Shadow Name: Deinalopex (from Classical Greek deine, wondrous/clever/dangerous/dire/intense, and alopex, fox)
Legal name: ???
Quote: "Yesterday, I learned that algorithmic complexity is a sad joke. Tomorrow, I'm going to make a tree into a solid-fuel rocket. Want to come?"
There's the distinct smell of violets, spring rain, and a faint whiff of some kind of musk. Everything around you seems completely new, wondrous and dangerous in equal measure - both fascinating and dire, but crucially, everything looks and sounds completely the same - only its seeming significance has changed.
Safety. Status. Knowledge.
Mages looking for understanding and boundary-pushing, and who are willing to treat even Sleepers like they're people.
Pure knowledge, regardless of any immediately practical application - that will come.
He's Free Council, infiltrating the Mysterium.
That fox of his is completely mundane.
His reasons for refusing to allow for the existence of Intimate bodily samples from him go beyond feral mistrust.
He's working on rocket-tree rocketry, whatever that means.
"Please check your math. I'm not sure what will happen to the universe if you don't."
"Why not just..."
"...tenses are hard."
Inspirations, Tropes, and Soundtrack
Inspirations and Tropes:
The Green/Blue conflict from Magic: the Gathering. He's continually stuck between his typically Mysterium love of intellect and his typically Thyrsus reliance on intuition, torn between the wilds and the watchmaker's workbench. Intuition, concretization, and heavy anthropomorphizing metaphor are his stock in trade. He is not at all a Cartesian dualist.
The entire second part of Ginsberg's Howl. Especially "Moloch who frightened me out of my natural ecstasy!".
Explosions in the Sky:
Be Comfortable, Creature
Six Days at the Bottom of the Ocean
Your Hand in Mine
Boards of Canada:
Turquoise Hexagon Sun
How to Disappear Completely
He would be riding in the subway...