Peter Faun aka: PANIC

Panic on the streets of London
Panic on the streets of Birmingham
I wonder to myself
Could life ever be sane again

On the Leeds side-streets that you slip down
I wonder to myself
Hopes may rise on the Grasmeres
But Honey Pie, you're not safe here
- Panic
- The Smiths

Race	Mage
Splat	Cult of Ecstasy
Title	Head of Chaste Dragon

Physical Description
a teenager of slight build, Panic has an unworldly beauty, at once both effeminately angelic and Devilishly handsome. Large dark eyes that seem to be constantly at the verge of tears peer out dreamily from a boyish visage, causing many of his more matronly ladies to compare him to Rudolph Valentino and the younger one to mention Johnny Depp. This Adonis like Greek beauty is what got panic into trouble in the first place and he often takes measures to deny it.

The final noticeable feature about Panic is the result of paradox, an unfortunate flaw that he has never been able to fully overcome. In times of high emotion and usage of Quintessence his skin takes on a natural bioluminescence. Bright neon colours dance across his flesh with enough energy to light a room earning him the sobriquet of 'cuttlefish boy' from a vampire associate. While the multi coloured skin dance is rarely visible while Panic is fully clothed, his eyes are also effected by the same flaw. They often change from his natural Brown to blue, grey, green or hazel and back to brown in quick succession, but never as lurid a shade as those demonstrated by his Sub-dermal-fluorescence.

Personality
His moods swing from manic to dark and brooding, but there just seems to be something about him everyone likes. Mannerisms that could be described as effeminate are often displayed alongside exuberant childish excitement.

Every bad stereotype of the Ecstatic tradition can be found in the Mage. Deviant practices and sexual gluttony, paired with substance abuse on a grand scale and reckless abandon as a way of life mark the Mage in the final nights as he explores his longed for freedom. Whatever troubles plague his young mind are soothed by the whores of the bordello, his adoptive tribe of mothers and sisters, against whom he will accept no disrespect. The Chaste Dragon has a reputation among working girls as a safe haven, and among violent John's as a place where revenge is always taken.

Story
Boyish charm, vulnerability and an Avatar with the potential to awaken made Peter irresistible to a sect of Nephandi devotees of the Defiler Wyrm. They kidnapped the child and ensconced him in their Chantry, a back street brothel. The Mages took their pleasures from the debasement of his soul and the savouring of his flesh and lefy him with only the equally enslaved whores to bind his wounds and feed him what slops remained from the tables.

After two years of being raped and molested by the fallen mages, both physically and mentally, the Nephandi offered the boy in sacrifice to a minor Demon. This creature offered the Cabal unlimited knowledge of the Fallen hierarchies and was worth more than a battered plaything in their estimations. As the summoned hellion prepared to slake its thirst upon him, Peter lashed out, forcing his Avatar to awaken and instinctually castigating the Demon and banishing it from the casting circle.

The Mages beat the boy into submission, an easy task due to the years of domination, and took him away to be trained as a Nephandus. For six years the boy suffered at the whim of his tormentors and learnt from them the skills of the Magi. As he learnt the Pit craft of the Nephandi and the corrupted views on the spheres of Magic, the boy began to conceive of a plan for freedom. He hoarded as much knowledge as possible and when left alone in his cell to recover from the abuse he practiced his own Diabolic summoning. Eventually his trial and error allowed him to break through the seals and his Invitation was heard in the Courts of the Demon Queen. In answer to his petitions, the Infernal powers sent him an emissary, a small female Imp whom only he could see, and a subtle transaction began.

Constant and prolonged interaction with the Demon world, added to the mentorship of his Imp familiar, resulted in a Mage expertly skilled in the ways of the Hidden. His natural Charm and social abilities gelled well with a grasp for the Spheres of Spirit, Entropy and Correspondence and a workable grasp of Time and Mind. By his early teens Peter, now called Panic after a joke made by his masters, was a Karcist par excellence.

