Michelle Danson
Name: Michelle DansonNickname:
Age: Unknown
Age apparent: 25
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bi
Occupation: Part time Bartender and Mechanic
Languages: English
Seeming: Fairest
Kith: Succubus
Court: Spring
Keeper: Lady of Midnight and Shadow
Faction: Garten Flüchtlinge
Wyrd: 3
Glamour Pool: 15
Willpower: 5
Concept
A narcissistic womanizer is tricked into becoming everything his heart desired: A woman lost in the woods, a literal representation of the trail of broken hearts left behind him.
Appearance
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 112lbs
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair color: Copper
Hair Style: Long wavy curls
Complexion: Pale
Body shape: Slender with subtle curves
Clothing: Casual, often unisex, though occasionally flirtatious. She also has a favored red hood as well as a flowing black dress.
Mien (Description): (Insert Description)
Mask (Description): (Insert Description)
Personality
Virtue: Fortitude - Michelle has always been steadfast
Vice: Gluttony - Michelle can never have enough
Michelle has always had a certain charm about her, even before her time in the Garden when she was still Dan, easily making friends and wooing the ladies, though she has become much more reserved since her return. Instead of being the center of everyone's attention, she is more comfortable being the center of a handful or less. Her time away has made it difficult for her to open herself up to anyone or let them get close and finds comfort in one night stands. She is manipulative and seductive, often toying with people to get what she wants, though she is compassionate towards those she holds close for fear of slipping back into her solidarity.
That being said, she has never known restraint when indulging certain appetites, especially those of a more sexual nature. The garden has twisted that appetite making her somewhat of a nymphomaniac; the passion, the fun, the pleasure, and the glamour are all things on which she feeds. However, she always wants more and doesn't know when to stop, which leads to potentially harmful situations like missing work for some fun or even doing it on the clock.
Your Story
Passions/Goals:
Too changed from her time in the Garden, Michelle wants to look forward and build a new life for herself without being burdened by a past that doesn't know her. This includes her family that she desperately wants to see. One day, she will find a way to tell them or at least see them, but they don't even know she's missing. For now, it's enough that they never had to mourn to be content without bringing worry into their lives.
History
Pre-hedge:
Once upon a time, there was a man named Dan Mitchell. He grew up in a decent home in Riverwest with a mother who loved him and father who taught him how to be a man. There was always some vehicle or another to worked on, and his father taught him what was what, how to fix them, how to get things cheap, and of course how to drive them when the time came. While cars were fun, he had always found bikes to be even more so, and even started riding a motor when he was 10, which was a little moped he and his father had put together. Even at a young age, there was always a confidence about him, which gave him a certain likable charisma and many friends, which led to many girlfriends once he was past the cooty phase most young boys go through. Of course, the girls took notice of him as well, especially in high school because he had everything a girl in high school might call "dreamy", he had the looks, played football, worked out, had a car AND a bike, and his grades weren't terrible either. Most guys would have try and fend them off with a stick, but Dan rather took it in stride. Women were the next big passion after cars and bikes, and like them, he couldn't settle with just one. It didn't matter if he was seeing one girl or three, if he saw someone else that caught his eye, he would chase after her, too, which often lead to heartbreak, though he generally failed to notice.
Once high school was done, he opted out of college and kept fixing vehicles instead, since he already knew the trade well, so find a job wasn't hard. However, it wasn't particularly stable at times, especially since he hard hardly given up on chasing the ladies, though fixing their cars also tended lead to "fixing" other things as well. Still, he found a job on the side that fit his passion well: Bartending. It was perfect! Not only did he get to flirt constantly, but he got paid for it, too. It was a win/win in all accounts, well, on all of his accounts anyway. While he generally got all the tail he wanted, he left a trail of broken hearts behind him. He didn't see that past the bike, the cars, the women, the sex, and everything else more important to him. He was a regular lady killer, through and through. He knew what buttons to press and when, though even a perfect Cassanova can press the wrong button on the wrong woman.
That woman was Jessie Malloy. There wasn't any one thing about her that he found outstanding, but it was the whole package that made her his next target. She was pretty in a subtle way that made her radiant in his eyes. He saw her in the bar, talked her up, gave her a few drinks on the house, and swept her back to his place. The night was fun, the morning was still fun, they got together a few times over the next week or so, and then he found another woman who caught his attention. In his mind, that was the end of that relationship, but Jessie, like so many girls before her, felt they had something special. She saw him with his new interest, and it crushed her. This was hardly the first time such a thing had happened, so he just treated the yelling and tears as yet another incident that would most likely end with him finding someone else for the night. However, Jessie's distraught had attracted the attention of someone else, someone special.
