[Exalted] Too much free time
There was no real reason for me to make this; I don't know of any Exalted games I could get in on, and Kaled's not going away at Gate. I felt like it anyway, and I had the time.
NameMagda Newmoon
ConceptHeartbreaking songstress and herald of futility.
MotivationBe loved by all.
UrgeChain all the West to love of the Endless Desert.
DescriptionA beautiful young lady in black whose eyes contain flickering silver fire.
Strength●●○○○Charisma●●●●●Perception●●○○○
Dexterity●●●●○Manipulation●●○○○Intelligence●●○○○
Stamina●●●○○Appearance●●●●○Wits●●●○○
Slayer casteMalefactor casteDefiler caste
Archery●●●●○Integrity●●●○○Craft○○○○○
Martial Arts○○○○○Performance●●●●●Investigation○○○○○
Melee○○○○○Presence●●●○○Lore●●○○○
Thrown○○○○○Resistance○○○○○Medicine○○○○○
War○○○○○Survival○○○○○Occult●●●○○
Scourge casteFiend casteYozis
Athletics○○○○○Bureaucracy●●○○○Malfeas
Awareness●○○○○Linguistics●●○○○Cecelyne
Dodge●○○○○Ride●●●○○She Who Lives in Her Name
Larceny○○○○○Sail●○○○○Adorjan
Stealth○○○○○Socialize●●●○○Ebon Dragon
Artifact●●●○○An acid-rime small powerbow from the demonic panoplies of Cecelyne.
Backing (Cecelyne)●○○○○Access to the resources of Cecelyne's demonic host.
Cult●●○○○Worship through her personally cultivated Yozi cult, the Bittersweet Celebrants.
Familiar (Demonic)●●●○○An especially trusty agata mount able to harness its loyalty to Magda to travel unassisted from Malfeas to Creation at her call.
Followers●●●○○The Bittersweet Celebrants.
Influence (Cecelyne)●○○○○Minor fame among Cecelynian demons as one of her personal Chosen.
Influence (The West)●●○○○Her growing influence as the mistress of the Bittersweet Celebrants.
Resources●●●○○The livelihood provided for her by her worshippers.
Essence●●●○○○○○○○Willpower●●●●●●○○○○
Personal Essence15Compassion●●●○○Conviction●●●○○
Peripheral Essence36Temperance●●○○○Valor●○○○○
Virtue FlawCompassionTormentA skin-flaying tornado of razor sand, inflicting (successes on a roll of Magda's Essence) in lethal damage against which unnatural soak is not applicable; also strikes the object of any intimacies Cecelyne does not approve of.
IntimaciesLanguages
Being loved●●●○○Seatongue
Claiming the hearts of her faithful●●●○○Riverspeak
Her loyal agata●●●○○Old Realm
First Cecelyne ExcellencyReflexive (1/2)Add dice to actions resonating with the nature of the Endless Desert.
First Cecelyne ExcellencyReflexive (1/2)Add dice to actions resonating with the nature of the Endless Desert.
First Cecelyne ExcellencyReflexive (1/2)Add dice to actions resonating with the nature of the Endless Desert.
Hardened Devil BodyPermanentEmbody a fraction of Malfeas's transcendence of injury, adding three -2 health levels and one -4 health level.
Transcendent Desert CreaturePermanentBecome at home in places of desolation, and immune to non-magical tracking.
Sands Through Fingers DefenseReflexive (2)Perfectly dodge physical attacks by briefly dematerializing into a mass of sand.
Verdant Emptiness EndowmentSimpleAnswer expressed dissatisfaction or wishes by granting the remedy, claiming a hold on a favor from the target.
Sorcerous Enlightenment of CecelynePermanentComprehend a shard of mad supernal wisdom and become capable of Shape Emerald Circle Sorcery actions.
Slave-Spawn SummonsEmerald Circle SpellSummon and bind a first circle demon.
Commanding the Slave VesselEmerald Circle SpellAwaken a ship's figurehead to operate the ship without the need for a crew.
Magda Newmoon was born in the city of Onyx, capital of the Skullstone Archipelago. She was blessed with a beautiful voice and appearance, and it didn't take long for her to seek and receive regular roles in the necrodramas of the Theatre Macabre. As she performed in the plays, she gained in fame, and was able to meet all manner of movers and shakers in the Silver Prince's domain, but her heart ached to meet the greatest hero of the islands bar the skull lord himself, Moray Darktide. When word came that Darktide had time to return to Darkmist Isle for a brief time, and would be attending one of the very plays where Magda had somehow received the grace of a leading role (one that traditionally required a living actress), her heart overflowed with expectation. The weight on her shoulders became much heavier and more burdensome, however, when one of the Silver Prince's deathknights took advantage of his privilege to attend rehearsal, and took a liking to the girl. He grew drunker as the night went on, until he took Magda aside and confided in her his stirring doubts about the New Order - and the terrible things he claimed to have seen on a secret island in the chain. Magda wasn't sure what to think, but somehow, the words cracked a tiny fissure of doubt in her own mind, and she could not shake what she had been told. She had to warn Moray Darktide, when he came; to discover what rotten seed was growing roots in the Bodhisattva's domain.
