conversations.from: system
conversations.value: **Intro:**
  The intro to the setting can be found here:  http://tinyurl.com/mwe4b6p (I have no idea how to make this actually link to anything, please let me know if you do). It includes what types of 'races' there are (bolded for easy finding). There is one defined faction, Fiat Lux. There could be other factions. If you fine folks make them up, I'll write them in.
  
  
  **Character Instructions:**
  Give me some background on your character. Who are they? How did they come to be who/what they are? Most of the cards are unspecific, so fill in the blanks, e.g. if you'e a Cthonic, are you a necromancer? A vampire? A ghost? What are the 'rules' about your nature? Look to your Strength and Weakness cards for a guideline.
  
  Fill out the vagueness in your Strength and Weakness cards, too. If you're Vulnerable to something, what is it? What happens when you're exposed to it? If you're Psychic, what is the scope of your power? And so forth.
  
  Finally, explain your character's attitudes toward the other 'races' out there. Especially if you're a hunter priest. Some of your fellow players will be portraying Others. Something is holding you back from wiping them out on sight. What is it? Others, why should a hunter spare you? To keep this from becoming a PC on PC murderfest, find and note your wiggle room. It doesn't have to be nicey-nice. It just has to be workable.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: For holding places.
conversations.prefix: Placeholder (copy):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Heh heh m heh.
conversations.prefix: Ass-et (copy):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Goal.
conversations.prefix: Goooooal.:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: 4
conversations.prefix: 4:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: 2
conversations.prefix: 2:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: For holding places.
conversations.prefix: Placeholder (copy):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: 6
conversations.prefix: 6:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Text goes here!
conversations.prefix: Placeholder (copy):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: For holding places.
conversations.prefix: Placeholder (copy):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: 1
conversations.prefix: 1:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: 2
conversations.prefix: 2:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: 3
conversations.prefix: 3:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: 1
conversations.prefix: 1:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: For holding places.
conversations.prefix: Placeholder (copy):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: 4
conversations.prefix: 4:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: For holding places.
conversations.prefix: Placeholder:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Goal.
conversations.prefix: Goooooal. (copy):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: For holding places.
conversations.prefix: Placeholder (copy):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: 3
conversations.prefix: 3:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: 5
conversations.prefix: 5:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: For holding places.
conversations.prefix: Placeholder (copy):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Stuff.
  
conversations.prefix: Weakness (copy):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You were human once, and that means you know how the world works in ways your Born and Being brethren don't. Not only can you function better than they do in the world, your kind are needed to be their go-between.
conversations.prefix: Become (copy):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You've got a knack for noticing things. Usually this is a good thing, though sometimes you can get sensory overload. 
conversations.prefix: Sherlockesque:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You notice things, just like the Others do, but you don't scan as an Other to them. All the things they think the Veil is hiding from you, you can see plain as day. 
conversations.prefix: Sighted:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The town bad boy likes you enough to put in a good word among the low lifes in town, even it's just to say 'don't mess with them, they're mine.' 
  