Dan had been wiping both drinks off of his clothes when he was startled by a woman he hadn't heard nor seen approach. She was the most beautiful thing that he had ever laid eyes on, and he only knew that he wanted her. Luckily for him, lucky in his eyes anyway, the feeling was mutual. She offered to take him for a stroll back to her place and give him his heart's desires, to which he hungrily accepted, and they went on their way, though no one remembers them leaving. They talked, he ate every word she spoke and not only failed to notice where they were going, but what was happening to him. For once, he was more fixated on the woman than himself, and by the time they reached their destination, she was gone and he was changed forever.
History in the Garden:
The Lady vanished leaving Dan's eyes eyes open to the nightmare that he had been blindly stepped into. When he called out for the woman, he was stunned for the voice that escaped his lips was not his own. It was different, higher, feminine, and when he grasped his throat in surprise, he no longer felt his stubble nor his adam's apple. To the contrary, everything felt smooth. Part of him wished he hadn't looked down because it became very clear that he had gained a pair of one thing and lost another. Somehow, he was now she. In a panic, he started to run back the way he came, but he did not recognize where he was. In fact, it was as if he had been thrown into a bad dream. He was surrounded by trees twisted and gnarled into forms that did not seem natural. Some were curled, some were thick, some grew at impossible angles, and many seemed to move with a breeze that was not there. The only light was that of the moon and the stars and the windows of a castle that was impossibly far away. It wasn't until he stumbled upon a pool of water so still it was a mirror that he saw what he had become. A woman soft faced woman with long red hair that curled slightly stared back at him. She wore a long flowing black dress that revealed her shoulders with a soft pair of matching shoes on her feet. Her skin was pale,her arms were slender and hairless, her hands elegant and manicured, her legs were trim and shapely, her breasts were small but perky matching the subtle curves of her body. There was a beauty to her that reminded him of Jessie, but it was almost otherworldly and decidedly feminine. He stared at her, watched her, watched this woman mimic everything he did for what felt like forever until he fully realized that the woman was him. At that moment, he saw something at the corners of the pool and shrieked as he rolled over only to find that there was nothing there.
Time seemed to be absent from this place of horrors. No matter how far he walked, he never seemed to go anywhere yet he was always somewhere different. If he turned around to see where he had come from, he would see a path he did not recognize only to look ahead and see something different again. He was lost and alone and teased by shadows that almost seemed to call out to him, though contained nothing when he arrived. When he slept, he would occasionally wake to the feeling of hands all over him, some would caress and tease while others would rip and tear, though when he opened his eyes, he was all alone. When he ate, his hunger was staved by fruits strewn about the forest floor and his thirst quenched by mirrored pools that constantly reminded him of his fate. With each bite and each sip he felt as if the land itself was taking root inside him, though he was never satisfied. He still clung to the glimmer of hope that he could return and go back to his normal life, go back to his cars and his bike, go back to drinking and bartending, and go back to fucking. He missed that the most. The chase, the game that came with seducing women and getting them into bed, though that was impossible now it seemed. Even if there was a bed and women with whom to chase, he no longer had the equipment to enjoy them, which occasionally gave him thoughts of men who could use that equipment. Those thoughts... those thoughts frightened him because part of him longed to bed with a man, a desire that was both alien and natural to him all in one. It was a desire he chased away into the recesses of his mind.
Despite his sexual longing, he had never touched himself, an act reigned in and pushed aside by his desire to return to his old life. The feelings in his body were so strange and alien and scary to him that it held back curiosity. He would not feel a woman's pleasure until the unlikely moment when someone happened up on him. She was a strange creature with the body of a woman who's grey skin felt damp and smelled of fresh rain. He approached her with curiosity and desire, explaining that he was lost and wanted to go home, but sadly the creature could not help because she did not know of the the strange place he called home. Instead, she offered him company. That night, he felt pleasure greater than he had ever felt before in her watery embrace and slept soundly in her arms. He awoke to find her gone, replaced with the sting of longing to be with her again and once again in a place he did not recognize, though he felt strangely satiated in a way that the fruits and pools failed to do. He wanted more.
