffeting winds in a driving rainfall. They will push you about and get you lost if you don't know how to move in the storm.


For Red Bean, the anger, pain, and sorrow that makes up the raging maelstrom is at the far edges of her world, she has learned to keep her distance from that barrier that tears so many minds to pieces. The images move against her as a mixture of sound and touch and taste and sight. Most are unfamiliar, but she sometimes catches a glimpse of something familiar and she can focus on that for a moment. Sometimes she can trace it to something close to that image, a friend or neighbour associated with the first, and step through the images buffeting her mind until she finds something she can focus on.


Red Bean assumes these are the dreams of the ghosts and spirits trapped on this side of the maelstrom, those who can't cross. She is seeing what they see in a strange sense, hearing what they hear. O sometimes it is something from long ago, a memory. And others it is a dream of what they wish to come. It is hard to tell, there is just too much of it to focus on anything too long, like trying to move with the gusts of wind that move you violently and then move elsewhere.


When she opens to the maelstrom, her muscles become rigid and will sometimes twitch slightly. Her head tilts upward, her eyes open wide, her mouth opens as if to call out but no sound comes. Her eyelids flicker over her eyes. Her hands will ball into fists, then spasm open as her fingers splay wide. She has seen a ghost watching her, so she knows the sight is strange to look at. She is vaguely aware of what is happening around her, but there is too much else that she is seeing, and hearing, and tasting, and feeling, to focus on her own body.