  Of course, that's not going to impress everyone.
conversations.prefix: Ayden's Favor:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You hail from the planes the Others come from. You are the pure, real deal. It's hard to get along in the world, and the Veil cripples you quite a bit, but in terms of raw power, you are great and terrifying.
conversations.prefix: Being:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Your mere presence causes the outlandish use of Others' powers to dampen down to something that could be explained as natural phenomena. Not to mention all those secrets they try to keep around you.
conversations.prefix: Clueless:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You have been what you are all along, and while that means some aspects of humanity are lost on you, you've also got more power than the Become. When it's time to fling magic, you're going to win. Most of the time.
conversations.prefix: Born:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Werewolf, swan may, puca,  dryad, kelpie, nyx. You are bound to some aspect of the natural world, such as a type of animal, plant, a particular body of water or land. Its power is your power, its pain your pain.
conversations.prefix: Spiritsoul:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: At the junction of two roads that used to lead from one place to another. Nature has reclaimed most of it.
conversations.prefix: The Old Crossroads:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: One of *Fiat Lux's* more avid members, Father Zachary is far more hunter than priest.
conversations.prefix: Father Zach Byrne:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Diabolicals get a bad rap, but they're often just misunderstood. Hellfire and brimstone has its place, as does corruption, temptation, and the risk of a Fall. After all, without the darkness, how does one recognize the light?
conversations.prefix: Diabolical:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Overlooking the town, Maplehurst Manor has been home to the mysterious Rondeau family since the Colonial era.
conversations.prefix: Maplehurst Manor:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The thin threads that separate life from death are your plaything. Ghosts, the mindless undead, the arts of necromancy... you summon, commune with, banish, and weave spells from these things.
conversations.prefix: Death Is Your Gift:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Tinkerbell, Arcadian. Fairy. There are many names for you, but what you truly are is magic and chaos made manifest. Order bows and begs your pardon when you pass by. As well it should.
conversations.prefix: Wyrdling:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: In a clearing in the forest, the singing stones pulse softly with their strange, otherworldly music. 
conversations.prefix: The Singing Stones:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Others attuned to death admit there is a door leading to the Underworld here. Not that they'll tell you how to open it.
conversations.prefix: The Old Pioneer Cemetery:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You have the Sight, and you see the world for what it really is: dangerous, dark, predatory; it's a wonder the human race is still alive. You're bound by strict rules, but sometimes it seems like Rome is a long way away.
conversations.prefix: Hunter Priest:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Miss Maddy's beloved Moluccan cockatoo. It swears, bites, and has a shriek that could send chills down a bean sidhe's spine.
conversations.prefix: Mister Cutie:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The inhuman part of your nature is strong, and sometimes instinct overrules intellect. When faced with stress or strong emotions, the urge to give into your true nature is hard to deny.
conversations.prefix: Call Of The Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You need to feed upon the life force of others. You might kill your victims, or maybe leave them drained and vulnerable. Either way, drawing too much attention to yourself would go poorly for you.
conversations.prefix: Hunger For Life:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The power of something runs through you. Let's just call it God. Prayer strengthens you, magical Latin phrases empower you. Be thee healed, get thee behind me... it all works for you. Usually.
conversations.prefix: The Lord Giveth:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Everything you thought you knew about your life was a lie, and now you've got one pressing question: who am I? Some follow up questions might include: what happened to me? Do I have enemies? Allies? What's going on?
conversations.prefix: Who Am I?:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Across the street from the church, it's where the riffraff prefers to congregate. Legal tender only. The establishment does not accept Tinkerbell currency.
conversations.prefix: The Quarry:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Owner of the Quarry. Werewolf. Not a fan of those thieving little Tinkerbells who run up a tab and try to pay in crap like feathers and baby giggles.
conversations.prefix: Otto Gensch:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You are cursed with an obligation or prohibition of some sort. Fail to fulfill or avoid the conditions, and it will cost you something you can't afford to lose. Your memories, your life, your soul, or something even more precious.
conversations.prefix: Geas:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Inscribed messages hang from the limbs of this humble rowan tree. Once in awhile, one might find a wish written in a language never spoken by any human tongue.
conversations.prefix: The Wishing Tree:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Some would call you an angel. You are purity, sunlight and stars, the music of the spheres, the raw forces of creation. Yours is the power of healing, of miracles, and of smiting. Only the wicked though, right?
conversations.prefix: Celestial:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A higher power guides you and gives you strength. Lower beings (i.e. mortals) can sense your divinity even if they don't know what you are. With a little nudge of your will, it isn't hard to make them trust and adore you. 
conversations.prefix: I Am The Light:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Try as you might, there are things afoot you can't wrap your mind around. Maybe because you can't see through the Veil or because of your own mental block. Either way, it leaves you vulnerable to the world around you. 
conversations.prefix: Ignorant:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Something is going on in Stonesong, something bigger than anyone can imagine. You're going to discover what it is before something really bad happens. Maybe really good, but usually these things are really bad.
conversations.prefix: Discover The Truth:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Necromancer, vampire, bean sidhe, ghost. You're dead, undead, closely attuned to death. Most people find your kind unsettling. After all, you are the embodiment of their greatest fears.
conversations.prefix: Cthonic:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You live in the so-called real world. That odd neighbor who works the night shift is a little pale, but you've never noticed fangs. That lawyer with the toothy smile, you don't see the brimstone glowing red in his dark eyes.
conversations.prefix: Clueless:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Maybe you know too much, maybe you don't, but it looks like do, and that makes you a liability. There are some who don't trust you, and if you look too closely their way, they might decide to neutralize the threat you pose.
conversations.prefix: Liabiity:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You know your faction would be better off if you were the one pulling the strings. Wrest control from the imbeciles in charge. Be careful, though. Those imbeciles remain in power because they've got resources to command.
conversations.prefix: Secure Power:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: No matter how much you know, there is always more out there to discover. Much, much more. There are so many secrets, and you want to know them all. Research, seek knowledge, solve mysteries.
conversations.prefix: Gather Knowledge:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Stonesong's Catholic church. Some wags call it Our Lady of the Seven Dollars. 
conversations.prefix: Our Lady of the Seven Doulers:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You have the knowledge and position to be a bridge between one faction and another. While it's not flashy, yours is the power of diplomacy and teaching. Regimes rise and fall from the words and deeds of people like you. 
conversations.prefix: Bridge Between:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You live in Truth, that twilight reality where the Veil has been stripped away, and you can see things as they really are. Others can't hide their true faces from you. This makes some of them uncomfortable.
conversations.prefix: Sighted:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Father Conall Mulryan is new to Stonesong. He has taken over Stonesong Parish after the sudden retirement of the last padre.
conversations.prefix: Father Conall Mulryan:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: About a half dozen dire  canids are sniffing around. Or are they just bad doggies with no perceivable demonic power?
conversations.prefix: Aw, Hell... Hounds:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A tea house at the end of the downtown strip. Tea, scones, antiques, and a batty proprietor who can't possibly be human.
conversations.prefix: Miss Maddy's Tea and Tasty Tidbits:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: No one is rude enough to come out and say it, but the owner of Stonesong's lone tea house is nuttier than that guy on the Planter's can.
conversations.prefix: Miss Maddy:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: On cold moonlit nights when the mist lays heavy on the ground, little Anna sits on her grave and plays with a headless doll named Mama.
conversations.prefix: Anna Rondeau:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: To do your thing, you've got to pay a price: blood, an oath, memories... something of worth, whatever it is. Maybe you can put it off for awhile, but when the bill comes due, the powers that be come collecting.
conversations.prefix: The Catch:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're susceptible to something in a bad way: sunlight, silver, rowan wood, mistletoe, holy water... whatever it is, it's bad news to you. It might weaken you, null your powers, even kill. 
  
