Elizabeth Downing
Cost Characteristic Value Roll Notes
-2 STR 8 11- Lift: 75.8kg; HTH: 1 1/2d6; END: [1]
9 DEX 13 12- OCV: 4  DCV: 4
6 CON 13 12-
0 BODY 10 11-
0 INT 10 11- PER Roll: 11-
26 EGO 23 14- ECV: 8; Mental Defense: 0
0 PRE 10 11- PRE Attack: 2d6
2 COM 14 12-
0 PD 2   Total: 5 PD (3 rPD)
0 ED 3   Total: 6 ED (3 rED)
7 SPD 3   Phases: 4, 8, 12
0 REC 5   Running: 6" / 12"
0 END 26   Swimming: 2" / 4"
0 STUN 21  
Elizabeth Downing | Summary
Real Name: Hair Color: Brown
Concept: Eye Color: Green
Affiliation: La Cirque de Faust Height & Weight: 5' 6" (1.68 m) / 130 lbs (59.00 kg)
Played By: KL Wilson Date of Birth: Player Character
Created By: KL Wilson Place of Birth: Darren Woods
Cost Powers END
12 Precognition/Retrocognition: Retrocognitive, Precognitive Clairsentience (Sight Group), Costs END Only To Activate (+1/4) (75 Active Points); No Conscious Control (-2), Concentration, Must Concentrate throughout use of Constant Power (0 DCV; Character is totally unaware of nearby events; -1 1/2), Precognition/Retrocognition Only (-1), Vague and Unclear (-1/2) 6
20 Detect Cursed Objects: Detect A Class Of Things 14- (Unusual Group), Increased Arc Of Perception (360 Degrees), Range, Sense 0
Cost Talents
6 Sees it Coming: Combat Luck (3 PD/3 ED)
7 Sense Magic: Magesight, Sense
Cost Martial Arts
Maneuver Phase OCV DCV Notes
15 Self Defense
Disarm 1/2 -1 +1 Disarm; 18 STR to Disarm
Eye Gouge 1/2 -1 -1 Flash 4d6
Low Blow 1/2 -1 +1 2d6 NND
Throw 1/2 +0 +1 1 1/2d6 +v/5, Target Falls
Cost Skills
9 Climbing 14-
11 Conversation 14-
5 Deduction 12-
3 Everyman Skills
Acting 8-
Concealment 8-
Knowledge Skill: Castleford 11- (0 Active Points)
Language: English (idiomatic)
Paramedics 8-
Professional Skill: Store Clerk 8- (0 Active Points)
Shadowing 8-
Stealth 8-
TF: Small Motorized Ground Vehicles (0 Active Points)
5 Knowledge Skill: Best Hiking Places 13-
2 Language: French (completely fluent; literate) (4 Active Points)
2 Language: German (completely fluent; literate) (4 Active Points)
11 Persuasion 14-
5 Trading 12-
50+ Disadvantages
20 Normal Characteristic Maximum
10 Physical Limitation: Nearsighted: (Infrequently, Greatly Impairing)
10 Psychological Limitation: Afraid of Her Powers: (Uncommon, Strong)
10 Psychological Limitation: Struggles Against the Curruption of Her Power: (Common, Moderate)
15 Psychological Limitation: Wants To Find a Way to Rid Herself of Her Powers: (Common, Strong)
20 Psychological Limitation: Will Not Kill: (Common, Total)
10 Social Limitation: Jerk Magnet: (Frequently, Minor)
5 Unluck: 1d6
3 Experience Points
Elizabeth Downing | Points Summary
Characteristics Cost: 48 Base Points: 50
Powers Cost: 32 Disadvantages: 100
Talents Cost: 13 Total Experience: 3
Perks Cost: 0 Spent Experience: 11
Martial Arts Cost: 15 Unspent Experience: 0
Skills Cost: 53 Total Points: 153

Drifting up out of slumber Liz tried to roll over and found she was unable to move. Confusion pushing sleep from her mind she opened her eyes to find herself sitting upright, tied securely to a chair. Fear replaced confusion as memory of her abduction came flooding back. The rough hands grabbing her, the sweet smelling cloth covering her face, blocking her screams.

