Overview
Sometimes bad things happen to good people. And sometimes bad things happen to bad people. And sometimes those bad things have a price tag attached. Once he Went Away For A While, Monroe Burrman understood what that meant on a whole new level.
Mask & Mien
 Mask:
Dressed in a conservative black button-up shirt and matching slacks, he's a service-type personality with a mid-range occupation; bartender, maybe, or perhaps a maitre de somewhere with a French name and a long wine list. He's got a simple, unassuming wristwatch barely visible at the edge of his left sleeve, his shoes are kept in conspicuously good shape, and he can be found wearing a hat when out of doors.
His skin is pale, a sign he's avoidant of tanning beds or outdoor living, and his hair is a thick, moderately-managed mane of jet-black with a few streaks of silver to it. He has a slim build, looks to be athletic enough to work out often, and his hands are deceptively soft-looking; either he moisturizes often or he has a similarly phenomenal skin care regimen.
His eyes have a strong allure, drawing attention for their unusual degree of focus. With a strong jaw, well-proportioned cheekbones and a high forehead, his bearing and profile are that of a Roman statesman or an ancient bust of a deposed dictator somewhere tropical.
With a subtle smirk, a bright-eyed gaze, and an eerie tone to his voice, he's a few hard edges wrapped enough soft spots to contrast them. With a subtle smirk, a bright-eyed gaze, and an eerie tone to his voice, he's a few hard edges wrapped enough soft spots to contrast them.
Mien:
He's pale, thin and looks like he crawled out of somewhere deep and miserable. With a blocky texture to his features he more closely resembles a crude woodcut of a human being, albeit one formed from a stiff, murky clay-like substance. His eyes are solid orbs of blue-black, set deep in his sockets, and his teeth, when visible, are eggshell white tombstones set in rich, red gums.
As he moves, there's a faint aura of warmth, like an oven door left open nearby, and the faint scent of burnt earth, like just after a lightning strike. Still, he has graceful-enough motion to convey features aren't his best attribute: it's his degree of dexterity in his strides and body language. When he faces someone for a while, sooner or later, some aspect of him is mirroring them on some level. Like he hasn't got a permanent face of his own.
Hooks
Changeling: He is one.
Summer Court: He is a member in good standing.
Arsonist: The best things in life are flammable.
Contacts
Logs
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Notable Stats
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| Skills Of Note
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| Craft
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| Brawl
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| Athletics
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| Specialties
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| Crafts
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Demolition
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| Brawl
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Dirty Tricks
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| Merits
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| Mantle (Summer)
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| Professional Training (Arsonist)
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| Martial Arts
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| Lethal Mien
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| Multi-Lingual
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Spanish & German
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Soundtrack
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American Murder Song - Sweet Rosalie
- What have they done to my Sweet Rosalie?
- What have they done to my Sweet Rosalie?
- No one can love her half as much as me
- What have they done to my Sweet Rosalie?
- I fetched her out of a tree with a cane
- I fetched her out of a tree with a cane
- Then combed out the hornets and covered her stains
- What have they done to my Sweet Rosalie?
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NAME - Will say something here at some point.
