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<table><td><div style="width: 230; text-align: center; font-family: times; font-style: italic; font-size: 25px; color: #980707; line-height: 100%">personality</div>
<div style="width: 230px; height: 185px; background-color: #c8c8c8; opacity: .5; font-family: times; font-size: 10; text-transform: lowercase; color: black; text-align: justify; line-height: 100%; padding: 5px; overflow: auto">Matthias is a Gypsy. If you don’t think that says a lot about his character, than you don’t know all that much about the Rom. His view of property and wealth is simply not the same as the rest of the world beyond the Romani. He was raised to the Gypsy Life, with a saying that loosely states, ‘A Gypsy lives by Cunning and Deceit’. To Matthias, the world is divided into the Gypsies and everyone else; everyone else HAS, the Gypsies HAVE not. He only tries, in his own way, to balance those scales. Mathhias believes in
Romani Butji, Gypsy Work, and is quite skilled in its planning and execution, so much so that it is second nature to him. Matthias intends to ‘Live Well and Lightly’. All that said, he has, in a sense, adopted a foreign outlook regarding the responsibility of knowledge and power, but necessity outweighs this point of purity.</div>
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<div style="width: 230; text-align: center; font-family: times; font-style: italic; font-size: 25px; color: #980707; line-height: 100%">history</div>
<div style="width: 230px; height: 300px; background-color: #c8c8c8; opacity: .5; font-family: times; font-size: 10; color: black; text-align: justify; line-height: 100%; padding: 5px; overflow: auto">To outsiders, his name is Matthias Kalderash, and it is the only name he’ll give. To those of the Rom, of his tribe, he is Matthias Kalderas-Faa, Seventh to bear the name.
Matthias was born the Seventh Son of the Seventh Son. His Father, George, was a Seventh Son, and he was also – Gifted; Fire was his Gift, though its source was not precisely Psychic but Magick. Being only the Seventh of a Fifth Son, he was not as Gifted as his Youngest Boy would eventually be. Matthias’ Brothers were also Gifted, some just as their Father was, others were stronger, but none would eventually command the powers that Matthias would. For some of his Brothers, that was a sore point. For his Eldest Brother, the sorest point was that no matter that the lottery of Birth placed him first; he knew that he would not inherit the ‘Crown’. He might be Chieftain of their Clan, for a time, but only Matthias could be Chief and King of the Gypsies.
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The Seventh Son of the Seventh Son has a special place in Romani Lore and for their very mobile travelling nation. They were said to be especially Gifted, and by dint of these Gifts, they were the chosen leaders of the Romani. It happened so rarely, that when one of them was already from a noble line, all the signs would lead them to be chosen King of the Gypsies. Matthias birth had been foretold, and when he was born, every Soothsayer in every tribe across the globe received some small signs of it. Emisarries were sent to the Kalderash to bear witness, and Wise Women tested the infant while still in his crib. There was no doubt, George and Katrina’s littlest Prince would one day be King of All the Gypsies. This did not sit well with everyone, a fact that would reveal itself over the course of Matthias’ life.
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Niccolo, Matthias’ Eldest Brother, was 18 when “Mattie” was born, and most of the rest of his brothers were roughly two years younger in succession. From oldest to Matthias, they were; 18, 16, 14, 12, 10, 5 and Matthias the newborn. By the time Matthias was two years old, his Father and Mother were both 35, having courted at 16 and married at 17. Katrina favored her three Eldest Sons over the remaining four, and to Esmerelda, George’s Mother, it seemed as if the novelty of her sons had worn off by the time Milos, Ezekiel, George Junior and Matthias were born. This created a kind of generational gap amongst the boys. Boys would always squabble amongst themselves, but when the Eldest three tried to get over on the younger, the younger three often banded together, a grouping that eventually included Matthias. When then 7-year old “Junior” found 20 year old Niccolo hovering over Matthias with an angry red face, Junior made a promise to his little brother that he would protect him. That was what Brothers were supposed to do, according to their Father, but Niccolo was ambitious, and Josiah and Julian were his closest allies in the Clan.