While he never saw her again, he did encounter other creatures wondering around in the woods, though it was impossible to tell with any certainty the frequency that they had appeared. The only amount of certainty he felt was his desire to be with them. He would approach and tell them that he was lost and looking for home, they would walk and chat for awhile and soon enough, they would spend the night in each other's embrace, only to wake up alone. Each time he felt less and less satiated and longed for more, craved it, but only with the females. He would hide himself from the males and let them pass him by until they were out of sight, never to be seen again. However, his cravings eventually outweighed his pride and he gave in to his body's desire when he laid eyes on a man that was beyond handsome. He was something she had to have. There were no words when she approached, just desire in her eyes followed by a night in heaven, but the peace she felt in his arms was gone when she woke. It was once again replaced with the pain of longing with a craving for more. Part of her mind held onto the hope that
There was a tale in the garden of a woman, lost and lone in the woods looking for her home. They say that her home is a place no one knows and that even she can only barely remember. Those who travel through the woods may find her and know her by her flowing black dress, hair the color of copper, her skin pale from darkness of the woods, and her beauty that radiates from no singular point. Very few have ever encountered her more than once or so they claim, but they all say the same thing. Those who approach her risk sharing her lust, those who are approached already have, and those who bed with her find her missing along with part of their glamour when they wake, taken to satiate her hunger. Those who look for her, never find her for she is lost, but those who do not may find themselves giving in to a night filled with pleasure. Though tales of the lost woman are still passed around, she has not been seen since the Gardner departed, and some even speculate that her lust of home overcame her lust of flesh.
Life back home:
When the door to the stall burst open, the only other person in the bathroom of a moderately crowded bar had been touching up her makeup in the mirror and was quite surprised to find a young woman stumbling out behind it. She wore a flowing black dress that danced around her feet with long copper hair that had a slight curl through it. Though she had never seen this person before, there was a strange familiarity about her that was almost unexplainable. Equally unexplainable was a burning desire coursing through her the whole of her person. She was a perfectly straight woman, but when her eyes met the pale, hungry eyes of the red head, she wanted nothing more than to tear that dress from her body and fuck her right there in the bathroom stall until neither of them could move. However, something held her back, something in the familiarity of that woman kept her lust at bay. Even when the enchanting woman threw herself onto her and that desire nearly exploded, she somehow couldn't give in to her desire, even though the temptation was beyond anything she had ever experienced. Through the haze in her head, she saw the girl begin to wobble, mumbling about home, so home is where she took her with a weary arm draped around her shoulder.
Dan woke up on something that wasn't a sticks and leaves and dirt, something soft and somewhat coarse with something bright and warm on his face that stung his eyes. He tried to blink away it's golden glow until he realized it was the sun, a realization that caused his heart to skip a beat. He was home, out if the woods and back into the world from whence he had been stolen. As he rose to his feet and removed the blanket that had been placed over him, he realized something was wrong. He was somewhere he vaguely recognized from a time long ago next to a couch that tugged at his memory, in a body from a dream. She looked down at herself, at her flowing dress and hair, at her delicate arms and hands, and her heart sank. That glimmer of hope he held onto in the back of his head for a time that could not be counted had shattered. Here she was, home after all that time, countless days and months and years, yet she was still lost. Her thoughts were stirred by the sound of another woman, asking if she was alright. The voice was another thing that ringed with a certain familiarity that radiated from the apartment. It was Jessie Malloy, the woman who had unwittingly cursed him.
That little bit of human interaction was a harsh reality check on just how lost she really was. She had nothing, no car, no money, no place to go, no place to live, no identity; she did not exist. Jessie had introduced herself, and she gave her name as Michelle Danson. It came out so fast and so naturally that it stunned her, worried her even that she accepted what had become of her, but why should it? She had long ago accepted her fate, embraced it, enjoyed it even when it was shared with another, yet she was conflicted over a life that had clearly rejected her despite clinging onto a sliver of hope for so long. If this was her new life, then what happened to her old life after she left, her family, her friends? Regrettably, she had asked Jessie about himself, about Dan Michelson, a name she spat back at her. She looked away feeling a twinge of shame for the first time over his past and caught the year on a magazine sitting atop the coffee table. She recoiled and excused herself, she had to get out and see for herself, find out what happened.