His increased abilities helped him bring no small amount of comfort to his beloved whores and together the pitiful group bore their unhappy lot by bonding together in their suffering. The Nephandi's masters saw a powerful tool in the young boy and began to concentrate their plans wholly on him. This rise in favour provoked resentment among the rest of the fallen Cabal and his torments began to spiral into ever darker abuses. Panic would have been the perfect Nephandi but for one flaw that neither the Mages nor the Demons could burn out of him.

Hope!

Panic was and is a survivor, his spirit is strong and it survived all the tortures of the Nephandic Cabal. No amount of beatings and buggery could quench his spark of wilful rebellion and Panic became a constant source of irritation to the other Nephandi. He made himself useful and popular to the Infernal agencies from whom his tormentors took their orders and exchanged this growing popularity for as much freedom as was possible. By embarrassing unpopular mages and singling out one victim while gaining the favour of others he took his revenge without endangering himself or his charges among the 'girls'.

With the help of his familiar he became an invaluable resource to the Nephandi. He understood the subtle differences between Demonic entities and the Machiavellian rules of politics between them all. Beyond what he learnt from the Imp and from forbidden texts, he contacted minor Hellions and rogue Spirits to learn more first hand. As his skills increased he learnt how to play one faction of Hell against another and his insight into the Infernal hierarchies put him ahead of the game in his dealings. His silver tongue could convince the Umbrood to part with services and knowledge for almost zero return and leave them thinking he had done them a favour. Panic made friends in every realm, and slowly collected a string of boons and favours among various supernatural races as well. Several times he over played his hand, but quick thinking and daring moves allowed him to extinguish his enemies by betraying them to their enemies and gain a new alliance in the process.

Most importantly, he discovered how simple it was to fulfil the needs of the lower echelons of Hell's population. Succubi wanted fertile partners or information and assistance for their offspring, others wanted insider information or the careful realignment of certain of Humanities morals, all of which Panic provided for them.

By the Time Panic made his move he had the might of several factions to call upon from the Demonic, mortal and Spirit plains. Convinced that the boy was incapable of betraying his captors, the Wyrm worshipping Barabbi employed him in gathering intelligence on their intended targets and he penetrated deeper and deeper into the Nephandi's true scheme. While the rest of the Cabal served the Defiler Wyrm in its insidious goals, Panic became an Agent for the Dark Mother. He spread his sphere of influence far enough that had the Nephandus paid more attention, they might have realised that their gamble was already doomed. When Panic contacted the Defiler's ministers and offered his services, they were only too happy to accept. Panic assured them that if they went with his plan their attempt to snatch more power in the Infernal market could take place years ahead of schedule. The only price would be the betrayal and destruction of their former servants, the Nephandi mages of the Brothel. The Wyrm agreed.

A week later the badly damaged and amnesiac Peter emerged from the Bordello that housed the Nephandi and declared he was now the owner of the establishment. The secret allies he had made in Hell had devoured both the Nephandi and their masters and birthed the mage Panic. All the years of abuse at the hands of the devil worshippers had been born through the kindness of the whores when their masters were not looking and he returned the kindness.

Still a child of 15, Panic was careful to bide his time. With full access to the Nephandi library and vaults he honed his skills. Through several fronts he dealt with other supernaturals and tradition mages until he felt ready to cleanse the node. Allies among the Succubi and the Fae, along with a Vampiric Lover from England and a Pack of Garou lent their powers to the Mage and the Caul was torn from the Node, its Quintessence cleansed. The act of stripping the Nephandi taint also removed the spells used to cloak its presence and soon Mages came to investigate.

Over the years, the Chantry became a home to other young mages of the Cult of Ecstasy and many orphans and Hollow ones. The community grew and made alliances with the other two chantries in Gotham until something slew every Mage but two in a hundred mile radius.
The Chaste Dragon and its poisoned Node are now under the soul aegis of Panic and so are the prostitutes who make the building their home.

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TINKERBELL

I am the needle in your vein I am the high you can't sustain I am the pusher I'm a whore I am the need you have for more - self destruction, Nine Inch Nails

Called an Imp by classical Demonologies and considered as one of the Futile or 'lesser Demons' by Barrabi Mages, Tinkerbell has grown to Love the boy Panic and being bound to his service is a task she relishes. The name Tink came from the same joke that landed Peter with his own moniker but she appears to be happy enough with it. The Imp is invisible to those who cannot see the near Umbra but she is capable of effecting the mundane world if she wishes. The high occurance of missing objects and the souring of milk often heralds her proximity to those who know of her existence.

Her social skills serve to heighten his own and she provides perfect Knowledge on any Infernal power or subject. As long as he is able to consult her, Panic effectively knows everything there is to know about the Demon world. On the downside, any who serve the Fallen, Ba'ali, Nephandi or mortal Satanists, will recognise him as an enemy and their masters can track him anywhere he goes. Only time will tell if any of the Fallen factions decide to take revenge for the destruction of their peers at the Chaste Dragon.

APPEARANCE
About the size of a Barbie doll, Tink is a lithe and buxom teenaged woman in miniature. She has a long sinuous tail about three times the length of her body and a pair of bat like wings that protrude from her muscular shoulders. Her hair is always unkempt in a sexy and alluring way and it covers her eyes unless held away from her face. Tink prefers to be naked, eschewing the mortal fashion for clothing for the same reason she snubs at everything else the rest of the world does. That being said she can conjure up any apparel or accessories she requires to accentuate her point.

STORY
There was this Futile girl you see, and she wasn't much in the great hierarchy of the Hidden. She was more of a ball of energy than a real Demon, skipping around the halls of Pandaemonium and getting in everybody's way until the Dark Queen herself noticed her. The Queen gave this girl thing a job, going to and fro as she always had, but now she would carry messages for the Queen. She would speak with the Voice of Lilith and be an emissary of the Lilim in the courts of the Hidden and she would even be sent to the mortal realm from time to time, when the situation was dire enough.

The Mother of the Demons gave her a very special Investment, an improvement on the shapeshifting abilities of the Succubi. When this Chaos sprite visit other Hidden she would take on a form that pleased her Host, one that put her in the perfect position to ingratiate herself among the disparate tribes of Hell. When in Dis she appeared as a glorious buxom warrior, with flaming hair and eyes of fury. When in Satan she was a woman of harsh light who floated on wings made from ribbons of light and with a voice that commanded attention. In the Vestibule she was a wild woman or a traveller with a sweet and honeyed voice.

Now this Futile enjoyed this life, she liked to learn things, especially dirty little secrets and this job gave her the perfect opportunity to do so. She skipped from bedroom to yurt to palace, doing her mistress bidding and learning all there was to know about the rest of the Hidden she had once only seen from the windows of the floating city. This Sprite made friends in all corners of the Infernal realm, but especially among the other Futile. For the lowest rung of society, a sprite with less rank and less energy than yourself is easy to love and when she holds a job that gains her respect, she becomes useful. For eons this little emissary of the Dark mother flitted from one place to another and nothing tied her down.

But all that changed when she was given a special mission beyond the Seals. This Sprite was sent to answer the summons of a boy Mage whose audacity and skill called from the mortal realm and had caused a ripple of interest throughout Pandaemonium. When she crossed the seals, the Sprite found that she had a new shape. Her formless and chaotic spark had become what the boy wanted her to be, a secret and invisible friend. Both wanton and protective like the whores who had raised him and showed him enough love to keep him sane. She was as dark as he knew the Hidden realm to be and as disrespectful as he needed a friend to be.

The Sprite felt as though her new tiny shape had always been the real her and she loved the boy for showing it to her. For the first time in an eternal existence without time she felt ties and a sense of belonging and she became the familiar to this boy. Because the Whores would tease the boy and liken him to Peter pan, the Sprite took the name of Tinkerbell and that's how that story ends.

What? Ok so I am not your typical Futile, my Mortal form can't pass as human but that's because Panic is a Mage and I have special powers. You want to know about the boring run of the mill Futile, go ask them and stop bugging me!