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Matthias became familiar with ambition and Family tragedy very early in life. At the age of 3, he lost his Father, and his Brothers Josiah and Julian. Josiah and Julian had managed to convince their Father to drive them into the nearest town for some equipment they had ‘acquired’, despite the hard rain and cold night. George had relented, and on the drive back, along a particularly treacherous curve, George lost control of the car and when it hit the rock wall – it exploded; George, Josiah, and Julian were killed instantly. Niccolo didn’t shed a tear. Due to the relative youth of his Brothers, and Matthias being only 3, Niccolo became the new head of the Clan. Katrina was devastated, and seemed to blame her younger surviving sons for the deaths of her other boys, doting only on Niccolo now.
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With the Chieftain dead, Niccolo inherited the role, and pushed for more. He arranged to strength his position by marriage, looking to the other strong clans to provide him with a Daughter, thus unifying the Rom under his leadership. More and more, it seemed less and less likely that Matthias would ever see his destiny. learned the Craft at the feet of his Grandmother, and from his Grandfather, he learned herbs, plants, everything one might need to know about the outdoors to not only survive in it, but to find resources for one’s Spells and Rituals in it. This was Matthias’ elementary schooling, and it served to keep him safe for most of his childhood. As he grew older, Niccolo began to send him on tasks that took him further and further away from his Tribe. It was during this time that be began to learn more about the world, and the place of the Romani in it. This began when he was Twelve, and while these sojourns kept him away from the center of things, and thrust him into the kind of danger that might mean his end, these trips were also the reason Matthias grew in skill and ability.
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Vampires have a long history with the Romani, and they were his first introduction into the darkness that hid behind the pleasant face of the world. At twelve, his own Brother had sent him to bargain with Vampires. He had an escort, of course, but he had been told that only one of the Faa would do, and so with his orders, he went, and was promptly abandoned by his escorts, offered as part of some bargain that the older Rom with him were a part of. Matthias experienced his first Precognitive flash, and it saved his life. When the Vampire’s younglings tried to catch him, he was already moving, as if he could read their thoughts. Everything happened as he had foreseen, and within the moment, he got an early sense of what would happen, where they would be, and where he should go to avoid them. Matthias fled, eventually making it back to his tribe, surviving by his wits and the skills his Grandparents had given to him.
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No one was more surprised by his survival than his Eldest Brother, Niccolo, who now had an angry vampire to appease. Not a year later, that same Vampire found the tribe and entered the camp for the Blood he was promised. Somehow, the Vampire found Matthias, even though he was not with camp, but out in the nearby woods with a young girl his age. Matthias experienced another vision, but the Vampire seemed to know where he and his girlfriend would run, and had sent his mind-bent servants to cut off their escape. He stabbed one of these men, reminded of Dracula’s servant from Stoker’s novel, and tried to get his girlfriend out by another way. The Vampire caught them, and Helena tried to fight him, but had her neck broken by the Vampire’s sudden backhand.
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Matthias, only thirteen, was shocked, grief-stricken – and suddenly angry. He did not know how, nor did he know if he spoke any words to do it or focus it, but he sensed the Spirit of his Father, and somehow turned his rage into fire. The Vampire burst into flame, screaming in agony, which brought several of the Rom from the band to investigate. The Romani knew how to kill the Vampire, and seeing the dead girl-child, they wasted no time in saving Matthias, their Seventh Son. The Vampire was dead, but too late, and Niccolo explained it all away, as if surprised the creature had come for them. He even hailed Matthias as a hero, an act that further deflected suspicion.
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A few years later, at roughly 18 years of age, after unknowingly surviving several attempts on his life, most of them apparently by external threats, Niccolo lost patience and attempted to have Matthias killed by a hired assassin. By then, Matthias had taken to inscribing various protections directly upon his skin, by tattoos, markers, or wearing various trinkets and items to safeguard his body and spirit. He had a large tattoo upon his back, meant to protect him from intrusions of the spirit, preventing possession, mind control, and spying. He has others on his arms, to protect him from the Evil Eye, and certain weak hexes. He can design "Hex Bags', for specific spells and rituals, and create poultices and ritual remedies.
