Moth Boys and Butterfly Men
For Lost Girls. An ally and a monster respectively.
Dedicated to my Mom, whom was one of the first people I GM’d for by dragging her into playing with me when I was 9 years old.
“You’re a fucking faggot, aren’t you?”
That’s the main thought in the trepanned skulls of Moth Boys: They paint their faces, wear their hair long and flock around Lost Girls like Moths to a Flame. Some even turn into them, actually hatching into a “true” form, to exist outside of the convention of what Saint Tenebrae wants out of them. Moth Boys can be found at lamp posts, napping away. When woken up they can:
- Help with Mysteries but never truly cast Magic. They can’t take the leap into the blackness of sorcery and so hide in the realm of theory rather than praxis.
- Change a face, the one magick they do know: to hide behind a layer of paint and fake skin, molded on like clay. Be warned, it can’t be easily taken off.
- Take Lost Girls to another street lamp, spread their eaten through, knitted wings and travel across the eternal night skies of Saint Tenebrae. Each streetlamp has some sort of lacy pattern weaved into it.
But many Moth Boys don’t want to be called Faggots. They don’t want to hang around witches and orcs. They care about their theatrics and their facades, above all else they care about Respectability. Everything inside boils and pressurizes outward like imploding glass into a gangly thing with brightly colored wings and no teeth, with a proboscis for a tongue. They flap around Lost Girls and suck the life out of them: so eager to take the aesthetics of alienation but too cowardly to truly bear the weight of it. They can be found fellating other Men who hate them, deluded by the idea that they can be loved.
Stress 5
Skills
- Charisma 2
- Stealth 1
- Flight 6
Abilities
- Leech: An attack with the proboscis, it’s stuck into the vein and drain a point of Stress to regain a point. They keep themselves immortal by stealing from girls and claiming it to be their own.
- Effete Machismo: A Butterfly Man can scream out to draw out other Men, repressed in their faggot-like nature, to seek out the Butterfly Man and protect him like a bee-queen.