When the curtain rose, though, Magda's nerve did not. Her voice and her beauty were enough to capture the heart of the Solar champion in one performance, to stir it so that he would listen to her potentially seditious words, to spark a rebellion that would crack the Silver Prince in twain. But she could not bear it. When she stepped out on stage, and she saw the great man in the balcony, smiling and waiting eagerly for a long-awaited performance, she turned and ran. The show went on with her understudy, and her performance was so grand that she was assured no black marks in her book. But she would not have a commanding role again, and worse, she could never shake from her dreams what else she had missed out on. She had lost Moray Darktide. He was sailing out of port again only a day later.
In her dreams, only one thing cut the sadness. A beautiful dancer, who in that dreamlike way she also knew to be a silver flame, enticed her and drew her in. It encouraged her. Its dances told her not to give up hope. They told her she was special. That she could do great things. That her song could change the world, if it only had the right tenor. And that she could have the right tenor... if she would sing the gospel of a new and returning age. One night, she went to bed, and she did not wake up for some time, and the silver flame devoured her.
And she devoured the silver flame.
Her heart ached to see her homeland any longer, and so the silver flame inside her told her that she could leave, and she did. Her heart ached to see others finding love in the world, and the silver flame told her that she could steal the spotlight and be the one they loved, and she did. Her heart ached to see others finding love with each other, and the silver flame told her that she could steal that love and take it for herself, and she did. Her heart ached not to feel there was something more, and the silver flame told her that there was something more waiting for her, if she would cross the sea, and she did. And the sea was acid, and the sound was a carnival of music, and the wind that blew the mast was razors and suffering.
What happened there, in the crucible of Malfeas, shattered Magda Newmoon's heart and sewed it back together. It filled her throat with a new music, one that she now knew she had to spread, to share with Creation. Inside the music was a sound, and inside the sound was a thought, and inside the thought was a seed, and inside the seed was only emptiness. She knew the most beautiful songs, the songs of truth and necessity, the songs of love and loss, the songs of inward despair.
She sings them, and what they attract are not songbirds.
NameMagda Newmoon
ConceptHeartbreaking songstress and herald of futility.
MotivationBe loved by all.
UrgeChain all the West to love of the Endless Desert.
DescriptionA beautiful young lady in black whose eyes contain flickering silver fire.
Strength●●○○○Charisma●●●●●Perception●●○○○
Dexterity●●●●○Manipulation●●○○○Intelligence●●○○○
Stamina●●●○○Appearance●●●●○Wits●●●○○
Slayer casteMalefactor casteDefiler caste
Archery●●●●○Integrity●●●○○Craft○○○○○
Martial Arts○○○○○Performance●●●●●Investigation○○○○○
Melee○○○○○Presence●●●○○Lore●●○○○
Thrown○○○○○Resistance○○○○○Medicine○○○○○
War○○○○○Survival○○○○○Occult●●●○○
Scourge casteFiend casteYozis
Athletics○○○○○Bureaucracy●●○○○Malfeas
Awareness●○○○○Linguistics●●○○○Cecelyne
Dodge●○○○○Ride●●●○○She Who Lives in Her Name
Larceny○○○○○Sail●○○○○Adorjan
Stealth○○○○○Socialize●●●○○Ebon Dragon
Artifact●●●○○An acid-rime small powerbow from the demonic panoplies of Cecelyne.
Backing (Cecelyne)●○○○○Access to the resources of Cecelyne's demonic host.
Cult●●○○○Worship through her personally cultivated Yozi cult, the Bittersweet Celebrants.
Familiar (Demonic)●●●○○An especially trusty agata mount able to harness its loyalty to Magda to travel unassisted from Malfeas to Creation at her call.
Followers●●●○○The Bittersweet Celebrants.
Influence (Cecelyne)●○○○○Minor fame among Cecelynian demons as one of her personal Chosen.
Influence (The West)●●○○○Her growing influence as the mistress of the Bittersweet Celebrants.
Resources●●●○○The livelihood provided for her by her worshippers.
Essence●●●○○○○○○○Willpower●●●●●●○○○○
Personal Essence15Compassion●●●○○Conviction●●●○○
Peripheral Essence36Temperance●●○○○Valor●○○○○
Virtue FlawCompassionTormentA skin-flaying tornado of razor sand, inflicting (successes on a roll of Magda's Essence) in lethal damage against which unnatural soak is not applicable; also strikes the object of any intimacies Cecelyne does not approve of.
