Jarard Appolinaire
| [Personal Mark] | File:Father Appolinaire.jpg.|[Social Symbol] | |
| Character: Name | Nature: [] | Profession: [] |
| Player: NPC | Demeanor: [] | Education Seminary, Miles Christi |
| Chronicle: Leeds 1900 | Concept: [] | Religion: Roman Catholic |
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| ATTRIBUTES | ||
| Physical | Social | Mental |
| Strength ●○○○○ | Charisma ●○○○○ | Perception ●○○○○ |
| Dexterity ●○○○○ | Manipulation ●○○○○ | Intelligence ●○○○○ |
| Stamina ●○○○○ | Appearance ●○○○○ | Wits ●○○○○ |
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| ABILITIES | ||
| Talents | Skills | Knowledges |
| Alertness ○○○○○ () | Animal Ken ○○○○○ () | Academics ○○○○○ () |
| Athletics ○○○○○ () | Crafts ○○○○○ () | Computer ○○○○○ () |
| Awareness ○○○○○ () | Drive ○○○○○ () | Finance ○○○○○ () |
| Brawl ○○○○○ () | Etiquette ○○○○○ () | Investigation ○○○○○ () |
| Empathy ○○○○○ () | Firearms ○○○○○ () | Law ○○○○○ () |
| Expression ○○○○○ () | Larceny ○○○○○ () | Medicine ○○○○○ () |
| Intimidation ○○○○○ () | Melee ○○○○○ () | Occult ○○○○○ () |
| Leadership ○○○○○ () | Performance ○○○○○ () | Politics ○○○○○ () |
| Streetwise ○○○○○ () | Stealth ○○○○○ () | Science ○○○○○ () |
| Subterfuge ○○○○○ () | Survival ○○○○○ () | Technology ○○○○○ () |
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| Secondary Abilities | Backgrounds | Merits & Flaws |
| Linguistics ○○○○○○ () [K] | Allies ○○○○○ () | --- |
| [[]] ○○○○○ () | Contacts ○○○○○ () | --- |
| [[]] ○○○○○ () | Domain ○○○○○ () | --- |
| [[]] ○○○○○ () | Fame ○○○○○ () | --- |
| [[]] ○○○○○ () | Influence ○○○○○ () | Numina |
| [[]] ○○○○○ () | Mentor ○○○○○ () | --- |
| [[]] ○○○○○ () | Military Force ○○○○○ () | --- |
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| [[]] ○○○○○ () | Status ○○○○○ () | --- |
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| Health Levels | HUMANITY | Virtues |
| Bruised (0) - { } | ○○○○○○○○○○ | Conscience ●○○○○ |
| Hurt (-1) ---- { } | --- | Self-Control ●○○○○ |
| Injured (-2) - { } | WILLPOWER | Courage ●○○○○ |
| Wounded (-3) - { } | Permanent ○○○○○○○○○○ | --- |
| Mauled (-4) -- { } | Temporary ○○○○○○○○○○ | --- |
| Crippled (-5)- { } | --- | --- |
| Incapacitated- { } | --- | --- |
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Bio
Sobriquet
Father Appolinaire
Appearance
Father Appolinaire is a little over average height at 5'10", solidly built with hard muscle under his priests clothes. His hair is light blond and straight, balding on top even at a young age. His skin is tanned but pale. His eyes a sparkling green that show his internal tiredness. His posture is stiff and military, his movements smooth and athletic.
Behavior
Appolinaire is a dedicated priest. He believes in the supernatural, almost nothing surprises him. He is kind, but stiffly Catholic. He is devoted to God, while strictly human.
History
Jarard Appolinaire was born in 1870 in the timbered alleys of Ruen, France, the son of a churchwarden and a woman known for her steadiness in prayer. From childhood he was set on a clerical path: Latin and scripture by day, candle-mending and alms by dusk. The church that raised him had other concerns, however; a quiet confraternity taught Jarard to fence, to shoot a pistol from the hip, to move without sound. They said a priest must sometimes guard salvation with steel. By his early twenties he had been transferred to Paris to serve as a sacristan and bodyguard to a sympathetic Bishop, a position that married his devotion to a grim pragmatism. Nights spent in the Bishop\'s antechambers taught Jarard a cruel new grammar of danger—vestiges of sunlightless predations, the glint of fangs, the skitter of wet claws. On a winter night he watched vampires slip like smoke through a chapel\'s broken stained glass and arrested a pack of wererats under the organ loft; he still bears the thin white scar that maps where a fang grazed his throat. Faith did not save him, he learned, but faith tempered his hands: rosary and silver, exorcism and stake, theology and trap all braided together to keep the Bishop breathing.
By 1902 Jarard was thirty-two and had risen beyond sacristan to lead the Inquisition\'s shadowed work, a role that demanded equal parts interrogation, pastoral counselling and midnight ambush. Sent to Leeds to support the local cell, he left Paris with a case of crucifixes, flasks of blessed water, and dossiers of suspects—priests, pawnbrokers, sickly children whose fevered dreams hid teeth. He moved among coal-dust and lamplight with the economy of a man trained to make quick judgments; his compassion was real but circumscribed, given over to the saving of many by the hard choices imposed upon the few. Locals found him disconcertingly calm, a man whose prayers came with a soldier\'s patience and a scholar\'s certainty, but those who looked closely saw weariness in the set of his mouth and heard confession tremble into a soldier\'s whisper. In Leeds he would teach a new generation to read scripture and track the night, to see monsters without becoming one, and to hold the line between belief and blind fury for as long as the Church required.