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faery dust sniffin' blooddrinkin' shotgun totin' rock & roll slutboy ov
Cobie was a musician in a band called Nirvana in the faroff land known as "SeattleWashington", where he died under weird circumstances involving an awful lot of heroin and a gunshot wound to the head. Most folks said he suicided, a few believed he was murdered. Cobie himself was unclear on the circumstances "I was hella stoned before the fact," he recalled, "and no little brain damaged a bit after, y'know?" He lived for some time in The Western Lands, an astral plane. (for more on this particular plane, read William S Burroughs's books on the subject..i based some ov this on WoDs Wraith as well) There he had to come to terms with some new psychic abilities, brought to the surface by the trauma of his death, and by the emotions sent on to him by his grieving fans. He discovered auspex, projective empathy, healing and necrotic vision were some of the disciplines he'd acquired. He befriended a Ferryman and martial artist named No Wei, who taught him jeet kuan do and how to use nunchuku. But he was not happy in The Western Lands. Cobie found a way to escape. He travelled through various dimensions, eventually finding his way to the Inn Of The Weary Traveller. There he befriended many folks, including Tia the faery dust dealer, and Dekar Doomfist- "he's an evil bastard, but I like that in a drinking buddy!" He joined Dekar's Clan Infinity, not because he was much of a joiner inner but "I was high on faerydust & mugwump jism, it seemed a funny thing to do at the time". By his own admission a slut (well, more of a flirt since he's never actually been known to bed anyone onscreen) he began to make friends with various grrls in the Inn. He was most fond, however, of flirting with the vampyre grrls, finding an ecstasy in the biting, and their drinking of his blood. Since he was wraith,a corporeal being on this plane still capable of regenerating after injury, he figured, well, he had blood to spare. Bit too much sparing. A spat broke out between Mysterious Illusion and Gwynna Nightstalker and Cobie began to feel guilty that he had been so loose. Drunk and high on faery dust, he invited Gwynna to kill him. Instead she gave him the Dark Gift, and left. The next few nights were torture for Cobie, who had forgotten what he'd done. He lay in his room, feverish, unable to hold anything down, incredibly thirsty and with a weird pain in his teeth. Needless to say it was not "THE killer hangover" or a 24 hour virus as he'd hoped. Starving, feverish and half frenzied, he made his way back into the Inn where it was quickly figured out by the other patrons what had happened. If not for the advent of Sabrić Fa'sayle, the fledgling Cobie might've starved, but she clued him into as to his new nature.After his initial denial, he began to try to settle into this weird role as one of the Inn's resident bloodsuckers. "The worst thing about being a vampyre i can think of", he was known to quip,"is not bein able to drink coffee anymore, godd, that bites the big one!" Can a grunge musician from Washington come to grips with being a blooddrinking creature of the night? Come to the Inn & see!
you a real by-the-booker? fine, there's a C sheet here. but,here's a basic rundown, minus all the dots and all that crap... Talents:: auspex, projective empathy, healing, necrotic vision, musick, some martial arts& a nasty predeliction to biting the nads off those who cross him very badly. but for the most part he's a pacifist, doesn't tend to kill when he feeds, and never starts fights, and runs from most of them. Weaknesses::all the stuff vamps don't like, and the occasional flashback/freakout from his past.Bears scars on his skull from the shotgun blast, and these are still sometimes sensitive.Allergic to most majik. Sensitive as shĄt to insults.Suffers from the occasional severe and unexplained stomach pains. Can be killed as a vamp but would regenerate as a wraith again. Wraiths can only be destroyed by being smelted in a hellflame..and even this is not guarenteed. any wound will sure slow him down bad tho... Possessions:: a left handed custom sunburst Fender Jagstang, nunchuku, a boot knife, a Remington reloading shotgun with hollow point bullets, a silver spork , various talismans and stuff given him by others and found at the bottom of the lake, where he often goes sandcombing.
~update~ ::: heyy! i was RPing this thing in th' inn, with Katziel & i came up with this new C. go here & read abit of fanciful crap to introduce him....HERE! another lame webpage brought to you by none other than James Keith Colburn-Poupon aka Kether aka Zippy the mun
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