Hierophant

Hierophant

Magician
Support Mage
Sight and Stability
Hidden and Hated
Discord	breeze5768
Reddit	[https://www.reddit.com/user/buhbuhbrez [1]]
Wiki User	Breezy
Metatype	Human
Street Cred	0
Notoriety	0
Public Awareness	0
CDP	12
Folder	[2]
Priority	Metatype - E Attributes - B Magic/Resonance - A Skills - B Resources - E
#Max IGs/Ascension	0
# Optional Drake powers available	Major Powers:0 or Minor Powers:0

Character Information

Summary

A supportive mage and drake, the Hierophant focuses on using her spells to improve her allies and herself in order to fit the parameters of whatever mission she gets hired on along with gathering information through various means. She is also deeply afraid of her own drake side. It is as-of-yet a mystery to her: the exact capabilities, the control or lack thereof, the implications. She is deeply troubled both by her heritage itself...and the consequences surrounding it.

She had to abandon the life she was trying to build and is not only in fear of having her strange nature discovered, but is also being hunted down by a former friend who believes her to be an impostor. She isn't even that far into realizing the motivation behind it though. Since that awakening, she's been spiraling into a worse and worse position, and is desperate to find a way to right things.

Goals

- Build up her resources once more after losing most of it with her old comrades

- Evade any and all pursuers.

- Try to keep her old friend from killing her

- Understand her powers.

- Regain Control

Background

Control.

Stability. Safety.

Everyone wants them, really. Honestly, who wouldn’t want to lead a comfortable, safe life where they could do as they please and enjoy themselves without fearing that they would lose what they’ve amassed after years, decades of hard work? Who doesn’t want to sit atop their riches and merely enjoy the peak while they’re up there? Is that not the height of success? To be able to use it as a perch to look down below?

Isabella was a quiet, curious little girl. Growing up an orphan in Seattle’s Redmond Sprawl, her uncle Daniel served as one of her greatest inspirations and sources of comfort. A stern, aloof man, but like that out of care and a need for forethought. With the girl’s parents absent he took his time with her. He nurtured her like his own, leaving his old life behind for something far less dangerous in order to keep her safe. He taught her the basics of how to survive, how to shoot. The two of them were cautiously optimistic when she awakened, and though a job at a corporation would have given her a steady source of income, a chain around her was unattractive to the duo. So they waited. They practiced. They studied. Isabella found that she was remarkably good at using her magic to improve herself in subtle ways, keeping an eye on things.

Control. It felt much better to be the one in Control.

She trained, and trained, and trained. Her magic was the key to many doors, her main strength and the road to others. At first it was just small jobs for her uncle, a means of helping pay for the roof over her head. She was quite the young woman now. Careful, methodical, if a bit shifty. She could handle herself just fine on the smaller stuff. So, finally, Daniel offered her a more aspiring position: there was a PMC he was familiar with, Perros de Diamante. A small outfit, still growing, that he thought she would be perfect in. And with his glowing review of it and ensuring her it would work well, She joined them.

It went well at first. She did well. She was a spotter for them in Brush Wars over in the Aztlan area. Reconnaissance, team support, a way to handle magical threats. Sometimes she just blasted a high value target with a ritual before they got the chance to fight back. She was very good at that. Spirits and spells, gunplay, oh she would have been remarkable.

And then she lost Control. Perhaps it was to be expected. Bodysnatchers are a threat that can be incredibly difficult to handle even for experienced teams. One by one, the group fell. One by one, she felt it slip. She was losing Control. Her work was failing her. She could die any minute. Everything she was working hard to preserve was falling apart. There was only two of them left She got Desperate.

The two surviving members, her and the hunter Aurora she had grown so used to assisting, hatched one last plan. Separate, lure out the bodysnatcher to attack one of them. The other would come after a signal and they would be rid of this pest once and for all. And to her credit, it worked. The bodysnatcher came right at her. And at that moment, when her plan looked like it was going to be all for naught, when she was staggered and bleeding and about to be killed, it finally happened.

She lost Control.

She wasn’t expecting to come to by staring at a mauled, charred corpse on the ground that looked too similar to her for comfort. She didn’t expect to feel so…charged. She felt something…retracting from her head, and felt the tip of a horn retreating back. Something within her had unmistakably changed. She fled shortly thereafter.

Slowly but surely she retreated back to Seattle. She left Aurora behind to die there. She hates herself for it still. It haunts her, in more ways than one: She’s convinced Aurora wants to kill her for it now, given how she’s noticed her trail being followed in an eerily familiar way. All the way back to Seattle she ran, back to the arms of her dearest uncle. She had nothing from her little excursion. No Stability. No Safety.

No Control.

She thinks back to that night often. She thinks about all the times she failed her Cadre, failed Aurora. She thinks about the way she blacked out, and came back to a rampage. Every night, they come back to her.

She cannot let things remain as is. She has to understand what went wrong. She has to master this new self. She has to fix the mess she’s in.

She has to regain Control.

Narrative Significant Qualities

Positive

<< Drake (Dracoform, Western Drake)>>

It's the only reason she's alive right now. Now she just has to figure out what the Hell to do with this, and how to use it properly.

<< Well Taught (Shoot first, Don't Ask; Focused Concentration; Technical School Education)>>

Daniel spent the better part of 2 decades giving Isabella everything she could to get ahead in the mercenary biz and stay safe. She puts it to good use, maybe now more than ever.

