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Name: Dex Foster
Age: 24
Setting: Dex comes from a far away and mysterious land called “Seattle.” Okay, so not so much on the mysterious. She was born and raised in the Pacific Northwest, in a version of Earth largely dissimilar from our own. Of course, not entirely so. As she’s only recently found out, there’s a lot more beneath the surface than most people realize, a teeming world of darkness and danger.
For beyond what we all know, there are monsters in the shadows, and sometimes the shadows literally are the monsters themselves. At the same time, there are forces working against these terrors, the most prominent being the Brotherhood of Silver, a centuries old organization that fights to protect humanity with every breath. And they fight hard. For there are other powers beyond simple monsters, and black-eyed nightmares that threaten the very concept of humanity.
History: For about 23 years, not very much interesting happened in Dex’s life. She went to school. She had a little sister, and an over-pressuring mother. She liked cars and motorcycles and dying her hair and girls more than her family would want her to. And she didn’t really like doing her homework. When her dad died of a massive heart attack on a morning job, things only got worse. She shut down for a few years, ignored her responsibilities outside of her part time job, and ended up flunking out of high school.
Her mother was less than thrilled. Her mother, in fact, kicked her out of the house. Dex was lucky enough to have bonded tightly with her boss, Angelo, who let her stay at his apartment and gave her a full time job to cover the costs. She got herself a GED and was living a happy if not terribly interesting life as a mechanic, and even built herself up a lime green Kawasaki Ninja to ride around on. Her love life was a bit sparse, but she was doing fine.
Then one night, driving around the U Village, a shadow ran across the road and she very nearly died. Because this was more than just an unfortunately timed pedestrian – it was one of the Shadow People, spiritual vampires that suck life and joy and emotion and exist solely as walking figments of darkness. One came for her, and it was only due to timely and half-remembered intervention that she survived. She woke up in a free clinic, under the hands of a Dr. Winters and his lovely assistant, and then woke up again hours later still in her own apartment, with no idea how she got there.
This would not stand.
Instead, Dex started hunting. She tracked down Dr. Winters and his clinic, and she demanded answers. And in the process, she was nearly killed again, this time by a mob of shadowy figures, one in particular with obsidian claws and glowing red eyes. Once again, she barely survived. This time, though, she got her answers. Winters was the leader of the local cell of the Brotherhood of Silver. They fought monsters. And the only way she was going to be safe, the only way she could stand against the creatures that were now hounding her, was if she joined them and learned to fight. Winters didn’t force her, but with more and more nightmares coming for her, she knew that there was no choice.
Then, on her first big mission with the group, she watched a good man die. That same red-eyed shadow drove a hand through his chest, killing him instantly, and at the same time it Ascended. It went from Shadow Person to the far more nightmarish Black Eyed Child, an eldritch terror with the face of a twelve-year-old. The creature vanished, the rest of the team escaped, but now she has blood on her hands and the knowledge of death waiting around every corner.
For the past few months she has been trying desperately to learn. To learn how to fight, and to learn how to survive. It’s just a matter of seeing how far it takes her.
Personality: If there is a single word to describe Dex Foster, it’s probably, well, “awkward.” Confidence is not one of her strong suits, and it never really has been. With an overbearing mother lurking over her head, quietly disapproving of her orientation and generally butch choice of look, not to mention a pretty little princess sister who got spoiled rotten, her home life didn’t exactly foster her a sense of high self-esteem. Couple that with the generally unfriendly atmosphere of High School, especially to those who are different, and sometimes it was a remarkable effort just for her to get out of bed.
Ever since getting her GED and taking up full time work at the Bugliosi Garage, she hasn’t exactly been a social butterfly, either. Her most frequent contacts are her coworkers, the clients that come in, and the baristas at the local Starbucks. One of her few remaining friends from High School is recently on a post-college tour of Europe and the only other thing she has close to a real friend, other than Angelo himself, is one of her college English professors, Caitlin Cole. So talking to people, especially pretty girl-shaped people, doesn’t exactly go well for her.
She tends to cover up her insecurities with humor and dry sarcasm, more than anything. She tends to be a bit emotionally closed off and doesn’t like showing people how she’s really feeling, especially if those emotions are strong or particularly negative. Years of repression have left her a bit of a temper, which tends to burst out at the most entirely awkward moments after holding back her irritation. Not a healthy management method. She also absolutely hates crying and will do anything she can to avoid it, and especially anything she can to keep other people from seeing her do it.
