The Book of Knots - Jags
The Book of Knots - Jags
The Book of Knots - Jags
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<strong>Book</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>Knots</strong> - <strong>The</strong> Caretakers<br />
Name: <strong>The</strong> Clear Widow Caretaker<br />
PHY 12 STR 16 BLD 08 CON 12<br />
REF 12 COR 12 REA 12 AGI 12<br />
INT 12 RES 14 MEM 12 WIL 12<br />
DP 240 Minor Major Critical<br />
Wounds 80 240 480<br />
52<br />
Dramas<br />
<strong>The</strong> Baby’s games usually involve putting someone in a position where<br />
they have to choose between two horrific fates for them or their loved<br />
ones. <strong>The</strong> Baby manipulates these scenarios subtly, spending months<br />
researching its games pieces, and then carefully laying a web <strong>of</strong> traps<br />
for them. Its favorite tools include debt, disease, and temptation. It may<br />
use characters in its dramas as bait or as force to be employed when the<br />
subject resists.<br />
<strong>The</strong> Baby is usually not obviously involved, but it can’t resist being<br />
nearby and watching. An astute observer will notice that the Baby is<br />
present when the trap is sprung and fate is delivered.<br />
To Hit 13-<br />
To Be Hit -2<br />
Armor None<br />
Damage 18 PEN<br />
Description:A very quiet, grief-wracked woman in a wedding dress. She is translucent and<br />
carries a tactile aura <strong>of</strong> sadness.<br />
Hate Claws: When angered, her hands become wicked talons. She can tear for 18 PEN<br />
damage twice per turn (5 REA each).<br />
attitude is more one <strong>of</strong> vicious resentment.<br />
<strong>The</strong> Clear<br />
Widow<br />
Side: Caretaker<br />
Overview<br />
<strong>The</strong> Clear Widow is a<br />
mysterious, tragic figure<br />
that wraps itself in tears and<br />
aggressive self-pity. Its sorrow<br />
is both a very real, palpable<br />
thing and an affectation: a pose<br />
adapted to justify its extreme,<br />
unending need and hunger.<br />
While some Caretakers are<br />
angry, the Clear Widow’s<br />
Description<br />
A woman dressed in white—a wedding dress turned mourning shroud.<br />
Her clothes are soaked by a quiet, constant drizzle <strong>of</strong> tears that makes<br />
her smell brackish. Her flesh is transparent; vaguely visible. She has<br />
cried out all <strong>of</strong> her color and substance. She weighs as much as a feather,<br />
and drifts in the hallways <strong>of</strong> her great mausoleum like a ghost.<br />
She is very quiet. To hear her, one must lean in close and concentrate.<br />
She is wracked constantly by sobs that seem to come from deep within<br />
her body. Those who approach her feel a great sense <strong>of</strong> unease at her<br />
misery: some party <strong>of</strong> them that feels empathy longs to comfort her,<br />
but even at a distance it is clear that her misery is beyond comfort—<br />
practically infinite, and that is where the second disquiet one feels comes<br />
it: is it safe to get so close to such an open wound, a vacuum? Might one<br />
be… drawn in?<br />
<strong>The</strong> Clear Widow is, in fact, a vortex <strong>of</strong> hyperbolic, melodramatic grief.