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                                         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.

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                                          THE  ALIENIST .

     YOU ARE WELL EDUCATED, AND YOU STUDY TO TREAT THE MIND.

name ,  up  to  player .

gender ,  up  to  player .

pronouns ,  up  to  player .

occupation ,  psychiatrist .

age ,  thirties  or  forties .

faceclaim ,   up  to  player .

you  have  studied  at  fine  universities  the  world  over.  you  know  the  inner  workings  of  the  human  mind,  and  have  a  knack  for  uncovering  people’s  darkest  secrets  and  deepest  desires.  you  help  to  heal  the  soul ,  much  as  a  doctor  would  heal  the  body.

                                                CONNECTIONS.

antiquarian,  you  don't  really  know  much  about  them,  despite  working  so  close  together  --  the  door  to  your  practice  stands  next  to  the  door  to  their  shop.  each  morning  you  greet  each  other,  friendly  hellos  and  good  mornings,  but  never  much  of  substance.  you  know  the  doctor  isn't  a  fan,  but  you  haven't  quite  made  up  your  mind  yet.  they  don't  seem  all  that  bad…

dilettante,  you  didn't  expect  to  take  such  an  odd  bird  under  your  wing.  it's  your  job  to  care  for  the  lost  and  unsure,  but  you've  begun  to  look  after  them  in  a  more  personal  feeling  way,  the  way  a  parent  might  look  after  their  child.  the  hidden  smile  in  the  corner  of  their  mouth  let's  you  know  they  appreciate  your  guidance.  you  are  good  at  reading  others,  and  they  are  no  exception.

doctor,  they  aren’t  in  the  same  field  as  you,  but  the  mind  isn’t  so  different  from  the  body.  you  keep  a  friendly  rapport  with  the  doctor,  for  business  sake,  but  it’s  become  something  more.  they’re  someone  you  trust,  a  friendly  face  in  a  town  that  seems  oddly  full  of  frowns.

salesman,  something’s  quite  off  about  them.  you  trust  your  instincts  with  people,  it  is  your  professional  practice  to  be  able  to  understand  others  quickly.  your  gut  tells  you  not  to  trust  them.