Goals: 1. Keep the people of [[Karizmi]] from dying here in the real world. 2. Find a chance to test your mettle in [[Combat]]. 3. Convince the other militants present to attack whatever's inside the temple when it opens. You are Auxiliary Somerville, the "Lone Jock Among Nerds." It's a loving nickname, one given to you by a famous Karizmian shortly before that same person disappeared into the Dream forever, a "Karizmian Burial," as it's known to your people. It's a common fate, and one you suspect you'll eventually follow when you're millions of years old. For now, though, you're a youngster of barely ten thousand years old, and you haven't got a minute of spare time to spend Dreaming. Your days are spent fighting off endless incursions on the dozens upon dozens of Karizmian worlds, all by yourself. Sure, you have self-replicating drone fleets, genetically engineered superviruses, and more superweapons than a war between Great Houses, but it's still you behind the curtain, desperately keeping everyone alive. There's more to you, though, than the harried defender of helpless Dreamers. Your millennia spent wielding weapons beyond human conception have left you a bit... jaded. You've killed literally billions of invaders over the years, and broken countless fleets, but never once during that time have you actually been in danger. How could you? Even the [[Celestial Empress]] struggled mightily to overcome the craft of [[Kari Who Spun the Dream]], what hope does anyone else have? Nice as it is to be alive, you struggle to find a point when all you do is press big red buttons all day. What you really want is a fight. An actual, honest-to-goodness fight. One you might lose. You've come to the [[Council of Chains]] because your Governor and all their most valued officers are coming. You've heard rumors that there's some kind of ancient monster in the temple, though you don't know details. Perhaps, if you and the warriors of the other Holdings were to band together and fight it, you'll finally see what it's like to be part of a real battle. ## Asset: [[Close Quarters Chaos]] You treat your body not as a temple, but as a tool for causing as much harm as possible. In Local, Regional, or Planetary [[Combat]] scenarios, you add one to your side's advantage total. You do not need the assistance of any other character to participate in non-Fleet Combat Scenarios. You are not considered vulnerable for purposes of the Asset [[Cohen's Legacy]]. ## Lien: [[Sworn Sword]] You have promised your service to your Governor, and to fail in that pursuit is to be remembered as a failure for the rest of time. Any time your Governor is in danger or subject to public attack, you feel compelled to spring to their aid. You don't necessarily have to attack anyone, or even speak up, but if you can't find some way to show your support, you become irritable and despondent for a time, believing yourself to be a failure.