Professional Skeptic and investigater
Member of the Knights Errant cabal.
Guardian of the Veil (Mastigos) | Legacy: Subtle Ones
Nimbus: Images of fully armoured men fighting. Their swords ringing against each other. Flashes of death by sword.
Int 3 Wits 3 Resolve 3
Str 2 Dex 2 Sta 2
Pres 2 Man 3 Comp2
Academics 1, Investigation 2, Occult (Cultural Beliefs) 3, Politics 1
Brawl 1, Larceny 1, Stealth 1, Weaponry 1
Empathy 2, Expression (Expose) 2, Intimidation 1, Persuasion 2, Streetwise 1, Subterfuge (Lying) 3
Fame (Write) 1, Contacts (Media, Gargoyles) 2, High Speech 1, Gnosis 3, Dream 2, Status (Guardians of the Veil) 1, Masque (Skull Priest) 1, Sanctum Size (Private) 1, Sanctum Security (Private) 3, Status (Consilium) 1, Sanctum Security (Cabal) 1
Eye of the Magnus
Rend the Weave
Scales of Thought
Know the Wolf by his Stance
- The Subtle Dance
Skull Priest – Steven Shovels – Wears a skull medallion +2 Expression, -2 Empathy
Self-Scourging – He endures pain for the entirety of the rite. He cuts into his flesh with a very fine blade.
William was born in Tintagel, Cornwall and is a freelance author writing mainly for “The Skeptic” magazine in the UK.
It was one on of his in depth investigation of an alleged sighting of “Avalon” that he met a woman named Bridgette. Bridgette was a local person in the area of St Michael’s Mount with a special interest in the legends of the King Arthur mythology. One day while William was on on St Micheal’s Mount a man with bright red hair and a red goatee looked over Williams shoulder and read that it was a possible place for Avalon. He burst out laughing and said “Avalon? Here? Aw man, you are crazy.” When William asked who he was he said he was “Fred I. Lionus”.
For the next six months William stayed in the area on the pretence of investigating the site. While they were not in love they did share a deep intimacy with each other. Late on a Thursday night Bridgette cam to William and gave him a package. “Whatever happens you must take this to Sergeant Rebecca Williams in London. She will know what to do with it. You must not open it.” She then ran out the door leaving a greatly bewildered William lying half dressed in bed. The package was a rough lump wrapped in some old soft skin. Reaching for it William felt a slight warmth coming off it. Flashes leapt through his mind of a great medieval battle. Shortly after a gun shot rang in the night. William jumped to the windows to see Bridgette lying in a pool of blood. Standing over her was a man in gold shining brightly. William threw some clothes in a bag and grabbed the package. A rear window provided the means of escape.
For two weeks William ran across the English country side always catching a glimpse of a man in gold just behind him.
London provided a brief respite from pursuit. Had the man in gold given up? William doubted it. It was during one of these nights that William felt relaxed enough for a few drinks alone in his hotel. A bottle wine later William found himself staring at the package. Temptation screamed at him, it pulled at his thoughts. It almost lifted his arm for him. “Why not. Who would know anyway.” With that he pulled back the skin.
Screaming horses and men surrounded him. The strong smell of blood invaded his nose. The clash of metal on metal rang. Men fought men with sword and spear. William turned around trying to take in what was happening to him. A middle aged man dressed in nothing more than a robe almost casually walked through the battle. Providence providing him a clear path as men moved aside as they fought. the man stopped before William.
“Who are you? I have no knowledge of you. You have no name to me.” the robed man spoke quietly.
“Where the hell am I?” asked a confused William. “Who the fuck are you?”
The robed man looked over Williams shoulder. “Well, it seems you have been expected.” with this he pointed. William turned to follow his finger and saw a great tower. “Go and make your make man with no name.”
William felt a great pull towards the tower. It promised truth and secrets to him. Standing at the base an open book stood on a pedestal. Names were written across its pages. The letters swam before his eyes. They did not want to be read. This was not for him to know, yet. He went to write his name but there was no pen. No way to make his mark. William then simply placed his hand on the page. There was a small prick of pain, a slight pull on his heart and it was done. Knowledge flew in to his mind. Magic flowed through his veins. Power filled his limbs.
Three days later William woke in hospital.
He passed the package over the Rebecca Williams. She in turn introduced him to the Council of mages. Void quickly took an interest in his talents as a writer and arranged for him to be inducted in to the Guardians of the Veil.
And thus began life for the mage with no name. He is Nameless.