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"That is not dead which can eternal lie,

And with strange aeons even death may die."

xxxxx― H.P. Lovecraft

I Have Learned Now:

That while those who speak about one's miseries usually hurt, those who keep silence hurt more.

xxxxxxxxxx- C.S. Lewis

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Scotch and Smoke: "There may be a great fire in our soul, yet no one ever comes to warm himself at it, and the passers-by see only a wisp of smoke."

When He Shall Die:

Take him and cut him out in little stars,

And he will make the face of heaven so fine

That all the world will be in love with night

And pay no worship to the garish sun.

xxxxxxxxxx- William Shakespeare

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[[Geist]]: With friends like these, who needs enemies? Though she may seem fairly placid, or even downright harmless on the surface, Samhain is piggybacking an entity known as 'The Hollow Man'; a vengeful and murderous creature that seeks a twisted form of justice by way of torturous means. Frustrated by his host's physical weakness, he's finding new ways to force his unique brand of 'integrity' on a world that's lost its way. The scent of cigar smoke often heralds the arrival of his influence, the hint of rum on her breath a suggestion of when her words become his.
[[Haunted]]: There are things in this world that one cannot unsee -- no matter what they do to themselves. For those that know how to read what they are looking at, Samhain tells a silent tale of desperation and defeat.
[[Blind]]: It's no secret that the young woman is blind; her eyes are white and she wanders as aimlessly as her gaze does, seeking something, someone, somewhere -- it's doubtful even she knows what she's seeking.
[[Memory]]: She remembers everything she is trying so desperately to forget. Every detail, every face, every sound, every smell is locked away with nightmarish clarity.
[[Misery]]: If it loves company, Samhain's throwing one hell of a party.
[[Paranoia]]: She trusts none. There are reasons for it, but she doesn't seem in a hurry to let anyone know. Strangely enough, she feels most comfortable in the darkest places when silence overcomes the screaming. This in mind, she's usually very difficult to find, even to those with supernatural senses.
[[Campfires]]: There is a serenity found around campfires; the stories she's heard when she was younger that told her that the malevolent spirits couldn't get you as long as the warmth of the flame held them at bay, or insisted on a superstitious mind that the light would disuade devils and demons from needling their way into your heart make her seek these out when the fear gets too great.
[[Legends]]: Folklore follies, campfire reveries, the names and faces spoken of only in whispers by the wary and wise. From the local urban legends to the sweeping mysteries of ancient and forgotten beliefs far and wide away, she has a fascination for the macabre -- the nightmares that come back to haunt, the very concepts of fright making right.
[[Music]]: She plays many stringed instruments, most prominently the violin or fiddle. There are stories cropping up around Fallcoast suggesting that such music has been heard in back alleys and deep woods before mysterious events occur.
[[Drugs]]: In the effort to escape the horrors of the everyday, she's developed a fairly significant ketamine addiction -- though it is not the only drug she's resorted to using in that futile search for sanity, it's definitely the one she tends to turn to when available.
[[Criminal]]: Owing to her drug use, she's become somewhat aware of the criminal element of Fallcoast. It is far from an intimate understanding, but there is a likelihood this involvement can only grow. Though it may seem as though she might be an asset to some criminal establishments, it's also possible this is simply Hollow Man's way of finding those in need of his corrections programme.
[[Europe]]: Judging from the accent and broken english, Samhain likely hails from somewhere in Eastern Europe. There is a muddling of language and influence, but if one were to hear her for long enough and have the knowledge necessary, it's possible one might guess at Hungary or Turkey as her place of origin. Maybe.
[[New Orleans]]: She died in New Orleans and takes influence from their voodoun culture in several visible ways, from skull facepaint to mode of dress or ritual of choice -- she believes the Baron has lead her to this place, though she still is unsure of whether this is meant to be a place of rest or a chance at revival.
[[Secrets]]: Due to her particular adopted beliefs, she is unsure of whether she is alive or dead, a conundrum that leaves her awkward and avoidant in social situations. Resultant is her tight-lipped and secretive nature, ever-interested in the sordid tales of both living and dead, but possessive of her own.

I Have Outlasted All Desire:

My dreams and I have grown apart;

My grief alone is left entire,

The gleamings of an empty heart.

The storms of ruthless dispensation

Have struck my flowery garland numb,

I live in lonely desolation

And wonder when my end will come.

Thus on a naked tree-limb, blasted

By tardy winter's whistling chill,

A single leaf which has outlasted

Its season will be trembling still.

xxxxxxxxxx- Alexander Pushkin

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Tili Tili Bom - Violent Eve


Zakroy glaza skori,

Kto-to hodit za oknom,

I stuchitsya v dveri.


Krichit nochnaya ptitsa,

On uzhe probralsya v dom,

K tem komu ne spitsya.

On idet...

On uzhe...



Ty slyshish', kto-to ryadom?

Pritailsya za uglom,

I pronzaet vzglyadom.


Vse skroet noch' nemaya,

Za toboy kradetsya on,

I vot-vot poymaet.

On idet...

On uzhe...



Ty slyshish', kto-to ryadom?

Pritailsya za uglom,

I pronzaet vzglyadom.

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Tili-Tili-Bom (Boogeyman) - English Version


Close your eyes now.

Someone's walking outside the house,

And knocks on the door.


The nightbirds are chirping,

He is inside the house,

To visit those who can't sleep.

He walks,

He is coming,



Can you hear him closing in?

Lurking around the corner,

Staring right at you.


The silent night hides everything.

He sneaks up behind you,

And he is going to get you.

He walks,

He is coming,


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No One Will Save You - Aviators

I hear music in the air tonight

One familiar fading tune

Something pulls at my infected soul

I think I remember you

I burned your world away

Devoured by my conviction

I left you home afraid

While mother's ventured out

Don't cry when lanterns fade

Soon we'll be awakened

But it breaks my heart to say

No one will save you now

I could be your own avenging angel

But this dream is ending soon

Don't you scream

When all the wolves come find you

Underneath this bleeding moon

Listen closely

For your sister's footsteps

Lest you fade here all alone

I have never seen a night this haunting

In these streets of blood and bone

I can't hold the beast

That crawls through my veins

Sacrificing my own eyes

No confessions left to purify me

Something's watching from the skies

I hear music in the air tonight

One familiar fading tune

I can't save you from the monsters coming

But we'll wake up very soon

Forgive me...

I Don't Want To Hurt You
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Name: Unknown
Relatives: Are Relative
Apparent Age: Young Adult
Height: 4'11"
Eyes: White
Hair: Black / White

Geist: Hollow Man
Threshold: Stricken
Archetype: Unknown
Position: Fireside Prophet
Role: Black Cat Passing
Krewe: None

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... But I Can't Stay Away ...

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