Three years had passed since that night she followed that woman into the woods, and the only thing that seemed to have changed was her. She had spent countless nights alone walking the woods, being tormented by nothingness, with her only reprieve coming from wayward souls that crossed her path for a night of momentary bliss. She had spent so much time in the dark that the sunlight drained her, which made the walk back to his apartment tiring and only served to remind her how hungry she was. As she climbed the stairs to her floor, she paused. The sound of two people passionately making out in the hallway could be heard just ahead of her at the top of the stairs near her door. She could feel the lust emanating from them, though when she crested the top of the stairs to have a look, she recoiled in horror. She was staring at himself, hungrily kissing some hooker he had apparently grabbed for a good time, though the worst was that he saw her. He saw her and gave her a malicious grin that sent shivers down her spine before taking his plaything and disappearing into the apartment. The gravity of her situation finally sunk in as she realized that someone, something else was living the life she was stolen from. There was no going back. Even if she found her friends, saw her parents, went to her bank, went to her old job, they would only see a woman claiming to be a man that still existed. She ignored the hunger that pained her body, teased by the doppelganger in her place and carried herself back to the one familiar place that did not immediately reject her. When Jessie opened the door, she flung arms around her and cried.
On a strange turn of events, it seemed that Jessie was in the market for a new roommate since her last one had recently decided to move in with a new boyfriend, so the second room in her apartment was open. Reluctantly, she offered to Michelle as a reprieve from a situation that she understood, or at least thought she did. She was told that she had lost everything and that Dan had given her a place to stay, food, comfort, and worst of all, hope, but that he crushed it with another woman leaving her lower than she had ever been. It was a tale twisted around the truth and woven into her hatred of Dan, so she sympathized with the woman and offered to help her back onto her feet. She helped her find a job, bartending under the table a few nights a week and didn't ask too many questions, especially since she was often gone on the nights she didn't work, and late the nights she did. The only thing she made her promise was that it wasn't anything illegal, like drugs, which was true. She had to feed. The town was full of people, full of desire, and unlike the woods she was trapped in, she could get her fill. It wasn't all fun and fornication, though there was a fair amount, she had also found out about the local free holds, who had helped set her up with at least some proof that Michelle Danson existed, and became a member of the Spring Court. She was paving the way to making a new existence and trying to ignore the past she could never go back to having.
Relationships
Family:
Friends: Jessie Malloy
Co-Workers:
Lovers:
Enemies/Rivals:
Other PCs:
Pledges
Vows:
Oaths:
Corporals:
Merits and Flaws
Attribute Merits
I am a natural at manipulating others (x3)
Perhaps it is my natural charm (x2)
Or my predatory cunning
Maybe they see a beauty they can't quite define (x2)
Attribute Flaws
I live in the moment and often fail to see the ramifications of tomorrow.
Skill Merits:
I am mechanically inclined (x2)
I know cars and bikes
I am seductive
I am charming
I can read people very well
I know how to twist the truth
I am an amazing bartender
I am a fantastic driver
I am quick to pick up her surroundings
Skill Flaws:
I am not good with computers
I have no sense of direction
Background Merits:
Background Flaws:
Rare Abilities:
Seeming and Kith Abilities
Blessings:
Just as the shadows that infect them, the Darklings are as ephemeral and flighty as the dark itself. A player can spend Glamour to become supernaturally cunning, deceitful, and stealthy. The more Glamour spent the more potent the effect.
Michelle can spend glamour to make herself irresistible, igniting a supernatural lust inside her target. This doesn't force them to do anything against their will, but it does have the tendency to influence decision making towards a night of fun, regardless of sexual orientation or preferences
Curses:
Darkness and twilight so define these changelings that their magic falters somewhat when the sun is in the sky (that is, not at night, or at twilight). They are less potent during daylight hours.
Additionally, she does not require food but will literally starve to death if she doesn't harvest sexual Glamour on a daily basis. Being denied lust-infused Glamour is paramount to not eating for the same period of time. So she can go without (fast) for a day and feel uncomfortable, but after a day or so she will start feeling weak...until she starts to grow thin and famished from need.
She can not harvest the glamour of children.
Frailties:
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Michelle cannot call any place home, and she must vacate any property if the owner asks her to do so.
She must keep a small token from anyone with whom she spends the night.
Contracts
Vainglory 3
Smoke 5
Fleeting Spring 1
Eternal Spring 1