conversations.prefix: Vulnerability:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: God only knows knows what you did, but someone with power and clout is pissed. They will mess with you if they can, and sometimes their timing is the worst. For you. For them, it's pretty sweet.
conversations.prefix: Enemies:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Acorns, oaks, trees: the symbolism behind them can mean a lot of things, but usually not anything bad. So what's the deal?
conversations.prefix: What does it mean?:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A delicate flower plucked from Paris, she's a cousin to the American Rondeaus living in Stonesong.
conversations.prefix: Ghislaine Rondeau:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You stand above Everyone else. You want your greatness to be recognized, even if it means revealing a little too much or bending a rule. You are so sure you're right you don't notice your own fatal flaws until it's too late.
conversations.prefix: Hubris:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You're well-connected to the mortal world that exists on the other side of Truth. You have contacts and allies there, and you know how to move around in it without standing out or being weirded out.
conversations.prefix: Connected:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: When you make a deal with someone, they can't break it. Well, they can, but then you collect collateral. Of course you've got to deliver on your end, and you can, but only to the word of the agreement, not its spirit.
conversations.prefix: Dealmaker:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Someone or something owns your soul. You owe a debt, or you're a prisoner, or you've made a deal you have to fulfill. Whatever the case, you can only hide for so long, and when that power says jump, you say how high or else.
conversations.prefix: Slave To The Master:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Through suffering does the soul grow stronger, and the powers that be test your faith in pain, loss, and injustice. Bad things happen, but for a good reason, right?
conversations.prefix: The Lord Taketh Away:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You can change into something to which you are attuned, and in Truth your appearance may reflect that. Mortal eyes see whatever seems normal, but to the Sighted and Others, you're more than meets the eye.
conversations.prefix: Shapeshifter:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: If someone promises you something, they have no choice but to keep it, even if reality must bend to make it so. Once the promise is kept, or a set time passes, it is done, and your hold on the poor sap you tricked dissolves.
conversations.prefix: Promises Promises:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Maybe you can read minds, move something with a thought, or see glimpses of the future. Even Clueless can be psychic. They just don't see Truth and may think they're the weirdest thing there is, and that's just adorable.
conversations.prefix: Psychic:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're hard to kill, either because you're tough as nails, hard to hit, or you've got supernatural healing or regeneration powers. Whatever it is, when you get put down, you don't stay down.
conversations.prefix: Barely Vincible:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Others tend to have an immunity to things related to their nature, but for some reason, you're immune to something that has nothing to do with who you are. Fire, mind control, snake venom; whatever it is, it can't hurt you.
conversations.prefix: Immune:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Someone or something watches over you. It could be a powerful Other, or someone with clout in the mortal world. You may or may not know about your benefactor, but when things get rough, somehow they seem to work out.
conversations.prefix: Fairy Godsomething:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: At some point in your life, you were human, or at least you had a sense of humanity. Lately, you've felt it slipping, and the idea of losing yourself scares you. Don't give in to the monster you feel yourself becoming.
conversations.prefix: Retain Humanity:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: There is the law of man and monster, and then there is the law of being a source of light in the darkness. You're willing to defy your marching orders here on Earth to see goodness prevail, no matter the cost.
conversations.prefix: Righteousness:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You know your place in the world, and you're going to fulfill it. Your job is loyalty and obedience. Shades of grey aren't your concern. Your higher ups may stray from the path, but you won't, even if it means turning on them.
conversations.prefix: Serve The Cause:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You are bound up in something: an Oath, a Geas, a debt, or someone who's got their hooks in you but good. You want to be free. Ideally you'd like to be alive as well. That complicates things.
conversations.prefix: Sweet Freedom:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Many people don't believe in soulmates, and maybe they don't have one, but you do. You've been searching for so long, and you just know you'll find them. Surely Fate will do you a solid just this once. 
conversations.prefix: Find Your Soulmate:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Not for yourself, but for someone you love who has strayed from the path. They may not even realize how far they've fallen, but you've watched it happen for too long, and you've got to do something before they're lost forever.
