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Rembrandt Highchurch

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Prologue
+ NAME + Rembrandt Highchurch
+ ALIAS +  Too many to count
+ AGE + Roughly 27-28
+ GENDER + Male
+ STAR SIGN + The Foxpaw
+ BORN + Mid-Spring
+ ORIGIN + Adela?  Or was it Connlaoth?  Wherever seems most convenient at the time
+ SPECIES + Human
+ RESIDENCE + Big Cities
+ OCCUPATION + Actor / Con-man / Doppelganger
+ COUNTENANCE + Emerald Green eyes / Black hair w/ light green highlights
+ STATURE + 6'2'/ 193 lbs.
+ SEXUALITY + Unknown


CH. I – Painting a Portrait
If he could use one word to describe himself it would be "Daaayum!"  But without lingering too much in digression, Rembrandt is a good-looking man.  He has distinguishingly regal features, a high brow, slim but prominent nose, and medium-sized lips over a square chin.  His face is slim, and usually clean shaven.

Buildwise, he keeps himself athletic and fit, naturally slim, without a mar or blemish in place.  Well, none that he can see anyway.

+ NOTABLE MARKS +
No notable scars or birthmarks that can be readily distinguished from first glance. 

CH II – Mental Make-up
"Take care of Number One," that's what his dad always said.  And damn if he wasn't right.  The world will chew you up and spit you out if you don't learn to take care of you and yours.  Rembrandt often wondered if his father's attitude hadn't just been born from bitterness in a life that hadn't gone his way, being stuck with a son to raise on his own.  But the world wasn't perfect, and Rembrandt made peace with that fact long ago.  There was some truth to his da's old adage.

Apart from his self-centeredness, Rembrandt is an actor, a showman, in love with the thrill of presentation.  He has a keen eye for detail, and is somewhat easily bored, drifting from one life to the next, like a spirit seeking bodies to possess.  His thrills are found in inhabiting the lives of others, in playing out their roles as if they were his own.  It is a thrill largely driven by greed, and for the fun of it.

But when left undisguised, Rembrandt is a dapper fellow, charming and an easy talker.  He falls easily in the company of others, and you would never be able to tell that he didn't belong.  But deep inside he's an incredibly lonely man, masking it well with the pleasures of life.  He doesn't like to be 'real' or talk about 'serious' things.   He knows the double-edged sword he dances on, and the risk of losing who he is with those he becomes.

+ FAITH +
Rem is quietly faithful, if passing a prayer here and there to any god that might be listening.  He is not overtly religious, but prefers to avoid needless conversation on the topic if he can.
 
+ HABITS +
He smokes casually, usually cigars in good company, but will settle for anything in a bind.  He usually keeps at least a sack of tobacco on him at all times and some rolling paper.

CH III – Social

+ RELATIONSHIPS +
*TBA

CH IV – Abilities / Skills
+ DOPPELGANGER +
He was given a unique gift, one passed down from his father – or so he'd been told – to reach into a person's subconscious and tap into their memories, their fears, their loves, their hates, and, if concentrated enough, the deepest parts of their soul.  It is not a spiritual gift, as Rembrandt remembers it, perhaps not even a psychic or a magical one.  Of that he cannot be certain. 

When he feels another's memories, reflecting in his mind as if they were his own, he can copy them, parts of their personalities, adopting them, and essentially becoming that person.  He can even disguise himself as them physically though this is more taxing, and often why he holds an identity for brief periods of time.  He cannot change his gender or bone structure, and will choose individuals that have a closer physical resemblance to him. 

CH V – Gear / Equipment
The clothes on his back

CH VI – Reflections of the Past
For as long as he could remember Rembrandt had been on his own.  Having never known his mother, Rem was raised largely by his father.  Well, kept alive would be more like how he would describe it.  His father cared little for him, that much he could tell, but he put up with him and housed him, clothed him, and taught him everything he knew about the cold hard world.  He wanted Rembrandt to take care of himself, to make himself a better man than he.

He never would have wanted Rembrandt to fall into a life of petty crime.  But was it his fault that he inherited peculiar gifts from his father?  He shouldn't have given them to him if he didn't want him to use it!  If it was any consolation, he did teach the boy one useful aspect.  That the world was a hard place and in order to survive, you had to look out for yourself.

And Rembrandt became an expert in taking care of himself. 

He left home at fourteen, and learned sleight of hand tricks, underhand, overhand, counting cards, probability and pickpocketing.  All of this just to get by. But all of it was done for fun, to pass time in smoky poker rooms and crowded parlors.  He needed sustainability, a big score, and that came when he was approximately nineteen.

He attempted to con an older woman out of her jewelry, a subtle touch here, a hint there, vague flirtations, when he felt her memories, envisioning them as if they were his own.  Within him were reflected the faces of her deceased husband, his personality as she saw it, and when Rembrandt realized she saw in him her spouse, he assumed that life for as long as it's pleasures could be had.  And with it followed the money.

But soon his fickle nature drew him back to the drifter's life, having erased his memory from the widow, and he took what belongings he could fit into his pockets and was gone.  It was the thrill of the act, of digging within the secret confines of a person's soul and feeling out their innermost thoughts.




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