A noise off to the side drew her attention and she turned toward it, dreading to see the axe wielding maniac her imagination conjured. The sight that met her eyes was so different from the one she had imagined she was, at first, unable to process it. Instead of the giant, hairy, brute of a man she had expected her captor was a small, balding, bookish looking, middle aged man. The type she wouldn't have given a second glance if she had met him on the streets.

Liz's struggles caught the man's attention and he walked toward her carrying a small bowl. Placing the bowl on a low pedestal beneath her left arm he took a small, sharp knife from it. To Liz the bowl looked almost like a skull, about the size of a child's, with ominous, dark, rust colored stains filling the cavities.

The man began to mumble in a language Liz didn't recognize and then suddenly, drew the knife across her wrist. The man's eyes were glazed and held a frightening spark, a spark that Liz could only think of as madness. Fear gave way to panic as she felt the warm gush of blood leaving the wound. Helplessly she watched her life draining into the bowl as the man continued his strange half-crazed mumbling.

Liz felt a power in the room, growing as her life ebbed away. A dim corner of her mind realized the power was feeding on her life force, using her blood as a conduit allowing it to grow in strength even as she weakened. The mumbling and loss of blood had combined to dull her awareness of anything in the room other than the growing power and a creeping darkness threatening to overwhelm her. She fought to retain consciousness, knowing if she failed death would not be far away.

A sudden crash registered on the edges of her senses. Through numbed thoughts she vaguely identified the noise as someone breaking down a door. She drifted further into the darkness barely noticing the struggle going on just a few feet from her helpless form. Then another crash and agony.

the struggle the bowl had been knocked from it’s pedestal and crashed to the floor breaking into hundreds of small pieces. The power deprived of its focus sought a new focus. It followed the warm blood that had fed it to it’s source, the young woman tied helplessly in the chair.

Liz felt the power enter her like a fire flowing through her veins. First her wrist where the wound was still pouring out her life blood. Then her whole arm felt like she had plunged it into a roaring fire. It continued to fill her until she was sure that when it subsided nothing would remain of her except a pile of ash, if the fire subsided at all. She would not have been surprised if the fire did not stop with her but continued to engulf anything it came in contact with until the entire planet was nothing but a scorched cinder.

Then darkness.

She awoke in the hospital a changed woman. She could still feel the power flowing through her though it no longer burned but had become a comforting balm promising to take away all misery and pain if she would only give in to it. The promise offered by the power was tempting and it took all of Liz’s self control to fight the urge to give in. For she knew the force residing within her was evil.

The next few weeks were a struggle for Liz. Not for her life which she had nearly lost but for her very soul. The seductive call of power battered at her night and day until she thought she would go crazy. Afraid to confide in anyone for fear they would think she was crazy Liz suffered the power’s influence alone, without help.

As her body regained it’s strength the power within her faded until it was gone and she was free.

Or so she thought.


Elizabeth is a kind woman who thinks first of her friends and then of herself. She is afraid the power feedback she experienced is corrupting her and does her best to not use the abilities she gained from the experience. She also secretly enjoys the feeling of power she gets when the abilities manifest which leaves her feeling guilty and confused for enjoying a power she feels is evil.

A great love of the outdoors drives her to hike through the countryside whenever she can find the time and she is rarely found indoors.


“Power is not the answer.”


When the bowl shattered and the power flowed into Elizabeth it transferred some of the bowls abilities to her. As a result she is capable of seeing into both the future and the past though she has no control over when the power will work or what she will see. When a vision hits she is completely oblivious to all else around her and becomes totally immersed in what the vision has to show.

Another side effect of the attack is the ability to sense the presence of other cursed objects. If one is nearby she will feel herself drawn to it as if it were a magnet and she were made of iron.


Prior to the attack Elizabeth preferred to wear tee shirts and jeans. Now she tends to wear long sleeve shirts as to hide the scar on her wrist. Her thick, brown hair is usually tied in a ponytail to keep it from falling in her eyes, when loosed it falls to her shoulder blades. The muscles on her legs are well developed from years of hiking and contribute to an overall athletic appearance. Her round face and large eyes give her a look of innocence.