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!!!Jillian Blossom Mariana

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!!Attributes

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!!Abilities

'Additional Abilities:'

!Advantages

'Glamour:' 5
'Banality:' 3
'Willpower:' 4

!Arts

Wayfare: 2 Oneiromancy 1

!Realms

Actor: 3 Fae: 2

!Birthright/Frailty

BIRTHRIGHTS
Gift of Pan — When a satyr thoroughly indulges herself in one of her passions — often sexual, but also artistic and creative — those around her are also caught up in the frenzy. Fae and mortal alike join her in her dancing and debauchery. The Gift of Pan doesn’t force anyone to partake in sex or any other activity, but removes inhibitions that might normally keep someone from indulging. Rather than creating a new passion, the Gift of Pan removes the barriers of social convention that might otherwise prevent someone from being able to completely surrender to an action of passion or revelry. Those failing a Banality or Willpower roll (difficulty 8) find themselves helpless to resist indulging their secret desires.
Physical Prowess — Satyrs add one dot to their Stamina, even if this raises it above 5. Satyrs can use their powerful goat legs to move with great speed and agility, and thus can never botch an Athletics roll.

FRAILTY
Passion’s Curse — A satyr’s intense passion also has a darker side. Prone to mood swings and wild fits of temper, especially while intoxicated, satyrs may exhibit violent emotional outbursts, fall into uncontrolled weeping, or be otherwise unable to rein in their temper. Near-perpetual indulgence also means that satyrs struggle on the rare occasion they must resist temptation, triggering Banality.

!Antithesis

Refusing a Story

!Ravaging/Musing Threshold

Musing- Inspire Creativity
Ravaging- Destroy Illusions

!Backgrounds

Resources: 3 Ally: 1 (Pooka Kinian – Margery)
Contact: 1 (Frenemy – Dr. Eddie Bells)

!Merits and Flaws

'Merits:'
Good Listener (1pt) – All rolls related to obtaining information -2 difficulty
Voice of a Songbird (2pt) – Inspirational Speaking/Singing -2 difficulty
Surreal Beauty (2pt) – Reduced dif -3 for looks with Fae / +1 to others
Eidetic Memory (2pt) – Remember things read, heard, seen. Per+Alert when stressed for recall

'Flaws:'
Impatient (1pt) – Once per story, Wp roll dif 5 if forced to wait or act immediately
Soft-hearted (2pt) – Object to causing pain, WP roll or leave the area
Wyld Mind (2pt) – Wp dif 4 to perform extended tasks
Sleeping with the Enemy (3pt) – Working closely with Dr. Eddie Bells and the Technocrats / History for working with and being part of Belgrave’s plots

!Description

'Physical Description:'

Thin, fierce looking woman with wavy brown hair to her shoulders. She has a too-expressive face, and is quick to passion (good and bad). She stands 5’8, though imagines herself much bigger in most situations and has an eye for detail and perfection. Her clothing is always clean, crisp, and fashionable.

'Backstory:'

Astronaut, Rocketeer, Firefighter, Wonder Woman

These were all things that little Jillian Blossom Jargen wanted to be. And she definitely did not like that middle name. Blossom? Ugh… the TV show was bad enough. She was never some air headed thoughtless child. If anything, Mariana saw the world through inspired eyes, growing up with her parents she was exposed to other Changeling young. She actually grew up in the Duchy of the Golden Sigil (New York) out near Buffalo. Her family were fairly well off, her mother a law professor and soft spoken Sluagh Kinian who was more at home in a library and among casefiles than outside playing. Her father was one of servants, to Duke Kelodin of House Fiona at the freehold Wintersnow, Buffalo NY. Though ‘servant’ wasn’t really the proper term.

Her father was a chef. A larger than life, for an incredibly short, Satyr, who cooked with a passion that few knew. He could tell stories that would make the long cold nights of Buffalo seem short and warm, and light fires in all their hearts.

This was her family, and it was… nice, loving. Her Father, Magnus ‘Applehoof’ Jargen was a proud and passionate father and loved his work. Afterall, his work was food, and poem, life itself. And that meant he was passionate, as a Satyr, in all things, even at home. If there was an argument, or a fight it was always one sided and explosive… but he would always come back and apologize to them, especially his soft-spoken wife that he loved dearly.

