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The Abyssal Siren
Siren of the Deep
Concept: A breakwater charm-seller drowned for six minutes and came back wrong - something ancient rode her voice home and never left.
Origin: Near-drowning pact with abyssal entity.
Race: Human • Rank: Novice
Attributes
Agility d4, Smarts d8, Spirit d8, Strength d4, Vigor d6Skills
Athletics d4, Common Knowledge d4, Notice d6, Persuasion d6, Stealth d4, Focus d6, Healing d6, Occult d6, Survival d6, Boating d4, Fighting d4Pace: 6; Parry: 4; Toughness: 5; Power Points: 15
Hindrances
- Phobia (Major): Can't submerge past her waist - the six minutes without air and the thing that watched lock her body rigid.
- Habit (Minor): Mutters tidal counts under her breath constantly, a compulsion the entity left threaded in her thoughts.
- Poverty (Minor): Sells penny charms from a salt-rotted stall; breakwater folk pay in barter, rarely coin.
Edges
Super Powers,Alertness,Strong Willed
Powers
- Stun(5 PP)Range: 6"/12 yd•Duration: InstantTarget makes a Vigor roll (-2 with raise on Focus) or is StunnedTrapping: Subsonic throat-drone that flattens willpower like pressure at depthMods: Strong
- Push(3 PP)Range: 6"/12 yd•Duration: InstantPush target 2" per success and raiseTrapping: One exhaled note hits like a rip current at chest heightMods: Strong
- Fear(4 PP)Range: 6"/12 yd•Duration: InstantFocus to target a foe within 6"; on success target makes Fear test (-2 with raise on Focus)Trapping: Voice drops below hearing - listeners feel the black weight of open oceanMods: Area Effect
- Heightened Senses(3 PP)Range: Self•Duration: Permanent1 sense bonus chosen.Trapping: Feels air and water displacement like a fish's lateral lineMods: Eagle Eyes; Hearing
Gear
- Waxed canvas satchel of dried herbs and tide-glass charms
- Gutting knife (Str+d4)
- Oilskin coat patched with sailcloth
- Battered tide table notebook
Backstory
Fifteen years selling ward-knots on the breakwater, then a winter swell took her under for six minutes. Something vast looked at her and decided she was useful. She came back with a voice that hums wrong and a debt she can't name - and she tests her limits carefully, afraid of what answers when she pushes too hard.
Appearance
Wiry, late thirties, with kelp-dark hair and salt-cracked hands. Layered wool under a patched oilskin, bare calloused feet. A thin scar rings her throat.