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Lord Blackbourne, the Font of Blood (Primordial)




Lord Blackbourne, the Font of Blood


Instrument: Guitar


Appearance: White face with blood streaks from the eyes and on the chin, male. Usually goes shirtless with chiseled muscles, and ever-changing tattoos that sear up from his veins, save his symbol on both shoulders. Jeans, many spiked belts covered in hooks that drip blood. Jeans and boots where the front has been scrapped off until ruddy steel shows through. Has claws that he uses as picks. Carries a blood-red guitar with a screaming face where the white streaks on it match the red streaks on his face.


Positive Aspects: Primal Nature and Passion


Negative Aspects: Savagery and Sacrifice


Venues: The Vein Glory (Stadium), The Preserve (Outdoor), The Red Rum Runner (Dive Bar)


Fame:


Signed (level 1) - The Warband receives 4 blood imps to serve as roadies.

Opening Band (level 2) - Each Warband member learns how to savage foes.

Headliner (level 3) - The Warband receives 2 blood devils as additional roadies. Warband members can heal by drinking blood

Superstars (level 4) - Each Warband member may coat their weapons in acidic blood

Rockgods (level 5) - Each Warband member never catches a disease. However, they cannot eat cooked meat, veggies, or bread. Cheese is ok. Cheese is life.

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