THE ANTIQUARIAN .
YOU STUDY HISTORY THROUGH OBJECTS AND RELICS FROM PAST DAYS.
name , up to player .
gender , up to player .
pronouns , up to player .
occupation , psychiatrist .
age , thirties or forties .
faceclaim , up to player .
you have spent your life studying antiquities, turning your interest into your occupation. over the years, strange items have come in and out of your possession, and you know some of those things out there are truly evil, and you fear what may happen if more such things fall into the wrong hands.
CONNECTIONS.
author, they came into your store with what seemed like genuine interest. you told them stories of the strange and the unknown. you can’t help but feel slighted that they used the stories you told, the research you had done, for ‘inspiration,’ and without the slightest bit of credit. press like that would have been good for business.
detective, you’re always happy to entertain a curious ear. they never buy anything big, though occasionally they make small purchases ( you suspect it is as a courtesy, and you appreciate that ). however, they give you an opportunity to tell your stories, and the stories of the strange things you’ve come across. sometimes they ask you about strange things they’ve found, and you try your best to help.
dilettante, they come in every now and then looking for pretty things. you’re not sure they understand the value of what they’re getting. it doesn’t help that they’re friends with that pesky author, though maybe you should give them a chance. you can’t quite help your bias, you can’t look at one without being reminded of the other.
heir, you knew the deceased well, a rare customer that appreciated the beauty and the history of the pieces you sold. you have hope that their heir will be the same, and are happy to teach them if need be. there are so many pieces with fantastic stories in that old house they inherited, as well as a few strange things you think they should be aware of.
professor, it’s complicated, isn’t it? you’re not exactly sure what you two are, and you have a feeling they don’t either. it was that they didn’t take you seriously as an academic, but you’ve begun to prove that your field of study is just as valid. now it’s wide eyes, strained conversations, and quickly retreating from accidental touches. you’re sure something like that isn’t to be found at this point in your life.













