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Midnight Gent

Grimoire

Player: @ElPenumbra

Affiliations

Super Group

Rank

· Other Affiliations ·

Identity

Real Name

Eliot Nightwater

Aliases

Birthdate

February 29, 1988

Birthplace

Limerick, Ireland

Citizenship

American

Residence

Quincy, Illinois

Headquarters

Vibora Bay

Occupation

Occult Mitigator

Legal Status

Marital Status

Single

· Known Relatives ·

Unknown

Physical Traits

Species

Human

Sub-Type

Manufacturer

Model

Ethnicity

Irish/American

Gender

Male

Apparent Age

42

Height

5'11"

Weight

163 lbs.

Body Type

Athletic

Hair

Black

Eyes

Gray

Skin

· Distinguishing Features ·

Powers & Abilities

· Known Powers ·

Flight, Teleportation, Invisibility, Occult Sense

· Equipment ·

· Other Abilities ·

Jeet Kune Do, bits of other fighting styles

I wanted a mage. So I mixed up what I knew of Dr. Strange, Dr. Fate, John Constantine, with some Eliot Rosewater from Kurt Vonnegut's God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater thrown in—a mystically-adept alcoholic, with possible flecks of psychosis.

Character History

Origins

Magic is like the internet. Anything you search for can come up with things you didn't expect. Only with magic, you aren't safe behind a slat of glass in a plastic box. You have to give your body, and more, to the search. You're exposed past skin and muscle and viscera.

Oh, and with magic, there's no power button.

You plug in, you stay in. Until there's nothing left of you but words and aether.

—in conversation with El Penumbra, 1967, during an unstuck period for Nightwater.

Encounters of Eliot Nightwater: A Diary of the Weird

An account of Nightwater's travels around the world.

Cluster

Recounted by Edgar Jay Cash-Danielson

Lately my back's been hurtin'. Maybe it's all this light I've felt in stinging trickles. I think it's buildin' up in there, formin' somethin'. I don't know what, I'm gonna need an MRI since the damn aspirin ain't workin'.

1 month later...

Screw me sideways, well I got the MRI and they found all that light, just a glowin' cluster of, I don't know, either hell or heaven. When it came up on the monitor, this cluster looked like a thousand little men all hummin' together, and the vibrations was what was makin' my back hurt all the time. The doctor took it out and let me keep it as a souvenir, but one day the jar it was in was just missing, and, well, now I kinda wish I woulda left it. What if it was my soul? What if it was Jesus?

Micronomers

Recounted by Niles Weaver, the story is a complete figment of his imagination. All investigation into the "Micronomers" has yielded zero results, yet strange things tend to happen around Weaver. Subject claimed to have received many coded messages like the one below, and also claimed to have no knowledge of leet speak, an internet language originating from the 1980's.

((OOC Note: Wanted the leet a little stronger, but it messed with the editor))

Y0UR M1SS10N

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Translation:

YOUR MISSION

As you are aware, earth is set for invasion by the Micronomers--microscopic beings from the Large Magellanic Cloud. In locker number 1033B at LAX International Airport, you will find your eqiupment. You have been given the X03 Enlarger Device. When enlarged, Micronomers will be extremely weak and vulnerable, since they will not be used to earth's gravity, or atmospheric particles, as they will not be used to being large enough to breathe in such particles. They will also most likely be unable to move, since they will also be unaccustomed to being so heavy. You have been commissioned an upgrade to your transdermic quantum inlay as well. The upgrade offers stealth capabilities, as well as a teleporter allowing personal travel or transport of items up to 300 lbs. We've prepared containment cells for up to 100 enlarged Micronomers, or roughly a trillion microscopically-sized ones. Capturing them for interrogation and containment is your main objective. We're not certain if the Micronomers mean to be hostile or, as they've shown great scientific prowess, if they're here to research our planet. If they do prove hostile, deadly force is authorized. Report to LAX by 0600 hours EST.

And the Light Begins

Source: Unknown

The wood-framed television

of your dusked basement flickers

from the talking golden retriever

and its family, drowned out by laugh-

track, to black and white snow

roaring with failed connection.

A voice emerges, short of breath,

fluctuating with strange magnetism.

Mayday May…day…this is Jesse Gibson,

the Nuclear Man. Mission Zeta Psi 2573,

Op…Operation Infinitum, has suffered heavy

setbacks. Our arrival in Universe 2 was…

success. We landed on an un...own planet

resembling Earth…ut with zero continental

drift…We decided to call it Pan…ea. Upon

close…closer inspection, we found the

planet uninhabited…Completely uni…abited.

…couldn’t figure out…why…so dark

during day…

The stale basement air feels

heavy, like your surroundings

are anticipating something

you cannot alone sense. You’ve

turned the volume knob just so

you can make out the gasping

man’s words without your parents,

in their room above you, waking

from the interrupting howls of static.

The…lanet first read inhospitable

to…uman physiologies, but strangely

sh…ted. Somehow it changed…

atmosphere to…commodate us, but

couldn’t…ell we were different…

normal humans…Emily could channel

something…felt presence of…arge

consciousness. She…d us to…cave

with strange marking…We found

food…ater in this cave. Thought it…

trying to help…just want…energies.

The television returns to the talking

dog and family. The volume is now

too low to hear what they’re saying,

but the laugh track piques into the

audible every ten to fifteen seconds.

You reach to clap the side of the TV

when within a few inches of it you feel

the hairs on your hand rise and the

blood within your arm buzz as if

being filled with electric current.

The scrambled black and white

confetti returns.

…couldn’t have predict…Universe 2

would affect…and I’s abilities…My

power…similar but diff…Stronger.

Emily…pears to have transcended…

nother realm…appened before, but

not…this. I fear she may…yond

saving or even…inding. I’ve found

one…machines, this mach…order to

…nicate with her, but this prove…

iffcult than predict…If you…hearing

this mess…are the only…save us.

Luck…machine not only com…ut

transports…

You’ve left the volume unchanged,

but the man is growing louder. He

sounds as if he’s just behind a door

in front of you. The screen starts

to flash blank, then return, flash

blank, then return. After five

cycles of this, you notice

it’s gotten brighter every time.

The…as been damaged by stray…o

I only have one…rk. Remember: though

…look the…ame, you will be diff…on

…2. There is no tell…what you will ex…

ience physio…ly. You may also…bilities

you never ha…Universe 1. I’m br…ou

here because…is no other hope…I knew

an…ne…ould gain abilitie…ere. A long

shot…etter than…shot, eh?

Your skin is tingling from the pins

and needles in the air. You think

of how your family never takes

vacations, how everything will be

different next year in high school.

You wonder why your mind is racing.

Sometimes, you think you hear small

pops in the air, or maybe a tiny

crackling. You close your eyes but

the light doesn’t stop at your eyelids.

Stan...Repeat. Standby for…rt. Don’t

for…ything may be d…ent. No telling

how…be affected. See y…, Chief. Let’s

…works.

The television flashes blank

again. You count the seconds

and you hear angry footsteps

from the floor above, each step

falling like approaching thunder.

You reach fifteen before the penetrating

burst of light from the screen. You can

feel it in your blood, in your bones

and lungs and you try to look at

your hands but you can’t tell

where your skin and body end

and the light begins.