It was one of those stories that the news networks love to latch onto. A woman dies by somewhat mysterious circumstances, the toxicology report comes back that she had a high amount of an obscure chemical in her system at the time of her death, and all of a sudden the focus turns to her husband. The husband, in this case, was one Anthony de la Croix, a surgeon of some renown at Cedar Sinai Hospital in Los Angeles. Anthony swore that he had nothing to do with his wife’s death, but the investigation pulled together enough evidence to lead a jury of his peers to declare him guilty. As the manner of death was concluded as poisoning, the judge took the opportunity to “make an example” and sentenced Anthony to death by lethal injection.
Every appeal was attempted, but ultimately Anthony found himself strapped to the shiny new table in San Quentin, an IV in his arm and not a prayer left in the world. As the chemicals began to do their work, the last thought that went through Anthony’s mind was of his wife and of his assurance of his innocence. He knew he hadn’t killed her, and he still needed to prove it to the world. His heart slowed, then stopped. In that moment, Anthony heard - no, felt - a voice, almost sickeningly sweet, ask him if he wanted a second chance at clearing his name. He replied yes, and a vaguely female figure, her face sunken in but still somewhat beautiful, appeared before him. It embraced him, entered him, then there was nothing but blackness. The next thing he heard was someone screaming; it took him a few moments to realize it was him.
The event hit the news that evening. Anthony had been clinically dead for nearly a minute before his sudden reanimation, and no sufficient medical explanation could be given. He spent nearly two months in the hospital, visited primarily by his lawyer…and his wife. She had been beside him in the Twilight since her passing, and was happy that he could at least see her again. And, thankfully for Anthony, she did know who killed her. After dropping hints in the right ears, evidence of his wife’s actual killer surfaced and Anthony was cleared of all charges.
As he couldn’t practice medicine again, Anthony debated for some time what he was going to do with his life. He knew he would be leaving Los Angeles – the place was too hectic and he most definitely needed some space – but where to go? His wife gently reminded him of the house in her hometown they wanted to purchase when he ultimately retired; it was out of the way but near enough to a city in case he needed a dose of civilization. So, after making sure the house was still available, he packed up what was left of his life in Los Angeles and moved north.
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Name: The Fallen Star
Keystone: Gold cigarette case with “Mad About the Boy” engraved on the inside (Stillness, Passion)
At times, she looks like a movie star pulled straight from the history of Tinsletown, with a sparkling silvery dress, perfect hair, and a come-hither stare. More often, though, she appears far older, wearing make-up that is meant to make her appear younger but merely makes her look foolish. Most notably, she never speaks; her eyes speak volumes. It’s said that the woman she used to be was famous in the early years of the silent picture, but as time went on she fell farther and farther into the background until, after she killed the man who was hired to write her comeback, she had one brief return to the spotlight as a murderer before she died, alone, in a prison cell. She has had two other ‘collaborators’ since becoming a geist, giving her more experience with Sin Eaters than on average.
Name: Anthony de la Croix
Occupation: Former surgeon
Attributes and Skills
Crafts: 2 (Cooking)
Medicine: 4 (Surgery)
Empathy: 1 (Children)
Fame: 1 (Resurrection Man)
Keys and Manifestations
Cold Wind (Threshold)
Tempers and Derived Traits