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At that age, he was fairly certain Niccolo wanted him dead, but that his Eldest Brother couldn’t risk being connected to his death. A difficult task in a travelling band of Romani. The assassin came for Matthias late in the evening, after he was leaving a young woman’s home, one of the Gadje that he had seduced – and whose Father was going to be missing several gold bars from his safe. He first attempted to fight Matthias, but by then, the Romani was a skilled knife-fighter, stubborn, and fully able to act in conjunction with his precognitive instincts. When it became apparent that the killer would not win by direct interaction, he ran away, luring Matthias after him. Of course, Matthias had foreseen that he would, but he could not let the man go. He gave chase, and then somehow, lost track of the Killer. The Killer had been given a charm by Niccolo, and he’d activated it, removing himself from Matthias ‘Precognitive senses’, and so ambushed the young Rom.
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Matthias lit the killer’s hair on fire after he’d been knocked to the street, and tried to get to cover. The Killer cried out in surprise, and slapped out the flames as Matthias ran. He quickly tried to shoot the younger Man, but Matthias cried out, and with a gesture, slapped the weapon out of the Killer’s hand. He wasn’t sure how he did it, but he heard the whispers of voices, the voices of his Ancestors, other Seventh Sons, and he threw a punch into the air – and the killer was rocked back. Matthias killed that man, and left the Romani. Niccolo wanted him dead, and he would let his Brother think that he was. What kind of life as a Man or a Rom could he have always looking over his shoulder? So, he left, and didn’t look back.
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When Matthias left his People, it was as if he found his own way. He initially lived the Gypsy Life, by cunning and deceit, the world simply divided in to those that were Gypsies and those that were not. The “Gadje” were his marks, and especially in those places that had not seen many Romani, they were easy marks. He began his self imposed exile in Italy, where he had to take care not to be seen as a vagabond or a Gypsy, and so he was forced to travel as a musician, wandering from gig to gig playing his guitar. They knew Gypsies in most of the rural regions of Italy, and they were not always given comfort, or even encouraged to stay in town too long, no matter that they had good money. Matthias earned a fair wage, playing his guitar, but his upbringing had him acquiring more, if it became available; be it a wallet here, a bottle of wine there, or a plate of food. If it was free for the taking, it should be taken, if he had to talk someone out of a given thing, be it money or goods, they simply should have been smarter. For the first year, the world was his oyster, wine, women and song and various scams, but his Gift soon reminded him that the world had a darker underbelly, and like it or not, he was one of those rare few that knew about it.
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He had traveled to the UK, and after one terrible night of drinking and smoking, he had a powerful vision that left him bleeding from the nose on the bar room floor. He foresaw a military unit, training in the woods, young men – slaughtered by some Beast in the hills of Scotland. He tried to forget about it, but the next night, in the papers, he read about several attacks in the region, and when he looked into where various military units trained, he uncovered a place that matched his vision exactly. They were “Gadje” their lives should not matter to him, they were stupid, but a part of him thought otherwise – a part of him that no amount of liquor and flesh could silence, and so he did what he had always done, by cunning and deceit. It had not been easy, nor had it been cheap, but he finagled his way into the service, and arranged to be in the right place, at the right time, and saved those lads. Afterword, he disappeared. It had not been the Romani way, to intervene so, but – it had been – good. He didn’t need adulation, knowing he had made the difference was enough.
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He became a Hunter in earnest thereafter. At first, he fumbled, his Gifts giving him an edge, but in many cases, only barely. He was forced to survive, and to do that, he was forced to learn more than his Grandfather had taught him. Certain creatures fell within his Lore, but there were many others, many, many others, things that Gypsies did not often encounter, and those spots of ignorance could be deadly. After deceiving the Military, Matthias made his way aboard merchant vessel, and traveled to Australia. He ran afoul of a Vampire nest in Australia, and Hunters that mistook his Gifts to be infernal. That misunderstanding led to him leaving Australia rapidly, pretending to be a Flight Attendant aboard a plane that had the Caribbean on its agenda. When he landed in Barbados, he disappeared into the Island Life, and finding that while the Caribbean had many Monsters, most of them were not evil, and most of them had an interest in what happened on their little spots of land. There, he had his first encounter with Voodoo, and before leaving, learned what he could from a lovely Mambo that had an ear for his music. Equipped with that knowledge, he took a slow boat to the mainland, and entered the United States by crossing over from Mexico near to California.
