Cercyon Vulcanus does not have a home Playgroup despite completing 5 Contracts. They should not play in any Contracts until they have a home.
A 5-Victory Novice Contractor played by Glitchy as a Free Agent
Cercyon’s consciousness melded, and suddenly, he was somewhere else, standing in front of a scale. On one side, stood 7 different humanoids, who all seemed to converse with each other, and then nod in agreement. Then, his whole world flipped, and then he was standing in front of a short and stocky man, who seemed extraordinarily ugly. He recognized him instantly, seeing his loved Patron, Vulcan. “Welcome to my forge, my child.”
Cercyon bowed to Vulcan, prostrating himself to the God. “Thank you for your blessing.” Vulcan stared at Cercyon, and then motioned him to stand up. “You have proved yourself in both battle and the forge, you are truly my son, both by name and merit.”
Cercyon obeyed, and followed the god into a massive cavern, generously sprinkled with forges and materials, each workstation completely stocked with tools. “The God’s Forge.” Cercyon breathed, his voice and face saturated with awe.
“Yes.” Grunted Vulcan in response, who then stepped away, and then motioned to a house not too far away. “This will be your home for the rest of eternity, my believer.”
Cercyon walked towards his new home, meandering and staring at the massive workshop. Once he was inside, he stepped in. A clear smell of mint wafted towards him, and two older people stepped up to him, who were dressed in red garments. The man smiled at him warmly, and the woman rushed up to him and captured him in a hug.
Cercyon was cautious, but then recognized them; “Mother, Father?” At first curious, but then elated. “It’s you?” “It really is you?”
“They are.” Vulcan’s voice boomed in response, his gravelly tones echoing in the open airy chamber. Cercyon embraced his mother back, towering over her and then his father, a family group hug that felt so complete, so real, so right.
Cercyon wept.
He is 28 years old, lives in a temple in Sicily, Italy, and often appears as Red skin, as if he has a really bad sunburn, with longer, hairless limbs and brown hair that is close cropped in a very messy bowl cut, wearing a priest's robes (Lower abdomen and crotch appear made of metal due to Reassemble).
His journal, Retrospection of a Worshipper, has 9 entries.
2 Alertness
0 Animals
3 Athletics
4 Crafts
0 Culture
3 Drive
0 Firearms
0 Influence
0 Investigation
0 Medicine
0 Melee
0 Occult
0 Performance
0 Science
0 Stealth
0 Survival
3 Technology
0 Thievery
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Cercyon Vulcanus was born to two unnamed parents, who died soon after his birth. He was found by a worshipper of the Roman god Vulcan, which he grew into revering. Lives in Sicily, italy as a priest in training for temple of roman gods.