El Baile Obscuro
Lizzy "Borden" Theen
Traumatised Youth Determined to Embrace Life
Name: Lizzy “Borden” Theen
Quote: “Living in fear of death isn’t living at all.”
Mental Attributes: Intelligence 1, Wits 2, Resolve 3
Physical Attributes: Strength 3, Dexterity 2, Stamina 3
Social Attributes: Presence 3, Manipulation 3, Composure 1
Mental Skills: Computer 2, Crafts 1, Occult 1
Physical Skills: Athletics 2, Brawl 1, Stealth 1, Weapon 3
Social Skills: Empathy 3, Expression 3 (dance), Intimidation 2 (unsettle through contrast), Persuasion 2, Streetwise 1 (safe harbor)
Merits: Striking Looks 2, Iron Stomach, Frenzied Assault 1, Haunt (Utility) 2
Keys: Passion, Phantasmal
Manifestations: Shroud 3
Ceremonies: Danse Macabre 4
He fancied himself, among other things, an artist, and his calling card in life was the charming display of bodies in such a way that the person who walked into the room that contained them would think they’d wandered into hell. He was dramatic, but exceptionally careful that the only remains left were those of his victims, mind, though his trip up moment was when he saw a charming young girl dancing on television and was impressed by her performance to the point that he wanted to know what she thought of his his “work”.
Which is why he looked her up in the phonebook, broke into the house, and tried to make his masterpiece out of her family. Having become bored with the “reviews” in the newspapers, he was so carried away that he left his most prized possession farther from himself than he’d normally risk, for it was most dear to him even as prized possessions go, and not hearing her come in, the girl who couldn’t even scream upon seeing the horrors before her picked said possession up and tried in a mad frenzy to meet his head with it.
He noticed her just in time and turned to see himself nearly separated from the mortal coil by a child, though his reflexes gave him just enough time to move in such a way that it merely dug into his shoulder blade, though aided by the sort of strength only madness can provide, the well sharpened weapon halfway took his arm off and made even more of a mess when he tried to get her to let go while it was still embedded. Met with the kind of physical pain he’d only inflicted on others, he could do nothing more than run out the door when the weapon finally dislodged, leaving even it behind in his mad panic.
His whereabouts are still unknown to authorities, though rumor has it he escaped to the south.