Str-2 Int-1 Pre-3
Dex-3 Wit-3 Man-2
Sta-3 Res-2 Com-2
Occult-1 (Urban Legends)
4-Momento: Deathmask (The FaceGun)
2-Haunt (Utility-1, Plasma-1)
Keys: Industrial, Passion
Manifestation: Boneyard **, Marionete *
Keystone – Shatterflame
The Forgotten (Death by Chance)
Keys: Pyre-Flame, Passion
An 18-inch long shard of jagged glass, melted along one edge, razor sharp along the other. Looking through it, you can see the twisted burning wreckage of a school bus The scent of oily smoke trails after it if you slash it through the air.
Deathmask – The GunFace
The Torn (Death by Violence)
Rolando has no idea what the providence of this Deathmask is. Only that it was uncovered from under the floorboards in room 17B, and his geist knew exactly where he could find it. The deathmask takes the form of a gold and perl gun, flattened and twisted into a caricature of it’s normal form, with the shape of a sneering face formed from the heat-warped curves and the profile of the mask combined. Rolando currently wears it as literal bling, hanging from a gold chain around his neck where it can be easily lifted to his face like a gaudy tacky ThugBoy Phantom of the Opera mask.
When wearing the mask, Rolando can see, in gory specific detail, vivid hallucinations of what someone’s absolute most feared/worst way of dying is as of that moment. While their standard Worst Fear Death would generally be displayed, most people with a gun pointed at them will exhibit multiple smoking bullet wounds.
A few changes of clothes
Scavenged tool set
Rolando ran away from home when he was 12. Or was kicked out. It was never too clear, and he didn’t bother sticking around to get the facts straight. Short version: A father who was never sure this kid was actually his son, a mother who ODed when he was five, a series of stepmothers who didn’t like a kid underfoot, and no one wanting to spend time with a boy who was only too happy to tell you that you were going to die, or that your dead husband was still pissed at you.
Before his death, Rolando was a careful hustler and street thief, considering every angle and potential downside to an action before carrying through on it. This abundance of caution kept him safe, sane, un-addicted, and non-dead through seven years of living on the streets. Now that he’s died once, though… There doesn’t seem to be much reason to keep holding back so much. There’s a lot of pent up resentment and envy from his bringing up that’s been getting unleashed. Indulgence is the name of the game. Anything he gets his hands on, food, cash, booze, is gone through as quickly as it arrives. Some part of him realizes he’ll have to start managing the money he’s bringing in eventually, but for now… fuck it. You only live half a dozen times, and he’s already wasted one life. No sense to waste his second. Maybe after a second or third death, he’ll slow down. Maybe.
Rolando is a mixed Cuban/‘Who the Hell Knows’ 19 year old street kid. Tight, wirey build, short cropped curly hair, and an infectious chipped-tooth grin. He dresses flashy when he wants to be noticed, and in tanktops, hoodies, and jeans when he wants to blend in. Regardless of fashion, his clothes are always worn, third hand, and on their last legs, even when immaculately clean.
The Shattered Child
Dozens of massive shards of glass spin slowly in the air, surrounding and nearly obscuring the floating body of a child. Gender unclear, clothes ragged and torn, blood drops floating away at a glacier pace. Somewhere between 10 and 13 years old. Blond, perhaps brown haired. The spinning fragments of glass never allow a clear look at him. instead, they reflect the similarly slow movements of roaring flames, billowing oil-smoke, and vehicular explosions. The whole effect is one of a child soaring in Gun-Fu style slow motion through a cloud of shimmering glass, never reaching the end of their arch.
Someday. Not today.
Aside from piecing together the events of his death and fucking with his ex-John, Rolando’s mainly been re-exploring Orlando with his new eyes, getting a lay of the land, and trying to figure out where his life should go from here. It’s obvious that he isn’t The Shattered Child’s first Sin-Eater experience, though the non-verbalized images and urges he receives from his Geist lead him to believe that the previous Bondings were short-lived affairs. (The distinct impression Rolando’s gotten is that he’s the first Bond his geist has made with someone over the age of 15…)