Quantum

Description:

Path: Moros
Order: Adamantine Arrow
Main Arcana: Time/Matter

Virtue: Prudence
Vice: Sloth

Attributes
Intelligence: 3 | Strength: 2 | Presence: 1
Wits: 4 | Dexterity: 3 | Manipulation: 1
Resolve: 1 | Stamina: 2 | Composure: 5

Merits
Resources (2)
Eidictic Memory
Dream (2)
Occultation (2)
Mentor (3)

Arcana
Time 4
Matter 2
death 1

Gnosis: 2

Bio:

Throughout her life, Emma has had difficulty finding her place in the world. She has a tendency to be quiet, mainly because she’s found that whatever she says is usually the wrong thing. Ever since high school, her relationship with her parents has been strained. Her aimlessness worried them, but their hardline approach seemed only to push her away.

In school, her quiet nature and social awkwardness made it hard to make friends, and she spent most of her time absorbed in a book or her gameboy. Though she seldom paid attention in class, her excellent memory allowed her to recite information she could not even recall hearing, and her teachers quickly learned that she did well enough when left alone.

She had few other hobbies, though she endured a brief stint on the track and field team. It would be unfair to say that her teammates alienated her, but nevertheless, she felt she didn’t belong. Often she would spend evenings at her uncle’s firing range, where she could block out all influence, all expectation and just shoot.

Awakening
Quantum’s awakening came about while she was doing nothing in particular. Walking home one evening, she experienced what could only be explained as a blinding flash, but without light. She suddenly found herself utterly paralyzed, unable even to blink or breathe. Overcome by sheer panic, she was unable to vocalize or even look up to see if anyone had noticed her. After what seemed like an impossibly long time, she noticed something strange: she wasn’t suffocating. As her panic subsided, she gradually became aware of an inexplicable and terrifyingly absolute understanding of the passage of time. Precisely 4.36×10^-13s later, something inside her shifted, and she found herself looking up at the watchtower of the lead coin. As she inscribed her name on its walls, she felt a strange sense of belonging and yet not. If pressed to describe it, she would have said it felt like coming home after a long time spent away. When she returned to her body, her mind was already returning to the normal stream of time. Forgetting to instruct her muscles to stand, she crumpled to the ground in an unceremonious heap, attracting more attention than she would have liked. She brushed off the concerned passersby and hurried home completely bewildered.

Quantum

402 Jive