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WAndERIng mOnSTER

                                                                                       PEARL
                                                                                    LAWRENCE


                Virtue: Helpful
                Vice: Curious
                Seeming: Darkling
                Mental Attributes: Intelligence 5, Wits 3, Re-
                solve 3
                Physical Attributes:  Strength 1, Dexterity 3,
                Stamina 2
                Social Attributes: Presence 1, Manipulation 3,
                Composure 4
                Mental Skills:  Academics (Literature) 4, Com-
                puter (Research) 3, Investigation (Research) 5,
                Occult 5
                Physical Skills: Athletics 1, Drive 1, Larceny
                (Shoplifting) 3, Stealth 3
                Social Skills: Empathy 2, Expression 2, Intimi-
                dation (Librarian) 3, Persuasion 4, Subterfuge
                (Looking Innocent) 3
                Merits: Area of Expertise (Research), Contacts
                3  (Librarians,  Bookstore  Owners,  Book  Collec-
                tors), Eidetic Memory,  Encyclopedic Knowledge,
                Eye for the Strange, Good Time Management, In-
                terdisciplinary  Specialty  (Research),  Library
                3 (Occult), Professional Training: Librarian 5
                (Asset Skills: Academics, Investigation, Occult)
                Health: 6
                Dread Powers: Scapegoating 3, Lurker in Darkness
                3, Sleep 1, Terrify 2
                Potency: 2
                Aspirations: Answer an important question, Find new information, Find the ultimate mystery
                Willpower: 7
                Size: 5
                Speed: 9
                Defense: 3
                Initiative: 7
                Armor: 0



               Storytelling Hints: Pearl believes in truth, and when pre-  Humans only live once — at least in the ‘real’ world. In fae
            sented with a question or mystery, she’s driven to find an an-  realms, a Changeling can live and die as often as it suits the
            swer. She truly didn’t mind that aspect of her Durance — it was  needs and whims of her Keeper. For Boss, that was every day
            just the nature of the questions her Keeper set her to investigate  for what seemed like forever.
            that turned her from soft-hearted wife and mother to cold fact   Boss Barrow was a corpulent man before his Durance,
            finder. It was the only way she could cope.        known throughout the 1920s speakeasy circuit for his gluttonous
               Hunters may encounter Pearl as an asset — her research  appetites and crass manners. His vices led him across the Hedge
            abilities are excellent, and her breadth of knowledge is al-  in search of forbidden flavors and elusive epicurean treats he’d
            most limitless. However, her curiosity may well lead her into   heard whispered of in back rooms, and ‘blind pig’ illegal bars
            places  that  she cannot extricate  herself  from,  making her   where all manners of illicit pleasures were bought and sold. Find-
            potentially in need of rescuing as well. A third option for   ing himself in a strange marketplace, he made an unfortunate
            interaction might be that Pearl seeks information from the   bargain and mistakenly ended up trading years of indentured
            hunters, either by overt or covert means. She’s not above   servitude for a dish no human had ever experienced before.
            breaking human laws — or moral codes — when in search of   When the precious meal was ended, Boss smacked his lips
            an answer.                                         in pleasure — and found himself transformed into a massive boar.
             Jackson “Boss” Barrow                             He was whisked away by one of the True Fae who was herself a
                                                               gastronome. Every day for the next seemingly-innumerable years,
               Better you than me. That’s all I’ve got to say. When the bad stuff  he was fattened on scraps and slop, but unable to resist gorging
            comes — and it’s always bad stuff — better you than me.  himself. Every night, as the sun set, Harrow was strung up by his


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