That said, when she’s on an even-keel and with people she’s comfortable with, she tends to just be “One of the Bros”. She likes fast cars and video games and movies with Jessica Alba in them, as well as really geeky things like Transformers and comic books. She’s something of a nerd, frankly, who reads Dante’s Inferno and Ultimate Spider-man in her free time, and tends to plan her calendar more religiously around her favorite TV shows than her actual work schedule.
Abilities: None really to speak of. She knows how to use a gun fairly well, and she’s had some rudimentary training in hand-to-hand combat under the tutelage of two master martial artists and an ex-Soviet military agent, among others. So she can handle herself in a scrap. She’s also a deft hand with a crowbar, more out of necessity than anything, but it’s what she feels comfortable with.
As a mechanic, she’s quite good at fixing things, but her primarily focus tends to be vehicles. She’s also a very good driver. Not that either of those will probably serve her that well in a Garden, but…
Other than that, she is a painfully normal 20-something 5’4” girl.
Sample: [For a long moment there is just a shot of a skinny girl with vividly green hair in ratty jeans and a leather jacket sitting on the ground beneath a tree, her face pressed into her hands airing across the Vine. She doesn’t seem to be emotional so much as taking slow, deep breaths. There is, one might notice, a black iron crowbar across her lap with flakes of red paint clinging to the metal surface.
Finally she looks up, a decidedly unhappy expression on her face. She stares up at the sky high above, chewing on her bottom lip. Then she shakes her head.]
It would be really great if I could go a few months without waking up some place I don’t remember being. That would be really awesome if that could start happening for me. Is anyone listening?
[When there is an enduring silence, she slumps back down against the trunk of the tree with her arms crossed protectively in front of herself. One hand comes up to idly tug at a lock of hair in front of her face. She mumbles something about a “haircut”, barely audible.]
At least it’s not Shadow People. Somehow I get the feeling they aren’t a bunch of creepy florists.
[Finally she turns to the mirror and gives it her full attention. Her expression seems almost pained for a second before she sets her jaw in a look of obvious indignation and displeasure.]
And, hey, if anyone’s out there watching this? Through this...mirror thing? You’re creepy. You’re creepy, and I hate you, and you’d better let me go or...or things aren’t gonna be pretty around here, okay? They’re just not. I’ve dealt with ninjas, I’m not afraid of you!
[Seemingly satisfied, she relaxes down again, though her expression is still highly grumpy.]
I need some coffee.
Name: Dex Foster
Age: 24
Setting: Dex comes from a far away and mysterious land called “Seattle.” Okay, so not so much on the mysterious. She was born and raised in the Pacific Northwest, in a version of Earth largely dissimilar from our own. Of course, not entirely so. As she’s only recently found out, there’s a lot more beneath the surface than most people realize, a teeming world of darkness and danger.
For beyond what we all know, there are monsters in the shadows, and sometimes the shadows literally are the monsters themselves. At the same time, there are forces working against these terrors, the most prominent being the Brotherhood of Silver, a centuries old organization that fights to protect humanity with every breath. And they fight hard. For there are other powers beyond simple monsters, and black-eyed nightmares that threaten the very concept of humanity.
History: For about 23 years, not very much interesting happened in Dex’s life. She went to school. She had a little sister, and an over-pressuring mother. She liked cars and motorcycles and dying her hair and girls more than her family would want her to. And she didn’t really like doing her homework. When her dad died of a massive heart attack on a morning job, things only got worse. She shut down for a few years, ignored her responsibilities outside of her part time job, and ended up flunking out of high school.
Her mother was less than thrilled. Her mother, in fact, kicked her out of the house. Dex was lucky enough to have bonded tightly with her boss, Angelo, who let her stay at his apartment and gave her a full time job to cover the costs. She got herself a GED and was living a happy if not terribly interesting life as a mechanic, and even built herself up a lime green Kawasaki Ninja to ride around on. Her love life was a bit sparse, but she was doing fine.
Then one night, driving around the U Village, a shadow ran across the road and she very nearly died. Because this was more than just an unfortunately timed pedestrian – it was one of the Shadow People, spiritual vampires that suck life and joy and emotion and exist solely as walking figments of darkness. One came for her, and it was only due to timely and half-remembered intervention that she survived. She woke up in a free clinic, under the hands of a Dr. Winters and his lovely assistant, and then woke up again hours later still in her own apartment, with no idea how she got there.
This would not stand.
Instead, Dex started hunting. She tracked down Dr. Winters and his clinic, and she demanded answers. And in the process, she was nearly killed again, this time by a mob of shadowy figures, one in particular with obsidian claws and glowing red eyes. Once again, she barely survived. This time, though, she got her answers. Winters was the leader of the local cell of the Brotherhood of Silver. They fought monsters. And the only way she was going to be safe, the only way she could stand against the creatures that were now hounding her, was if she joined them and learned to fight. Winters didn’t force her, but with more and more nightmares coming for her, she knew that there was no choice.