IntimaciesLanguages
Being loved●●●○○Seatongue
Claiming the hearts of her faithful●●●○○Riverspeak
Her loyal agata●●●○○Old Realm
First Cecelyne ExcellencyReflexive (1/2)Add dice to actions resonating with the nature of the Endless Desert.
First Cecelyne ExcellencyReflexive (1/2)Add dice to actions resonating with the nature of the Endless Desert.
First Cecelyne ExcellencyReflexive (1/2)Add dice to actions resonating with the nature of the Endless Desert.
Hardened Devil BodyPermanentEmbody a fraction of Malfeas's transcendence of injury, adding three -2 health levels and one -4 health level.
Transcendent Desert CreaturePermanentBecome at home in places of desolation, and immune to non-magical tracking.
Sands Through Fingers DefenseReflexive (2)Perfectly dodge physical attacks by briefly dematerializing into a mass of sand.
Verdant Emptiness EndowmentSimpleAnswer expressed dissatisfaction or wishes by granting the remedy, claiming a hold on a favor from the target.
Sorcerous Enlightenment of CecelynePermanentComprehend a shard of mad supernal wisdom and become capable of Shape Emerald Circle Sorcery actions.
Slave-Spawn SummonsEmerald Circle SpellSummon and bind a first circle demon.
Commanding the Slave VesselEmerald Circle SpellAwaken a ship's figurehead to operate the ship without the need for a crew.
Magda Newmoon was born in the city of Onyx, capital of the Skullstone Archipelago. She was blessed with a beautiful voice and appearance, and it didn't take long for her to seek and receive regular roles in the necrodramas of the Theatre Macabre. As she performed in the plays, she gained in fame, and was able to meet all manner of movers and shakers in the Silver Prince's domain, but her heart ached to meet the greatest hero of the islands bar the skull lord himself, Moray Darktide. When word came that Darktide had time to return to Darkmist Isle for a brief time, and would be attending one of the very plays where Magda had somehow received the grace of a leading role (one that traditionally required a living actress), her heart overflowed with expectation. The weight on her shoulders became much heavier and more burdensome, however, when one of the Silver Prince's deathknights took advantage of his privilege to attend rehearsal, and took a liking to the girl. He grew drunker as the night went on, until he took Magda aside and confided in her his stirring doubts about the New Order - and the terrible things he claimed to have seen on a secret island in the chain. Magda wasn't sure what to think, but somehow, the words cracked a tiny fissure of doubt in her own mind, and she could not shake what she had been told. She had to warn Moray Darktide, when he came; to discover what rotten seed was growing roots in the Bodhisattva's domain.
When the curtain rose, though, Magda's nerve did not. Her voice and her beauty were enough to capture the heart of the Solar champion in one performance, to stir it so that he would listen to her potentially seditious words, to spark a rebellion that would crack the Silver Prince in twain. But she could not bear it. When she stepped out on stage, and she saw the great man in the balcony, smiling and waiting eagerly for a long-awaited performance, she turned and ran. The show went on with her understudy, and her performance was so grand that she was assured no black marks in her book. But she would not have a commanding role again, and worse, she could never shake from her dreams what else she had missed out on. She had lost Moray Darktide. He was sailing out of port again only a day later.
In her dreams, only one thing cut the sadness. A beautiful dancer, who in that dreamlike way she also knew to be a silver flame, enticed her and drew her in. It encouraged her. Its dances told her not to give up hope. They told her she was special. That she could do great things. That her song could change the world, if it only had the right tenor. And that she could have the right tenor... if she would sing the gospel of a new and returning age. One night, she went to bed, and she did not wake up for some time, and the silver flame devoured her.
And she devoured the silver flame.
Her heart ached to see her homeland any longer, and so the silver flame inside her told her that she could leave, and she did. Her heart ached to see others finding love in the world, and the silver flame told her that she could steal the spotlight and be the one they loved, and she did. Her heart ached to see others finding love with each other, and the silver flame told her that she could steal that love and take it for herself, and she did. Her heart ached not to feel there was something more, and the silver flame told her that there was something more waiting for her, if she would cross the sea, and she did. And the sea was acid, and the sound was a carnival of music, and the wind that blew the mast was razors and suffering.
What happened there, in the crucible of Malfeas, shattered Magda Newmoon's heart and sewed it back together. It filled her throat with a new music, one that she now knew she had to spread, to share with Creation. Inside the music was a sound, and inside the sound was a thought, and inside the thought was a seed, and inside the seed was only emptiness. She knew the most beautiful songs, the songs of truth and necessity, the songs of love and loss, the songs of inward despair.
She sings them, and what they attract are not songbirds.