<< In Control (Spirit Whisperer; Spirit Affinity (Fire)) >>

Spirits have been a part of her life she was always curious about, because they acted differently towards her than what her studies would suggest. A quiet reverence, asking questions about "opening her eyes". Now they seem even more enticed by her. More invigorated. She needs to study this more.

Negative

<< Guilty (The Goat; Wanted for 50000) >>

Ever since the incident, she's been extremely shifty. She doesn't know the implications of her power yet. She doesn't know how far someone would go to get her. She's already got someone trying to assassinate her. She isn't exactly looking forward to what else could happen. And it's that fear, that spiraling of her psyche as she feels everything slip piece by piece, that makes her look all the worse for it.

<< Scarred (Big Regret; Impassive; Thousand Yard Stare; Phobia (Mild, Uncommon, Bodysnatchers)>>

...nothing will ever compare to the slow and steady dismantling of those she used to entrust her life to. She hates that she ran. She hates that she failed. She hates that she can't stop thinking about it.

Run History

Name	GM	Metaplot	Threat	Date of Run
The Observer Effect	John		High	24 September 2086
The Curious Ascension of Epsilon Grey	J.R.		Deadly	30 July 2086
Sent To Return	Asmodeus		Medium	3 July 2086

Affiliations

Contacts

Contact	Connection	Loyalty	Archetype	Profession	Aspects	Chips
Daniel Glenwood	2	4	Legwork	Informant, Recruier	Skeptic, Heat, Tech Savvy, Let's double check, Three big questions, Ex merc, Military adjacent	Even
Cairn	5	1	Fixer(G,N,K,A)	Collector of Baubles	That Which Bears Many Curses, Collector of the Rare and Exotic, Rarity Is the Best Currency, Esoteric Curiosities, Spirit of the Lost, Whispers in the Pipes, A Simple Trade	Even

Allies

+2 Rep with The Grey +1 Rep with the Psionic College (fuck)

In Character Information

Matrix Search Table

Threshold	Result
1	Low Matrix presence. Doesn't use social media at all. You might get passing appearances from her on the bike though.
3	There are some older photos from a much younger looking version of her. She seems to be really close to one guy. A former Merc? They seem close. She seems happy.
6	Though the filings are sparse, there are records of her apparently being tied with a specific PMC. Though...any trace of them is long gone.

Shadow Community Table

Threshold	Result
1	Shifty. Mage. Don't give her the time of day.
3	Has some connections to a former merc. Seattle native, but there was roughly...a year? Where she was out. Used to be one of those small time independents before that. Yknow, odd jobs for just one guy kinda deal. Uses her magic and spirits to support others, standard mage things. Wasn't always so shifty it seems.
5	She keeps to herself a lot these days. Rumors are circulating that she's kind of a recluse now because of something that happened when she was away. Has a faraway look in her eyes. Something to do with a brush war way down South. That can't be good news honestly. Either something happened to her, or something happened to those she was with. Probably both.

Assensing Table

Threshold	Result
1	DRAKE. Awakened. Undercurrent of fear and anxiety, squashed by an aura of calm. Regret.
2	No cyberware. Mage
3	No cyberware. Ask about the others
4	No bioware. Ess and Magic 6.
5	Nothing relevant here

SINs

Penelope Renfield: R4, UCAS

- Mage License

- Driver's License

- Firearm License

Appearance

Isabella Glenwood is a 5'4" woman with vibrant red hair and piercing golden eyes. She isn't the most athletic woman in the world, erring a bit on the flabby side, but there's a leanness to her limbs that make it apparent she's still keeping in relatively good shape. Fair skinned and healthy looking as a whole, a blessing given her upbringing in the barrens. Though if you looked at her earlier pictures, you can definitely see how much of a glowup she went through as she started hitting adulthood.

Clothing

The Hierophant is often one for dresses. Most commonly in a blue and silver dress that goes down just above the knees and hugs her figure, pairing that with a long hooded and armored jacket that goes beyond that to the knees proper. She adores a good pair of heeled boots, and usually keeps her hood up to keep people from looking her in the golden eyes. If she's at home, she's using sleepwear as a dress because effort is a curse and slippers are sinfully cozy. On her hands she tends to wear a pair of gloves with alternating lining - black with a red underside on the right, white with a blue underside on the left. She says it has to do with restraint and controlling the flow, but it might just be an eccentric taste in fashion accessories.

Matrix Persona

Quite similar to her actual self, but she's in a suit. More business forward on the matrix it seems.

Character Plot Hooks

Here are characteristics of the character that GMs may take advantage of to add complications to runs, or to otherwise use when in use. If you want to use them in unrelated to runs, please ask first.

Aspect	Information	Related Run(s)
Draconic Nature	Where does her drake side come from? What does that mean for her? Who is after her?
Hunted	Being chased by another runner is one thing. But who knows what other threats could have caught a glimpse of her and have ill intent?
Family Ties	Isabella owes a lot to her uncle, Daniel. There isn't much she wouldn't do for him.
Magical Mastery	Hierophant has a quiet but powerful pull towards unknown magics. A desire to not just understand them, but to control them.
Lineage	...Something Isabella and Daniel never resolved is the matter of her parents and where they are now. With her draconic nature revealed...the question burns red hot in her mind.