Then, on her first big mission with the group, she watched a good man die. That same red-eyed shadow drove a hand through his chest, killing him instantly, and at the same time it Ascended. It went from Shadow Person to the far more nightmarish Black Eyed Child, an eldritch terror with the face of a twelve-year-old. The creature vanished, the rest of the team escaped, but now she has blood on her hands and the knowledge of death waiting around every corner.
For the past few months she has been trying desperately to learn. To learn how to fight, and to learn how to survive. It’s just a matter of seeing how far it takes her.
Personality: If there is a single word to describe Dex Foster, it’s probably, well, “awkward.” Confidence is not one of her strong suits, and it never really has been. With an overbearing mother lurking over her head, quietly disapproving of her orientation and generally butch choice of look, not to mention a pretty little princess sister who got spoiled rotten, her home life didn’t exactly foster her a sense of high self-esteem. Couple that with the generally unfriendly atmosphere of High School, especially to those who are different, and sometimes it was a remarkable effort just for her to get out of bed.
Ever since getting her GED and taking up full time work at the Bugliosi Garage, she hasn’t exactly been a social butterfly, either. Her most frequent contacts are her coworkers, the clients that come in, and the baristas at the local Starbucks. One of her few remaining friends from High School is recently on a post-college tour of Europe and the only other thing she has close to a real friend, other than Angelo himself, is one of her college English professors, Caitlin Cole. So talking to people, especially pretty girl-shaped people, doesn’t exactly go well for her.
She tends to cover up her insecurities with humor and dry sarcasm, more than anything. She tends to be a bit emotionally closed off and doesn’t like showing people how she’s really feeling, especially if those emotions are strong or particularly negative. Years of repression have left her a bit of a temper, which tends to burst out at the most entirely awkward moments after holding back her irritation. Not a healthy management method. She also absolutely hates crying and will do anything she can to avoid it, and especially anything she can to keep other people from seeing her do it.
That said, when she’s on an even-keel and with people she’s comfortable with, she tends to just be “One of the Bros”. She likes fast cars and video games and movies with Jessica Alba in them, as well as really geeky things like Transformers and comic books. She’s something of a nerd, frankly, who reads Dante’s Inferno and Ultimate Spider-man in her free time, and tends to plan her calendar more religiously around her favorite TV shows than her actual work schedule.
Abilities: None really to speak of. She knows how to use a gun fairly well, and she’s had some rudimentary training in hand-to-hand combat under the tutelage of two master martial artists and an ex-Soviet military agent, among others. So she can handle herself in a scrap. She’s also a deft hand with a crowbar, more out of necessity than anything, but it’s what she feels comfortable with.
As a mechanic, she’s quite good at fixing things, but her primarily focus tends to be vehicles. She’s also a very good driver. Not that either of those will probably serve her that well in a Garden, but…
Other than that, she is a painfully normal 20-something 5’4” girl.
Sample: [For a long moment there is just a shot of a skinny girl with vividly green hair in ratty jeans and a leather jacket sitting on the ground beneath a tree, her face pressed into her hands airing across the Vine. She doesn’t seem to be emotional so much as taking slow, deep breaths. There is, one might notice, a black iron crowbar across her lap with flakes of red paint clinging to the metal surface.
Finally she looks up, a decidedly unhappy expression on her face. She stares up at the sky high above, chewing on her bottom lip. Then she shakes her head.]
It would be really great if I could go a few months without waking up some place I don’t remember being. That would be really awesome if that could start happening for me. Is anyone listening?
[When there is an enduring silence, she slumps back down against the trunk of the tree with her arms crossed protectively in front of herself. One hand comes up to idly tug at a lock of hair in front of her face. She mumbles something about a “haircut”, barely audible.]
At least it’s not Shadow People. Somehow I get the feeling they aren’t a bunch of creepy florists.
[Finally she turns to the mirror and gives it her full attention. Her expression seems almost pained for a second before she sets her jaw in a look of obvious indignation and displeasure.]
And, hey, if anyone’s out there watching this? Through this...mirror thing? You’re creepy. You’re creepy, and I hate you, and you’d better let me go or...or things aren’t gonna be pretty around here, okay? They’re just not. I’ve dealt with ninjas, I’m not afraid of you!
[Seemingly satisfied, she relaxes down again, though her expression is still highly grumpy.]
I need some coffee.
