[Matthias Wasser]

Marchosias
Balseraph of the Media

2 Corporeal Forces; 4 Strength, 4 Agility
3 Ethereal Forces; 6 Intelligence, 6, Precision
4 Celestial Forces; 12 Will, 4 Perception

Attunements - Balseraph of the Media (Servant points illegally spend on Role instead.)

Skills – you believe that you have a deep appreciation of current events, philosophy, economics, history, music, sports, film, What Women Want... you don't, actually, but you believe you do, and in the greatest country in the world, isn't that what matters? You do have genuine skill at the medium, though: Artistry (Radio Programming) at 5 and Electronics at 3, for base TNs of 9 each.

Songs
Celestial Song of Charm (6) – hum your show's catchy little ditty; reduce a target's Will or Perception. You usually do this to prime someone for your Resonance.
Ethereal Song of Laughter (4) – whistle Yakkity Sax; everyone in range finds you funny.
Celestial Song of Laughter (4) – let out a musical, deep-throated laugh at your own jokes. You're always fat on essence at the end of a show.

Vessel – as played by Jeff Garlin, level 1, +2 Charisma voice-only, -1 in person; “Stephen Marchowski,” host of the “March Madness!” radio program, Role 4, Status 4. You're infamous and, among a certain demographic, beloved for your outspoken views on the government (“the socialist junta has me on seventeen separate lists, and any broadcast might be my last... we're just millimeters away from the bread line in this country, and you just know who's jumping to the head of the queue...”), pornography (“anything that can unite the feminazis and the Jesus freaks in hatred has to be a good thing... if you catch your son not looking at porn, send him to therapy, because pretty soon he'll be wearing a dress...”), civil liberties (“these fascists want to put our beautiful Constitution through the shredder and snoop on every aspect of your life... but as for the Muslims, they can't be reasoned with, they're even crazier than the Christians, splashing a little water on their beards won't hurt 'em...”), women (“women throw themselves at me because they're attracted to power... if you aren't going to make it big then I recommend prostitutes, sure beats some harridan clucking about the laundry...”), and... pretty much everything, really. Your favorite suffix is “-ofascists” and your least favorite people “morality police.” You know that Heaven is on to you, and that you've exposed their goons and threatened their fascist agenda, but no matter – their hands are tied, because whenever some Malakite busts into your studio and cuts off your head, it's only going to confirm all that you've preached. By that point you'll have advanced Hell's cause so much that you'll get a cushy management job sending other poor fiends to put in their time. In your true form your scales are red and gold, and you coil around yourself a thousand times, black wings spiraling above you, but on Earth you typically wear a pizza-stained tie and a suit from Macy's that you think is an Armani.

Nameless
Habbalite of Secrets

2 Corporeal Forces; Strength 4, Agility 4
3 Ethereal Forces; Intelligence 8, Precision 4
4 Celestial Forces; Will 8, Perception 8

Actually, “nameful” might be more accurate – for you go by Atatarxes, and the Wind Beyond the Mountains, and Barabantiel, and other names besides. All of these are lies.

Attunements - Habbalite of Secrets, Seal of the Confessional

Skills – you possess Lying and Knowledge (Occult) at 4 each. You are also familiar, in an academic sense, with Hebrew, Greek, and Latin – you believe that this is because they have faded over time, but you also suspect that you might not be as old as you believe. Whether or not you really were active over the last six millennia, and whether or not you really did train the sorcerers in Pharaoh's court as preparation for their defeat by Moses, and whether or not you really did stand at the Archangel Michael's side as he created humanity, most all of your earthly memories involve dealings with sorcerers, and your mindset is fundamentally medieval. The modern world is something alien to you – perhaps you just woke up from Trauma; it's hard for you to tell. Some secrets you've succeeded in keeping even from yourself.

Songs
Corporeal Song of Oblivion (4) – you sing a dirge, touching the subject, whom may thence be destroyed without Disturbance.
Ethereal Song of Oblivion (4) – you sing a lullaby-like tone at someone, erasing one memory from their mind. You don't remember ever using this on yourself, but...
Ethereal Song of Tongues (4) – you whistle for someone nearby's attention, a musical psst, hey you, to establish telepathy.

Vessels – You appear in a variety of forms: as an ancient, stooped man of apparently Middle Eastern descent; as an unappealingly beautiful young woman with mismatched eyes, green and yellow; and as an inauspicious white crow. Each has -1 Charisma, and none have any place in this world. In your true form you are a orrery built from rusty razors, slowly creaking along its course.

TQ88V
Shedite of Technology

1 Corporeal Force 2 Strength, 2 Agility
5 Ethereal Forces 12 Intelligence, 8 Precision
3 Celestial Forces 6 Will, 6 Perception

You were created just this year by Apophon, the Demon of Academics, Duke to Vapula, the Habbalite “Archangel” of Technology, as a tool in the struggle to purge MIT of angelic influence. Your patrons have a glorious vision of the Boston research hub as a site of investigation freed from traditional constraints, and while you find this vision appealing, you don't really care about it. There are other Technology-sponsored demons in the area working on the same project, and you're supposed to work with them and appear to them as though you're working, but mostly you just want to study. As a scientist and Shedite, you are intensely curious about humanity, especially their moral characteristics, which you are in an ideal position to observe and test up-close.

Attunements - Shedite of Technology

Skills – You come fully equipped with an encyclopedic knowledge of Chemistry, Computer Operation, Electronics, and Knowledge (Physics) at 6, or a base target number of 18 each. Make sure to roll some risk dice! You know much less about human psychology and society, and are aware that they operate on a seemingly irrational basis, but are confident that with rigorous application of the scientific method you can discover the secret principles that make them tick.

Songs
Celestial Song of Form (6) – queuing up kafka.mp3 – as in “Metamorphosis” – begins a tune that goes through several movements, first frenetic, then military, then slow and ambient; sounding a bit different every time. The Song (which could be hummed or whistled by a human host as well) transforms your current physical form, typically the laptop. Your modus operandi, when you want to acquire a long-term human partner, is to steal her own laptop with a fully converted agent, download its contents, and place your permanent vessel where it was found, singing the Song. It is contrary to your mission, of course, to allow humans any hint of the supernatural, but sometimes you wave it in front of a host anyway, just to see how they react.
Celestial Song of Motion (6) – queuing up flightofthevalkyries.mp3 transports you or an in-sight object to the nearby location of your choice. Typically, you send your computer self to a new client.

Vessel – as played by a stylish silver Macbook... unless when you want to look like something else. It would be childishly easy to destroy – smashing it with a hammer or throwing it out of a window would do the trick. Be wary. In your true form, you are a floating cloud of eyes.