Like all fae creatures, you are grievously wounded by Cold Iron, and none of your abilities can affect it even indirectly. Your Clarity is somewhat low. You are possessed of an alien intellect. You are more Them than you are you. Enslaving other Changelings, and managing the schemes of The Jabberwocky have taken a toll. As a result, you have taken on several Curses, or Frailties, the bans and banes of fairytale creatures. You suffer the following conditions:

>If someone says Mr. Black while tossing coins or money to the ground, you are compelled to count all of it, and ifvyou resist the urge, you are (modestly) harmed each minute that passes until you relent
>Light produced by a black candle burns your skin to the touch, and terrifies you to your core, forcing you to flee
>You cannot pass through, or mystically affect in any way, a mirror with a kiss mark left on it in black lipstick
>Part of your True Form can be seen through the Mask, your yellow eyes. Though they don't shine with magic, and have a naturalistic shade to them, it's still a hue not natural to humans. Thankfully, most assume that these are a cosmetic done with gene-tech or a basic cybernetic implant.

We are not going to be going strictly by the book, many of you may not have played C:tL before, I think it'd be clunky to use all the stats from the sheet and mechanics and so forth. There will be handwavium and Rule of Cool. This quest will mainly use 1d100 and when a Vote is prompted, you may select One Option from those listed, and if you choose Write In for dialogue in particular, try not to cram in too many topics for me to cover, ask two questions max. I reserve the right to ignore votes that push the envelope. I sometimes will progress the story on a single vote, if I have an itch to write and a few hours have passed.

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