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Matthias delved into Libraries he found, raided Universities that he could Scam his way onto. In California alone, he attended three universities, and has at least one Degree, albeit dishonestly. He acquired a Dodge Caravan, and despite inevitable comparison to the “Mystery Machine”, he traveled from state to state living out of that vehicle. After Britain, he had discovered a kind of conscience, a very “Gadje” sense of responsibility, which had him hunting Monsters, when he should have been fleecing suckers. He still did the latter, but more and more it was to fund the former. He had been an actor, a back-up musician, even a carpenter, before he finally left California for the rest of the United States.
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He spent the next several years following the news, and because of that, running into other Hunters. Before an incident in Arizona, near the fabled Area 51, he had not been aware that there was a so-called “Hunter Community”, but after narrowly avoiding another misunderstanding, like that which he’ had in Australia, he met a few other Hunters, and he became something of a known face, which meant he’d have a few less misunderstandings. Some few even knew to seek him out for his Precognitive Gifts, as his other abilities were shared by nasty creatures, and explanations were hard to prove when bullets were flying. Matthias learned additional rituals from other Hunters, certainly he picked up new Lore, always looking for any scrap of information that would help him on the Hunt, and explain why there was so much terror in the world.
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He began to believe that he served his People best by being in the World, fighting to save it, than by trying to lead them to their next home or their next score. It was an impure thought, according to his traditions, but one he could not shake.
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He wandered, true to his nature, and helped where he could. Matthias knows that the world is full of scary things, and because he wanders, he sees more than his fair share. He has been a Hunter for nearly half his life, and he has taken to educating himself by any means, be it a library or a college or a university. He has been in and out of several degree programs, and even finagled his way on stage with a few famous musicians and possibly even into a film or two when he wandered through Hollywood. In short, he remains a Gypsy…a Romany…a Vagabond King, a Chieftain in exile.
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<option selected>I LOVE</option>
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<option>The Romani</option>
<option>Freedom</option>
<option>Magic</option>
<option>Music</option>
<option>Knowledge</option>
<option>copy to add more (10+)</option>
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<option selected>I LOATHE</option>
<OPTION>----------------------------------------</OPTION>
<option>My Brother, Niccolo</option>
<option>Vampires</option>
<option>Murderers</option>
<option>Evil Monsters in General</option>
<option>Bigotry</option>
<option>copy to add more (10+)</option>
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<option selected>MY FEARS</option>
<OPTION>----------------------------------------</OPTION>
<option>That I Abandoned my People</option>
<option>That I am still a Target</option>
<option>That my remaining Brothers, also hate me now</option>
<option>That Monsters know me</option>
<option>Being Captured by the Police</option>
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<option selected>MY GOALS</option>
<OPTION>----------------------------------------</OPTION>
<option>To Protect the Innocent</option>
<option>To Unseat Niccolo, someday</option>
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<option selected>MY STRENGTHS</option>
<OPTION>----------------------------------------</OPTION>
<option>Romani/Gypsy Spellcraft</option>
<option>Naturalist/Outdoorsman</option>
<option>Scrapper/Knife-fighter/Trained Combatant</option>
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<option selected>MY WEAKNESSES</option>
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<option>Romany Code of Ethics; example, no sense of property,</option>
<option> so to some it may seem like kleptomania, to Matthias, he “found it”</option>
<option> or the world is selfish.</option>
<option>Warrants for his Arrest in several States; Theft, Grand Theft, possibly misunderstood murder charges.</option>
<option>Powers rooted in Magick; </option>
<option>certain wards, hexes, etc, counter all his Gifts.</option>
<option>Cannot ignore someone in need</option>
<option>Due to Abilities, possibly Mistake for a Monster by other Hunters.</option>
<option>Still Very Human.</option>
<option>Precognitive troubles:</option>
<option>1 month prior to Event = Painful. Nosebleeds. KO possible.</option>
<option>1 week prior to Event = Pain. Headaches. Nose or Earbleed.</option>
