Birth Name: Wesley Pierce

Nova Name: Conjuror or Summoner (he’s used both)
Eruption: Occult ‘Revelation’

Nature: Analyst

Allegiance: Independent

Strength: 2, Brawl 1

Dexterity: 3, Athletics 1, Drive 1, Legerdemain 3, Melee 1, