<div class="floatright">(http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/parksandrecreation/images/e/ef/Andy.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20110809181615)</div><strong>Name:</strong>The Horned One<br/><strong>Secret Identity:</strong>Henry O'Leary<br/><strong>Concept:</strong><em>Homeless Druid</em><br/><strong>Motivation:</strong><em>Bring balance back to this world</em><br/><strong>Other Aspects:</strong><br/><em>Life Changing Event: Met with Cernunnos<br/>Flaw: Incurable Wanderlust<br/>Inner Strength: There are more wonders around the next corner</em><br/><br/><strong>Hero Points:</strong>14<br/><strong>Refresh: </strong>4<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Skills</strong></span><br/><strong>Fantastic (+6):</strong><br/><strong>Superb (+5):</strong>Control Magic<br/><strong>Great (+4):</strong>Will, Treatment<br/><strong>Good (+3): </strong>Knowledge, Arcanum<br/><strong>Fair (+2):</strong>Notice, Raport, Stealth, Empathy<br/><strong>Average (+1):</strong>Athletics, Contacts, Vehicles, Resources, Fight<br/><br/><strong>Stunts:</strong><em>Specialist: Nature</em><br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Powers Sets</strong></span><br/><br/><strong>Druidic Powers</strong><br/><strong>Aspect:</strong><em>Heir of Cernunnos</em><br/>Blast (Physical Projectile) 1<br/>Life Support – 1<br/>Plant Control – 2<br/>Weather Control (Distracting) - 4<br/><br/><strong>Animal Friends!</strong><br/><strong>Aspect:</strong><em>PIGEONS! ATTACK!</em><br/>Summon (Ready to Rumble) 6<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Complications: </strong></span><br/><em>Been gone for a few years</em><br/><em>Cannot bear the touch of Iron</em><br/><em>Has freaking Horns</em><br/><br/><strong>Physical Stress:</strong>5 Boxes<br/><strong>Mental Stress:</strong>6 Boxes<br/><strong>Mild Consequence:</strong><br/><strong>Extra Mild Consequence (Mental):</strong><br/><strong>Moderate Consequence:</strong><br/><strong>Severe Consequence:</strong><br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Background:</strong></span><br/><br/><strong>Supporting Cast:</strong><br/>Wallace – Sidekick, Pigeon, May Actually be Lugh<br/>Anna Kaplan – Social Worker<br/>Peter Cunningham – Garbage Truck Driver, Transporation<br/><br/><strong>Rogues Gallery:</strong><br/>Puck – Tuatha De Dannan, Trickster, Unseelie (Puck is the latest name of this spirit. While most of his kin slumber, he remained awake. He believes that as the last Druid, Henry is just as out of place as him. Thus, he likes to play tricks. However, his tricks are quite nasty.)<br/>The Morrigan – Three as One, Sisters of Fate, Bringers of the End (The Morrigan does not like that Cernunnos escaped her. She wishes to bring an end to him, and then to herself, as unneeded vestiges of a time that has left them behind.)<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Henry is a study in wasted potential. As a child in New York, born to wealthy parents, he was notable for two things. One, that he seemed to excel academically at everything he put his mind to. And two, that as time went by, he put his mind to less and less. He was a brilliant young man, and his parents paid for him to attend the best private schools. But his grades were only middling, B's with a few A's whenever something caught his mind. He got a 1600 on his SATs, and made it into an Ivy League via some applied pressure from Dad. His path in college was pretty much the same as it was in High School. He did end up graduating, with a degree in “Interdisciniplary Studies” which essentially meant 'could not decide on his major.'<br/><br/>On a lark, after graduating, he went to Ireland, telling it was to find himself. Mostly, it was because he figured bumming around europe was almost a job description now, and it would get them off his back. They wished him well, and he flew to Ireland. He amused himself in the traditional american fashion, getting drunk and being a general nuisance. By accident however, he managed to stumble into the woods one day, needing to relieve himself. In there... he caught sight of a strange figure. A man with horns atop his head. Henry, being more then a little inebriated, chased the figure. It was that kind of night. When he caught the figure, Henry had no idea what he'd found. A man, with features that could be called handsome, beautiful, terrifying... Henry got the sense that he wasn't really able to cope with every side of the being he was seeing. He was more then Henry could understand. However, even like that, Henry could see that Cernunnos was dying. He looked ancient, and sickly.<br/><br/>When the figure spoke, Henry felt compelled to listen, taking a seat. The figure explained that he was Cernunnos, a literal god. A figure of nature, a relic of a belief system long gone. His kind, the Tuatha De Danan, the Fair Folk, known by the name of Fairies, were literal beings. Almost all of them were gone now though. As Humanity turned from them to others, turned from nature to fire and hewn stone and metal, they had turned their face from them, to retreat to their otherworldly domain and slumber, waiting for a time when humanities dominance would recede once more. There were still a few of them here and there, but Cernunnos claimed to believed he was the last of the truly powerful ones. Henry would discover that was a lie. He offered to make Henry his disciple. He'd shown himself to Henry for a simple reason. Long diluted, Henry was lucky or unlucky enough to have a fair portion of his peoples blood in his veins. Enough that Cernunnos could pass his powers to Henry, what of them there was left. In exchange, he asked for nothing. For while Henry lived, the link between them would sustain the god, reversing the progress of the illness. Henry, still rather drunk, agreed. And then... he went to sleep. Sleep was the wrong word though. Rather, he simply slipped from conciousness, as Cernunnos taught him what he needed to know. When Henry awoke, he was alone. He was tempted to believe that had just been a dream, except for two things. One, he had horns now. Small budding ones, hidden under his hair if her let it stick up... but he had them. Also, it was winter. Given that last he could remember it was summer, that was odd.<br/><br/>He stumbled into town, and realized that it wasn't winter. Or just winter. 5 years had passed in that glade, Cernunnos teaching him what he needed to know. A few checks determined things. He was dead. At least legal, declared so by the US authorities. His parents were dead, their money invested in the Henry O'Leary Foundation, which provided academic oppurtunities for brilliance where ever it was found.<br/><br/>Henry was left dazed, and with no idea what to do... when one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen walked up to him and instructed him to follow. Part of him said this was odd... but the rest followed, eyes on the disaphanous dress covered rear of the red head. She lead him to a small altar, where her other triplets were waiting. They bade him to lay upon the Altar, and he complied, lying back, unable to do anything but be bemused by their beauty. Even as they raised the stone daggers, he was unable to react. Just before the daggers came down, things... stopped. And a fellow walked up to him. Pointed ears, a flat cap, and smoking pipe and jacket. Brown hair, and eyes that shone with malicious glee. “Seems you have a bit of trouble, friend. Since you are new to this whole Fairy buisness, thought I might drop by and offer some advice.”<br/><br/>Henry was unable to respond, bemused. The figure smacked his forehead theactrically. “Oh, complete forgot. You are still taken in by their glamour. Here let me help with that.” And the figure reached out... and suddenly Henry was free. The man grinned, his teeth sharp. “And my advice? Nothing is more expensive then a free gift, my young friend. Be it from horny, me, or these ladies three. The Morrigan always did have a taste for theactrics.” The fellow snapped his fingers... and things started to move again, slowly speeding up. “Part of the reason they'd held onto the portion of their powers they have, honestly. Good luck, my new friend. I'll be seeing you again.” And he vanished. Henry reacted without thinking, a tree branch answering his call and slamming the three women away from him. They screamed their anger as Henry clamored up and honestly... fled. But they did not chase, something in their own eyes. Fear.<br/><br/>Henry fled Ireland, another encounter with the Morrigan convincing him that it was necessary. Without a passport, he was unable to do so legally however. But well... Cernunnos has taught him well, and the creatures of the sea were part of nature, as well as beings of the deep. A rowboat makes a shitty oceanic vessel, but his powers let him tamp down weather, and power was easily provided by a whale. He slipped from the UK to the Faroe Islands, and from there to Iceland, and Greenland. Following the arc south, he landed on Baffin Island, and from there, made his way to Canada, and slipped across the border. Ever since then, he's been wandering. Wandering is his natural inclination, and the longer he stays in one place, the more likely it is Puck (the odd fellow who helped him, and alluded to a price) and the Morrigan will find him. Both have before, and Henry hasn't enjoyed the meetings.