<option>1 day prior to Even = Headache. Drinks and smokes to soothe.</option>
<option>1 minute, moments, second prior = Funny Bone tingly</option>
<option>Pyrokinetic troubles:</option>
<option>Emotion Flare Ups. Flammable objects, are easier to effect.</option>
<option>Making a brick burn is difficult, and time consuming. Melting metal, same.</option>
<option>Extreme efforts are exhausting.</option>
<option>Psychokinetic troubles:</option>
<option>Based on weight, fine manipulation, gross manipulation.</option>
<option>The heavier the object, the more difficult it is to lift and manipulation.</option>
<option>Can throw a knife hard enough to cause serious damage, or a ball bearin</option>
<option>Heavier object have less velocity imparted to them, etc.</option>
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<option selected>POWERS (If Any)</option>
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<option>Precognition (Visions; Precognitive Awareness/”Danger Sense”)</option>
<option>Pyrokinesis (Create and Control Fire and Heat)</option>
<option>Psychokinesis (“Telekinesis”)</option>
<option>Gypsy Spellcraft: including Palm Reading, Tarot Reading, Fortune Telling</option>
<option>Ritualistic Prep: Hexes, Hex Cures, Rituals, Wards, Entrap Spirits/Entities
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He favored the simple clothes of his people, often with Gypsy waistcoat (vest if you’re American); and often appearing as if he were headed to a Rennfest. When he wore more standard clothes, he tended towards jeans and tee-shirts, and leather jackets or coats to conceal his magical accoutrements and his weapons. He had even been known to carry a sword-cane with a silver-handle, from time to time.
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Matthias Kalderash-Faa, or Matthias Kalderash as he was known to some few, wandered through the sleepy New England town with a small smile. It was a curious town – City, if the signs were to be believed, and Matthias was already enjoying his first night there. It was one of those rare places where affluence and poverty mixed freely, where the wealthy slummed with the poor in borderline clubs, and where the poor rubbed elbows with the wealthy by dint of job, scholarship, or illicit dealings. His attire caught the eye of many, most simply taking him for eccentric, but it was his looks that kept those eyes on him. Matthias was walking by the college campus at the heart of the City, and while he certainly appeared to be older than most of the coeds, that did not keep their heads from being turned.
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He was stopped by a young woman that appeared to have been encouraged by her sorority friends to approach him. Matthias stopped with a smile, and he spoke in masculine yet melodic voice, tinged with the hint of possibly an Italian accent. “Buona Sera, Bella…how can I be of assistance?”
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“Are – are you a student here, or maybe a graduate professor or something?” The brunette asked of him, biting her lower lip.
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She was pushing twenty, if she was day, Matthias estimated, and she was lovely. Wearing those tight-fitting gym pants, and a fitted hoodie that was unzipped enough to make clear that she was ripe and gifted. “Si, Bella, I’m – how you say – Graduate Assistant…almost a Professor.”
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The brunette smiled sweetly, “Oh, great, what are you teaching – maybe I’ll sign up.”
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Matthias grinned, “Women’s Studies, Bella, women’s studies.”
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Even he friends giggled form where they stood. The brunette covered her mouth coquettishly, “Really?”
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“No, Music, in truth.” Which was a lie. “But I would not mind studying certain, woman, Si?”
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The brunette giggled, and nodded. “My Sorority is throwing a party at the House, around Eight. It’s down the street if you want to come.”
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“Will you be there, Bella?”
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“Oh, yes.”
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“Then so will I, I will bring my guitar.”
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The Sorority Girls giggled, and moved along, while Matthias smirked slightly and walked across the quad. There had been a rash of attacks on campus, some blamed the housing projects within walking distance, but Matthias knew better. His hand rose to his chest, where the silver crucifix rested, and the other to his back pocket, which held a flask of holy water. If he were lucky, it would be wine, women, and song – if he were really lucky, there would be one less Vampire in the world by dawn.
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