So, it was little surprise that when Magnus receives letters instructing him to put things in his food, for the court before a ball that he had issue… not that Jillian knew about that till later.

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Jillian grew up at the public school, parents believing it was import for her to try and have that normal life and know the other children that weren’t going to change. She was thirteen when she discovered what that was, only a month after her _first kiss_… the trees were turning to autumn and she was convinced (as any terribly young one is at that age) she was in love! The head over heels sort of love that toppled nations and clouds… or maybe just the kind that shared chocolate milk during lunch. Of course, she wasn’t worried about other nations that day… she was worried about ballet, and fencing class after school. But walking a fence along the stream in the country was better than either of those… Until she slipped, fell the wrong way and hit her head.

The next thing she knew, a woman in shining armor with rabbit ears and strong legs was helping her up, asking her if she was okay. She must have hit her head really hard that day, there was a bump to prove it… right next to her horns. Goat horns. And her legs, furred and cloven. The woman’s companion, a dark gothy thing with only one arm just flinched at her scream and looked away… The knight admonishing her.

“Nyesha… she’s young, she just came through the dream. Like all dreams they are an explosion before the water calms, and then the world can settle in its wake.”

Knights of Scathach she learned. They happened by during her Crysallis… the Pooka and the Sluagh, both witnessing her first change and while the former described the dream that made her head ring, the Sluagh was the one who confirmed her ‘True name’. They both warned her to guard it, and they would do the same.

Of course her ‘boyfriend’ didn’t appreciate the new Jillian and she was dumped before lunch the next day after she lost her temper and threw his backpack out the second story window for saying her hair looked bad that day and she had a lumpy head, from where she’d fallen.

Jillian’s temper, her passions, and her moods clashed wildly with her father’s back then. She was a young, impulsive thing and he an old stubborn thing. Their idyllic family life was rocked by the most trying sort of thing possible… a satyr’s puberty. Those days, their voices raised and items were thrown, and some of the most epic fights the family had took place. It made her hate going home, dreading another fight with her dad back then. Now… even that she missed.

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The Duke was always a target, especially with the not-so-popular fact he wasn’t a Sidhe, but a Troll and House Fionna not Gwydion on top of it… though had popular support. So, by nature of most things in the Dreaming, his family was drawn into the tale by accident and circumstance. The circumstance being a marriage proposal, attempt to overthrow the Duke, and of course some dirty politics. But that wasn’t important to Jillian… the fall out was.

Before the end of the Summer’s festival, poisoned food was discovered with a powerful sleeping curse that put the non-Gwydion favored Eshu out of commission and the House Gwydion entourage made sure to point fingers at her father. He was pulled before the Duke in chains… though the truth was soused out a week or two later, the damage was done. His reputation was destroyed and the black mail, threats and political whirlwind had left a painful mark.

The position in the Court and all the joys of Magnus’s pride and life disappeared. Formal apology was rendered and the Duke even took to supporting him making his own shop, making appearances there – always good to his word – though those visits became less and less frequent. Life, like many dreams, faded for Magnus. Her mother Lillian Mariana, who never took his name, became the main source of income for them and the calm whispers that tried to hold the family together.

It was almost a relief when Jillian left for college instead of going to work with her father in that bakery. He poured his heart and soul into it, but he was no longer the center of large crowds and the eyes to the world of those titled and nobles. Now he just sold pies and regaled a few loyal customers with stories that slowly sounded more and more like one another with time. It was hard to watch and harder to be around… and that shop Mariana viewed as a slow death of a dream he clung to with all his soul. No one could pry him from it… and so, escape was her only hope.

Jillian had inherited many things from her father. His legacy, for better or worse, his Kith, and his temper. She also had his gift for telling stories and inspiring others. After floating between majors, just as she had jobs when she was little, she finally found a calling. Working on a possible teaching degree, she ended up doing an internship at the local school and realized her stories, her tales could inspire others and especially children.

She could save dreams before they died.

That was the goal, and that was her dream… to save them from their own Dreams, to find a way to inspire them, instead of watching them slowly fade like her father’s. And that is how she became a Child Psychologist, graduating with an impassioned fiery speech and bringing her class to their feet in a roar of voices and jubilation.

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Turns out… Life, like Dreams, is not an easy bedfellow and success does not always follow. Degree in hand, but finding a position as a Child Psychologist took a bit more effort. With her Father’s reputation in the Kingdom of Apples in tatters, prospects were good until they linked her last name Jargen with her Father and then all prospects dried up.

He didn’t speak to her for nearly a year when he found out she abandoned his name to get a job in a new facility in an entirely different Kingdom. That was probably the worst fight they’d ever had. Abandoning her family to move halfway across the country, abandoning his name, running from his store, and leaving him and her mom alone… The look on his face when she screamed at him-

“This is all your Dream dad, not mine. I can’t even get a job because of your name, because of your fuck ups. Just because your dream is dying, don’t kill mine!”

She still regretted those words, and how she slammed the door and peeled out of the driveway, and cried all the way to the state border. She called, but he refused to answer. It was a day later when she got through, but only her mom would speak to her. Lillian’s soft whispers on the phone assured her and whispered for her to have a save trip and call, write frequently. She ended that conversation with a simple whisper.

“He understands Jillerbean. He wants the best for you too. It’s just going to take time before he can admit that. He loves you very much. We both do. Safe travels and open roads love.”

It was another hundred miles before she could stop crying again.

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Gainesville - Springhill Health Center, Child psychologist, PhD – Jillian Mariana

Unfortunately, Gainesville was not all she’d hoped it would be and it was a terrible blow to find out Gainesville was suffering the autumn. Wars of vampires, infestation of tainted creatures, and the cold banal airs of its would-be saviors was crushing the dreams and soul of the community. She realized how desperate the situation was … and how helpless she actually was. The Duke was not interested in Gainesville, the Autumn was setting on the city and she had little hope to stop it.

That is until -he- found her. Lord Belgrave, so he called himself. Thalian, white hair, and oh so dangerous in words. He pulled her in to the cause, convinced her of what must be done. Him and his crew… names, brilliant lives. Dreams. Just a few… in order to stop the Autumn people and save the city. Sheralda, a former Titled and powerful Satyr in the area was no help. Sheralda only wanted war, for things to back to ‘the good days.’ And so… Belgrave got his list, and she swore to herself she would fix them, taking in the children that he ripped the dreams out of, until the others showed up….

The fall out of that was known. The Duke was informed, her part played and she aided Alextraza with information but could not break her Oath of Secrecy to Belgrave. In the end it didn’t matter. Belgrave bent the knee to the Duke, but the harm was done and Jillian was charged with the children she had pointed Belgrave to.

Matters were further complicated by the Autumn people themselves. As children started falling to Ravaged dreams, ripped from them they offered aid. A woman- Dr. Eddie Bells. She seemed to understand some influence, some part of her presence and things that the normal ones did not. But she was banal as 9 hells and worse, charming and polite as the Devil himself (or so Jillian liked to imagine and curse about from time to time). It would be easier if the half-dreamer Autumns would just go away, but they kept offering to help, to find cures… and worse, they were actually sincere and helpful. Even if Jillian couldn’t stand to be in the same room with them.

Thankfully she had Margery, the Kinian assistant that was her only saving grace in the town and kept her steady. Margery the Mouse- pooka Kinian with large fluffy chimerical ears and a soft heart who only occasionally exaggerated things. Thankfully. She was able to keep Jillian from the Autumn people as much as possible, acting as a buffer, liaison, and on occasion Wine drinking buddy.

Jillian even found love, briefly. Or so she thought. Again. It was the fourth or fifth time in her life by now, but this one too… some demon, water celestial, she ran off. The temper she had proving to be far too much for those she knew. She was also failing her children, so she thought. Under their care she could keep them stable, but without their dreams… eventually her stories would fail to inspire and the drugs Eddie offered could only do so much. She just hoped to buy them enough time to figure out a different solution.

'Additional Notes:'

equipment:
Chimerical dagger (ruler)
Laptop
Silver SUV
Lots of Excedrin