Blood On The Petals

CASTE

Eclipse

ATTRIBUTES

Strength 1
Dexterity 5
Stamina 3

Charisma 4
Mamipulation 2
Appearance 7 (Raised by committed charms)

Perception 4
Intelligence 2
Wits 3

ABILITIES

Archery 0
Athletics (dancing) 4
Awareness 0
Brawl 0
Bureaucracy 1
Craft 0
Dodge (dancing) 5
Integrity 0
Investigation (contacts) 2
Larceny 0
Linguistics (poetry) 3
Lore 0
Martial Arts 0
Medicine 0
Melee 0
Occult 0
Performance 5
Presence (seduction) 5
Resistance 0
Ride 2
Sail 3
Socialize 3
Stealth 0
Survival 0
Thrown 0
War 0

MERITS

Artifact (thorns) •••
Contacts •
Familiar (Attar of Rose, talking monkey of Halta) •••
Influence ••
Language (Old Realm) •

INTIMACIES

Defining Tie: Familiar (Secretly Terrifying)

Major Tie: Pirate Captain Client (Friendship)
Major Tie: Local Priest (Enemy, Respect)

Major Principle: “Those who love me are contemptible.”

CHARMS

Monkey Leap Technique

Reed in the Wind
Dust Motes Whirling

Masterful Performance Exercise
Graceful Reed Dancing
Battle-Dancer Method
Thousand Courtesan Ways*
Celestial Bliss Trick

Harmonious Presence Meditation
Listener-Swaying Argument
Majestic Radiant Presence
Threefold Magnetic Ardor
Awakened Carnal Demiurge*
Rose-Lipped Seduction Style

Mastery of Small Manners

*Committed Charms

Willpower 5
Essence 1

Personal 13
Peripheral 23
Committed 10

BACKGROUND

Blood on the Petals shares their history with no one. "How could such things matter? The now is eternal. The now is here, with us, beneath this silken net." What is known is that they arrived in Randan a year ago and immediately took up residence in a fretwork pagoda overlooking the harbor. Ineffably beautiful, irresistibly alluring, they have become a fixture of Randan culture, one of the jewels of the city. Their client list ranges from the low to the highest, with men, women, and tya of the city visiting the pagoda openly and without shame. Their prices may be exorbitant, but one never haggles with a courtesan of this evident quality.

Blood on the Petals seems to have no motivation other than the cultivation of their own beauty and encouraging the appreciation of their radiance. Yet at night, under the tent of the stars, their monkey Attar of Rose whispers of other things, of destinies unfulfilled and of what their beauty might mean to the world. Mostly, Blood on the Petals simply rolls over on their mat and closes their eyes. "Speak to me no more of the future," they beseech. "The now is here, the now is with us. Can this not be enough?"

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