conversations.prefix: Redemption:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You're here for a reason. Here in town, here on this plane of existence... the point is you've got a thing you need to do. You may not even know what it is, so finding out would be a good idea. Regardless! Do your thing. Or else.
conversations.prefix: Fulfill Your Purpose:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Someone wronged you, and they're going to pay. What you want isn't complicated. Straight up, flat out revenge. 
conversations.prefix: Revenge:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A bad thing happened, and the aftermath has been devastating. However, it's not too late to make it right. Can you salvage something from the wreckage? Maybe, maybe not, but you have to try.
conversations.prefix: Right A Wrong:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The singing stones speak to you, but their words are indistinct and difficult to understand. The song haunts your dreams. You have to figure out what it's trying to tell you or you may well go mad.
conversations.prefix: Listen For The Song:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Weird stuff tends to find its way to Stonesong eventually, and there's an artifact of power that definitely qualifies. You want it. You're going to find it, and then you're going to have it.
conversations.prefix: Find An Artifact:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You were human once, and that means you know how the world works in ways your Born and Being brethren don't. Not only can you function better than they do in the world, your kind are needed to be their go-between.
conversations.prefix: Become:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It doesn't sizzle every Other out there, but it crispy fries enough of them it's worth carrying around a vial or two.
conversations.prefix: Holy Water:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Even the barely vincible are going to have a bad day if you riddle them with enough bullets or blow their head clean off.
conversations.prefix: Bigass Gun:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Someone owes you a favor, and any time you'd like to collect on that, you can. Though they might need some time to come up with the scratch, you see. Stuff happens. Anyway, they can't put it off forever.
conversations.prefix: A Favor Owed:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The school playground near the town center, has a clear view of the bar, the church, and the corner store. Prime chillin' turf.
conversations.prefix: Elementary Playground:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: He'd like to be a guitar player, but that would require practice. The town bad boy. He's got minions and hangers on. In Truth, he also has a fiery aura and eyes like coals.
conversations.prefix: Ayden Sherill:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Rumor has it this is a Tinkerbell bar. Better check your tab twice. It's not always money they're after.
conversations.prefix: The Why Not Tavern:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The dead have been quelled. For now, but there are hell hounds, open windows, and maybe some kind of mundane security system. Now what?
conversations.prefix: Sneaking:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You have the Sight, and you see the world for what it really is: dangerous, dark, predatory; it's a wonder the human race is still alive. You're bound by strict rules, but sometimes it seems like Rome is a long way away.
conversations.prefix: Hunter Priest:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Michael was gifted with power over the mind. It took many years of training, but now he can read minds as well as he can create hellish mindscapes to torment his foes. 
conversations.prefix: Psychic:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Church owns Michael's soul; literally. He swore his soul to the service of the Church and Someone was listening. Michael serves, unwilling to test how much control the church has. No one wants to piss off God. 
conversations.prefix: Slave To The Master:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You know your place in the world, and you're going to fulfill it. Your job is loyalty and obedience. Shades of grey aren't your concern. Your higher ups may stray from the path, but you won't, even if it means turning on them.
conversations.prefix: Serve The Cause:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: "You must Love your neighbour as yourself."
  
  Even the Damned deserve kindness, and I'm trying to be the Angel, God wishes me to be.
conversations.prefix: Caritas:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You know lots of things about the occult, but none of them apply to real world paranormal situations. 
conversations.prefix: Full of Knowledge, Utterly Wrong:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The glutton is much more than an animal and much less than a man. 
  - Honore de Balzac
  
  Due to their sweet-tooth, Angels can often be distracted by honey and sugary confections.
conversations.prefix: Gluttony:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Most of the time, poor impulse control is bad. So is over-thinking things. Sometimes, when you throw caution to the wind, your utter disregard for consequences is what saves you.
conversations.prefix: Impulsive:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A darker, more base power guides you and gives you strength. Lower beings (i.e. mortals) can sense it even if they don’t know what you are. With a little nudge of your will, it isn’t hard to make them trust, adore and want you.    
conversations.prefix: Moths to a Flame:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild: