Some suggestions for concepts looking for players

Sodium Noir is a game that positively encourages stereotypes, it relies on everyone having a vague idea of the stock movie characters needed to present the mood of the game. For those who do not have a definitive and fixed idea of a character, here are some suggestions. These posts are open to players, and everything about them can be rewritten, tweaked, rethought and ignored. If you want to play the Chief of police as a Troll or a Hermetic mage and have a good character concept, then mail me!! This is not to say that all posts need be filled or that you have to play one of these roles. This is just my 5AM rambling about typical characters to fit the setting.

POLICE
One of the most important stereotypes in a Film noir or in any city setting, are the police. When a story has a heavy element of organised crime, of gangsters, hoods and people whose actions surf the edge of the legal divide, the police truly are the Thin blue line against which everything else is measured. I have no problem with Changelings, especially Troll's, Garou or Shapeshifter kinfolk as Police officers, such 'salt-of-the-earth' splats seem to fit these rolls perfectly. Beyond the boys in blue there are countless other positions in the police and law environment such as Police station Staff (civilian and Officers), District Attorney staff, Judges, Court services, Forensics, Vice detectives, Homicide detectives, under cover officers (always a good Character concept), Private detectives (and thier secretaries) and retired officers with jobs as Security guards. Another unusual role in this field is the River/Bay police. Involvement with the waterways of Gotham would allow a character not only a unique sphere of influence, but also access to the occasional scoop. While the rest of the boys in blue stalk the rain soaked streets and the donut shops, few bother with the Rivers or the bay itself.

Embittered old policeman (Works best for a non Vampire)
You've seen it all in your years, and your no longer effected by the filth. If it wasn't for the daily overdoses of caffeine, donuts and bourbon you might wind up in the Arkham asylum, but somehow you manage to get up each day and drag your tired carcass down to the station. Bleary eyes wash over the latest reports of murder, abuse, violence and inhumanity and then its out into the rain once more. Once, a long time ago, you thought you could make a difference. The cops on the take disgusted you, the drug pushers made your blood boil and you really, truly wanted to find out why so many homeless bums wound up dead by exsanguinations. But Gotham changed all that, like adding a rock onto your grave every day it has squashed all the humanity and the righteous indignation from your soul. Now you sleepwalk through your shifts, accepting the free meals and the cut price that come with the badge and you avoid looking in your partner's eyes. Every now and then they promote your partner and you wind up with a new kid, wet behind the ears and eager to change the world. Then its your job to take them by the scruff of the neck and show them how the world really operates. It never takes you long to break a rookies belief in the system and in mankind, Gotham itself provides you with endless practical lessons if you know where to go. You are sure that you'll die one night soon, bleeding your guts out in a back alley, having made no difference at all. By morning the endless downpour will have washed your blood and your memory away along with all the pain and you can finally sleep. Till that day you do the best you can … and you pray for rain.

Ghouled Policeman (Exploring the theme of serving the Vampires while still serving the people etc)
Any one who thinks the Police control this city is a fool, you know that all too well. But contrary to Hollywood and the comedy club regulars, it ain't the politicians or the Mob either, its not even the old money or the unions. The rulers of Gotham are long dead, and they like it that way. Working for the Vampires don't mean selling your soul to the devil, far from it, they want the same things you do. They like a safe city, with a happy population; they don't want to panic the herd. For the most part, the relationship you have with your master means you can do as you please, it even means you have the benefit of centuries of organisation and leadership. So what if an ordered society means you have to lose the odd piece of evidence or falsify the circumstances of a vagrants Death from time to time, in return you got on the fast track to detective, a great house in the suburbs and a right hook that would floor Ali! Sure, you're a Ghoul, a servant of the Undead Prince, but you're a damn good cop first and foremost and you keep this city clean of the kind of shit that plagues other burgs.

Society; High and Low
Gotham is very much a city buoyed up by old money, inherited fortunes fill the banks and investment funds and lead in turn to a fertile ground for fresh new ventures. The high class hangouts are always full of the rich, both old and new and the upper echelons of Gotham society Positions of influence are kept within the limited gene pools and the old school tie brigade manages to do a pretty good of preventing the lower classes from invading their arena. Good causes and high profile charity cases receive just enough money to keep the paparazzi interested and daughters are married off to promising young men for exorbitant dowries. Beneath the society darlings swim a huge army of staff, servants, assistants and agents of the families, providing employment for countless less fortunate Gothamites.

Femme fatal
You hold a very lofty and precarious position in Gotham's hierarchy and only constant vigilance will keep you there. Well, constant vigilance, a complete disregard for others and an almost palpable air of mystery all cultivated to match your Ralph Lauren and Armani attire. No matter how well the room is aspected by sun or shadow you always appear to have a soft light playing on your eyes and a hat at half mast. You ooze sex appeal, but not in any obvious way; the less you say and the less you try the more alluring you become. A pout from you is like being snubbed by God herself and you can break hearts simply by the way you exhale your smoke. Hubbies money and daddies position on the senate place on an almost unreachable pedestal, but like all the best people you have a deep and dark secret that threatens to destroy not only you but a whole clan of secondary players if it even came to light. Only carefully manipulated lovers, well paid flunkies and unwitting dupes serve to keep you one step ahead of your inevitable plummet into infamy.

Debutante (Daddy's spoilt little rich girl)
Life is so dull, for you its all such a drag. You go to all Lady Sinclair's gatherings, all the balls and all the charity evenings and you feel like your mind is turning to mush. Surely someone of your obvious panache should be able to find something more than this, you were destined for greatness after all. Mummy introduced you to hard liquor at 11, imported French cigarettes at 13 and Valium at 15, you graduated to Class A narcotics and sleeping with the help soon afterwards but the novelty soon wore off. In recent months you have begun to hang with a less savoury crowd, dating boys with earrings and even one who rides a motorbike, you might even bring one of them to tea next Sunday just to see daddy's face. You crave the strange and unusual, seeking newer and ever stimulating diversions to relieve the ennui of your jaded existence. On the streets of Gotham you might just get more than you ever imagined.

Prodigal Son
How you hate this dreary town and its tired old men. The smells here are of rotten waste and mass-produced concrete and how you miss the balmy nights of Singapore and Marrakech. It's just like you useless brother to go and die, and for father to demand you come home and take his place on the board. No more orgies in the Raj or hookah pipes for breakfast. But then fathers Money can but all the Opium in the world and that at least might make this bearable, for a while. So long as you can make it into the office for an hour each day and keep those dreadful track marks covered up at supper then everything will be fine. Give it a week and your finely honed senses will have rooted out the truly fun places to go and the truly stupid women to bed. There is nothing to fear here, money can buy everything and your father's fortune is inexhaustible.

Street Life

Streetwise kid
Its not like you're an orphan, you got a mom and a pop, its just that when they ain't working they're drowning in cheap booze and so you have to look out for yourself. And you've turned looking out for yourself into an art. Y'see the trick is to be flexible and available. Just because your delivering groceries today don't mean you won't be polishing shoes or jimmying phone boxes tomorrow. On slow days you can steal bottles from the back of a few bars and sell the empties back to old man Grover at the dime store. On a good day some halfwit will ignore the kid shining his shoes and let something juicy slip to a pal, and then you can negotiate that titbit to the right parties for a few bucks.

Private Investigator


Chinese opium smuggler
The round eyes own this city, but they never come down to china town. Even the police stay inside their cruisers, if they come by at all, and that's a good thing. Your room is small, but it has all you need. Top of the line hi-fi, music, clothes and somewhere to sleep. All it takes to survive here is to be of use to the ancestors, and to Khan Akril. Does it worry you that you are part of Akrils network, that you keep a lifetimes wages worth of pure opium beneath your stereo every month until his mirror shade wearing goons come to collect it? Only in those few moments between the songs, when there is no load music to drown out the voice of your conscience. Does it eat at you that the old man who owns the shop downstairs has to pay those same goons everything he earns in rent from you just to prevent his shop burning down in an 'accident? Only when his wife cooks you supper every evening and asks you why your mother never visits anymore. Does it make you angry that your sister is selling her body at Akril's massage parlour in the Haze or that your brother dropped out of art school to join a Tong? Only until you have smoked enough weed to dry out your eyeballs and had drifted off into a fitful and dream plagued sleep!

Drug addicted washout
Life was great until a few nights ago. Well, great in the way that you didn't notice it passing by as you pissed blood into the gutter and begged the passers by for enough money to feed your habit. But then you had a moment of clarity, an intimation of your mortality. Some Punk kid, all leather and chains, tried to bite you. Not in a kinky way, this fucker had great bit fangs and the strength of a bulldozer. Simply picked you up and started sucking your blood like you was a squeezy-pop. All of a sudden you was more sober than you've been in years and had a hard on like no junkie ever gets. But then it ended and there was this … thing. A huge mass of fur and claws pounding on leather boy until he came apart and turned to honest to goodness ash. The great hairy monster simply looked at you for a moment before it loped off like some giant … you don't know what, there's no comparison. You would have put the whole thing down to a bad trip if it weren't for the fact that you still have this festering wound on your throat and the fact that you pissed all the drugs out as it looked at you. Now for the first time in your miserable life you want to kick the drugs and get off the streets. Anything rather than admitting that those eyes that looked you from beneath that fur were the same eyes that you saw everyday begging for money on the corner of Turner and Vine.

Dancer (/actress/Chorus line girl)
From Breathless Mahoney in Dick Tracy to the heroine in 'Chicago', this stereotype is well documented. Gotham is awash with those starry eyed hopefuls all eager for the limelight and waiting to be swallowed by the city! The dreams and aspirations of this theme are closest to but in no way limited to the Changelings. You really are a cut above the rest but its not always talent that carries one to the top. In Gotham, as in all cesspools, its not what you know but who you know and you know exactly two people; the bus driver who brought you here and the drunk who dribbled all over you on the journey. You need a break, a place to stay and a shower, not necessarily in that order and Gotham doesn't yet look like its going to have them all ready and waiting for you. Until prince charming or a Theatre scout spots you then you will have to sing for your supper, maybe get a minimum wage job and try not to give up hope, if all else fails you have a number for a go go bar that wants strippers and topless waitresses. Yeah, like you'd ever sink that low!

Crime
Most of the action in Gotham happens down in the gutters where nobody looks too closely at what goes on and it is in the shadows that most Gothamites flourish. The streets belong to The Family, but that does not mean that there are no small cracks to be filled. Pimps, car thieves, hustlers, whores, pick pockets, harlots with a heart, streetwalkers, lookouts and beggars also pound the pavement in Gotham. The homeless problem in the city has reached epidemic proportions and in Downtown the bums fill every alleyway and derelict building they can find.

Recidivist
Your parole officer thinks your a three time loser, he told you so last week when you got outta jail again. Same shit, different decade as far as he's concerned. He got you a job washing dishes and so long as you show you mug once a week at his office he could care two bits what you do. So now your up to your elbows in soapy water out back of this greasy spoon just waiting for a job. A man of your skills shouldn't be forced to do menial labour you have talents! Two years in the big house might not have done much for your reputation, but that'll soon change. Maybe you'll take a bus over to the Harlequins swanky gaff and see if he can hook you up with an outfit looking for an extra pairs of hands, hands with light fingers that is.

Hustler
For some men its pool, for others it's the Gee Gee's, but with you its poker. Your fingers are perfectly crafted for the manipulation, shuffling, palming and dealings of cards and your brain is like an adding machine when it comes to remembering who has what. You can spot a guys tell before he's even sat at the table and your poker face makes the statues at the museum look like they have a twitch. When your winning everything is dandy, you don't have to think about your empty room downtown, your empty address book or your three pairs of pants with the shiny patches in the ass. Family guys, with the teeth, and the Irish mooks with the hairy palms, those fags with the pointy ears, you've sat next to them all and left with no bad feeling. It's a social scene that leaves you smelling of cigars and looking like you have a luggage rack under your eyes and maybe one-day you'll go to Vegas, pit your wits against the crème de la crème in the championships, but not today. Your good enough to do this for a living and your names still worth something with the loan sharks. You pay the rent, you play the odds, you put in the hours and you ain't never had to have a finger cut off by the family for over extending your credit. Sure you'll never pass up the chance to fleece the college boys or to act like a nerd when high rollers come into town with money to burn, but on any night that you ain't hustling fools you're sat at a table with the grifters and the Suicide Kings.

Street level Hood (Independant)
Well this a queer old city and no mistake. There's the Camarilla on one side, in their penthouses and their boardrooms, and the Sabbat on the other in their mansions and their gambling dens and whats a soul gonna do to stop being ground between the two? Well you found the Harlequin, the only Independent Vampire with any real power in this god forsaken sin bin. Behind that god awful suit and the wicked twinkle in the eye is an elaborate web of criminals and contacts that stretch from the dizzying heights of the penthouse suits to the raid soaked gutters, and beyond. You fit right in to this band of untrustworthy and unlovable rogues, using what charms you had to impress the Ravnos kingpin. He found a use for your particular talents and he's pointed out who to avoid and where not to ply my trade in return for as yet undisclosed favours in the future. Oh sure I know that's gonna hurt when its time to pay up, but that's the way when you cut a deal with the devil. Its better to be part of a Ravnos outfit with your eyes on the exit than a bloodbound Sabbat clone or a cog in the Camarilla wheel.

Recently Embraced Ghoul (Camarilla)
You were one of the Anubi, the Ghoul elite who serve and protect the Primogen and more importantly the Prince. Then some dickweed tried to assassinate your beloved leader and your well honed instincts kicked in. At least you think they were your instincts, it seems that you wouldn't have taken a bullet for someone else a few years back, perhaps you have grown as a person. Now, in reward for your quick thinking and general success at not getting the prince killed you have been given the gift of eternal life. Being a Ghoul was pretty good but this really rocks! Now the Anubi bow to you and the Vampires have stopped looking at you as if you were a hot fudge sundae, the ultimate promotion. Pay attention they told you, master your Beast and the powers it grants you, learn what your Clan expects of you, but learn what the Prince and his council demand first. Toe the line, don't fuck up and your guaranteed a long and pleasurable existence as one of the powers that be!

Shovelhead (Sabbat)
You thought you were a monster, a creature of the night. You were wrong, DEAD wrong! Perhaps it was that self delusion that kept you standing long enough to survive your maiden assignment when all the other conscripts were gunned down by the better equipped ghouls, you will probably never really know. Whatever quirk of fate helped you make it beyond the five minutes your Sire and his pack gave you seems to be holding strong so far. Now you're a probationary member of the Sect and if you can avoid final death for a little while longer you might even be made a True Sabbat. Strangely enough the whole concept seems to be growing on you. Maybe this is what you wanted all along, to belong. Only last night the rest of the pack actually stopped cutting slices off of the whore to ask if you wanted to join in. Yeah, this being dead thing might just be the making of you!

Dock Worker
The Docks ain't a bad place to work, especially if your one of Gaia's chosen. Sure it means you have to smell the smog and the powdered concrete from the industrial district, but that's the Apes progress for you. Its better that the Weavers taint spreads across reclaimed marshland that have it blight the untouched wylds beyond the city. Here you and your pack can keep an eye on what comes in and out of the City and on the factories. While you are here nobody is gonna spill their effluent into the bay and the Vampires can't get their dead fingers into the unions either. You hated school with a passion and now you've had your first change you can shift cargo with the best of them. Anything that would have caused you a problem in the old days is no problem in Glabro. Fianna muscle, Glass Walker know how and Bone Gnawer wits make this a nice little earner for the Garou and the Shadow Lords pass enough of the real power down to your level to keep your boys happy. Once the shifts finish you can all go down to the bar and sink a few with the Trolls and the endless streams of Irish Kinfolk who followed the Fianna into Gotham, another 'union meeting' in the Docks won't cause the doorman at the flophouse any trouble after all.

Gotham National Park ranger
Everything in life is trade off, but under the tutelidge of your mentor you have become an expert in playing the game. You can survive the fall out from the city in return for all the weekend visitors and the money they bring to the upkeep of the Wyld. Protecting the Wyld and the Caern bawn with support from the Ahroun and the others in return for looking the other way when Gaia's warriors hijack a truck of cigarettes out on the lonely roads. Having to put up with a war oriented sept in return for access to moon bridges and spirit allies. The Umbra you and your Pack frequent is as safe a place as can be found in the periphery and the Theurges at least show them a modicum of respect for your warding of the Park. In the months since you first became a wolf you have had to learn a lot about the Garou but here the Spirits are close enough to hear and the city far enough away to forget. For every victory you achieve, the price is troubling but hardly unacceptable. Sometimes it causes your Rage to boil when you are ordered to let the Vampires pass without harassment, but then when the law was passed to build on reclaimed land and to leave the countryside protected your heart sang. Somehow the leeches have managed to keep the Apes from building more roads from the city into your domain and there are more preservation orders in place than almost any other city in the states. Compromise is a homid concept that you have had to learn and it was a bitter pill to swallow, but the ends certainly do justify the means!!

Goodfella
Gaia gave you claws and teeth, she made you tough as all Hell and she filled your heart with rage, all you needed was direction and that came from the Shadow Lord Absalom. As a member of Absalom's war pack you get to be incredibly High Profile among the youngsters of the sept, fighting on the frontline in times of war and backing him up when its time to collect the protection money from the businesses in the industrial areas. Life in the Garou hierarchy provides everything you ever wanted; girls, guns, tailor made suits, violence, glory, honour and even wisdom. All you need now is a chance to take on a lone Vampire or maybe one of these fairy's they all talk about, a chance to show just how tough and resourceful you really are and how indispensable you can be to the organisation. Bring it on!

PLEASE NOTE:

WE are currently not accepting anymore Mage Characters due to the inordinate amount of Will Workers already wandering the streets of Gotham.

Fairy hunter
Gotham, city of sin, what a hellhole. But it's the hellhole you have been desperate to get to ever since one of the crusties at your Chantry of mentorship mentioned the Changelings here. He made it sound as if there was a Fae spirit on every street corner and now you have come here to meet one. You were always enamoured of the fair folk as a child and when father informed you matter of factly that Santa Claus and the tooth fairy didn't exist you were shattered. How could they have lied to you? But all that has changed now, and you know he was an idiot. Now you are going to meet and befriend these dream spirits and perhaps even write a thesis on how they survive in the grip of the Technocratic paradigm.

Tass harvester
So, Gotham has no Mages huh? How delightful! Time to sift through the ashes and see what you can find. After all with no one to control the Tass or lay down the law you can make a killing. Certainly you know that the city is dangerous and it won't be long before other hit on the same idea, but you have always enjoyed the thrill of the chase. Hints about powerful Artefacts and unique grimoires have been spilling out of this wasteland since Horizon lost contact with the Temple of the Five Dragons Chantry and you intend to be the one who finds them. Chaos and Entropy can be so rewarding if you have the balls to go looking, and once you get settled in you can start exploring. Maybe if the urban legends are true you will even find a few Vampires or an Honest to goodness Werewolf?

Faustian Seeker
Panic! His name is spoken of in awe by the Orphans and spat out in disgust by the Arch Magi, you have to meet him. It cannot be simple coincidence that he sits atop the wreckage of Gotham while all other Awakened were withered by the storm. They talk of Devils and wise old Akashics, soul weary Choristers and a Node of unimaginable serenity; no questing Avatar could resist the call. Your Cabal refused to come, they said you were a power hungry fool looking for a short cut to ascension, but that's not true at all. This City holds secrets about the Nephandi and the Hazards all Mages must face, it also stands as a testament to what one man can achieve if he has the strength of vision. Gotham and its secrets should stand as a valuable example for all Awakened and you will be the one to unlock its lessons, to sip the brackish water from this befouled and unholy Grail.

Revenging Spiv
I got a little careless see, and they came for me one night when I was with my woman. The nights, activities, had left me tired and I didn't hear them till it was too late. They took me down to the docks and threw me to the fishes, concrete boots an all. Goodbye they said as they pushed me in. Well they don't get rid of me that easy see, I am back and I am pissed! Sure this whole land of the dead puts a bit of a damper on my plans to get even, but I survived a long time on the streets and there's nothing these spooks can throw at me I can't dodge. Look out boys, turns out there is life after death and when I'm done you'll all be this side of the veil and bound in stygian chains of my forging!

Wuthering Wight
You used to be a self centred, obnoxious bitch with no concept of other peoples needs or rights but dying cured you of your worst personality flaws. You killed your worthless elf over some pompous arse that you believed you loved and broke your mothers aged heart. It was only after you opened your wrists that you discovered just how extraordinarily lucky you were to have a family and friends who loved you. In the end it was your selfish nature that saved you from oblivion because you were such an arrogant cow your shadow couldn't wear you down even during those times when it had full control. Now after several epiphanies during times of harrowing you have realised what you wasted and are determined not to make the same mistakes again. As a Wraith you have a limited 'life' that you can still use to make good on your promises, you can look out for mom, guide your little sisters and maybe prevent a few of your college girlfriends from ending up like you. Now you haunt the suburbs as a guardian angel, looking after those who need it and forever searching to fill the hole in your soul.

Giovanni stool pigeon
When you had an arse it belonged to the Spics, the Giovanni crime family. You were a two bit snitch for the police as well, but you simply didn't have the smarts to stay healthy and the Family marked your card for you when one of their boys ended up doing five to ten due to your loose tongue. Now you're a ghost and you have got access to a whole new collection of info. You can sit right next to the Police sergeant, the D.A. or the local heroin shipper and listen to their plans. Problem is your old bosses among the Giovanni are the ones who can hear the dead speak and they have some other powers too. Seems your destined to have the spics pull your strings for eternity, but so long as your useful they seem to be happy with you as a free agent.

Seelie Firebrand
America, land of the free! What a bunch of crap! Your Lord sent you here with a message for his former ally, a Sidhe of House Fionna and what did you find? A washed up and forsworn grump sitting in back of a bar and regretting his noble birth. Ok well you have delivered the message, for what its worth, now maybe its time you reminded these lacklustre fools about the joys of living, the need to foster glamour and the code of the Dreaming. You can hear opportunity knocking and it's your duty to answer that call. Gotham is, for you, a city on the edge of the banal abyss and only brave young souls like yourself can save this city from itself.

Child of the Sunless Court (Sluagh, Inanimae or Thallain)
As a Sewer dweller you survived the worst of the troubles and have been well educated in the ways of the fae and the Gallain. You know secrets of the Children of Lilith, told to you by the Nosferatu, and you can pass an evening with the Garou based solely on hints and suggestions imparted by Bone Gnawers. The Sluagh and their allies have seen something worthy of cultivation in your nature and you have been sent out with messengers, tunnel runners and emissaries to learn their trade. You know the undercity like the back of your hand and many of the other sewer folk know your face. All this means that you will soon be given more weighty missions and the right to pursue your own agendas away from the catacombs. You can't wait.

Moma Carny (Unseelie)
Your family have been carny folk for generations and your ain't the first in your kin to undergo the Chrysalis. Now much of your family is dead and gone, killed in the awful accident that closed both the funfair and the Unseelie court it sheltered. Your Dream dance began a scant few months after that awful night and for much of that traumatic awakening you were alone with only half remembered images from the times the Changelings had enchanted you for their own amusement. Now you're a Changeling too and you have a host of lost waifs and dreamers to hide among. For the past three years you have struggled to keep the remnants of the Fairground court together, visiting the families of undone Fae and trying to bring new blood into the shanty town on the isle of crabs. Its taken time but you have built up the courage to go visiting the mainland court in Raindogs bar and rumours have begun to circulate about a new Sidhe noble looking to revitalise the Funfair Court. The dream might have stuttered and wobbled for a time but if you have anything to do with it, the light of glamour will be rekindled in the city of Sin.

Sodium Switchblade Line backer (Troll or Redcap)
Football is like a pure performance to you, its primal, physical poetry. Every tactic, every block and every feint is like a movement in a carefully crafted symphony and your well-toned body is the medium through which you create your art. Off the field you feel cumbersome and alienated, social situations that cannot be dominated by your growing fame make you uncomfortable. House, court, Motley, none of these are as important as the Team but they are slowly growing in significance, perhaps if a Noble rises to take hold of the fae in Gotham you might apply to become a Knight in his retinue.

Eset-a Artefact appraiser
You work for the Eset-a as a field agent, searching out objects of power and assessing their link, if any, to the Sekhem of the Undying pantheon. While the ultimate goal of your allies is to find the fourteen fragments of Osiris scattered body you don't really expect to ever find anything of that importance. You do however come across some pretty amazing talismans and trinkets in your travels across the world and you have developed an eye for telling fake from finery. The Tem-akh that is now a part of your soul drives you onwards in your quest while your modern understanding of technology and multimedia has helped you track down prospective items. Gotham seems more promising than any city you have visited since your rebirth as an Amenti.

Shemsu-Heru trouble-shooter
What an age! Pictures that move on a huge screen, Chariots without horses and every other building as tall as the great pyramid. The people of this age have fallen far from the path of Ma'at and the other undying seem to have forgotten the Wat-Hor, but you still remember. You are a loyal follower of great Horus and for you the war still rages. The Followers of Sutekh have multiplied, but so have your abilities and now the battlefield is a city called Gotham. The Shemsu-Heru were pleased that you returned to them after so long a sojourn in Ammenti and they set you up in this fallen metropolis as a watcher. There are others here too, those who have lost their way and those who never knew it as well. Isis be blessed but this incarnation is going to be busy for you!

Ishmaelite Freebooter
You've heard the whispers about this city from across the veil, the haunting melodies of the city of sin. This side of the great divide the stars speak of a great convergence on this site and the scales of Ma'at teeter on this axis. Legends among the undying hint that this town holds great secrets and great danger, for those who seek it, and the names they speak in hushed tones echo down through the ages. Like a tuft of rotten bandage blown by the wind, you were drawn here slowly and yet inexorably, following the treasures from the once great city of Par-Bast and the other seekers until you wound up on this street where Ra is rarely seen, in this incessant rain. The harlots are no longer sacred, but their curves are just as enticing and if you close your eyes you could almost be back in Memphis, or Constantinople, or Baghdad. To a searcher such as you all things are possible and nothing is forbidden. Fate has brought you here, hiding her smile behind the veil of night, and now only the stars can tell what will happen next.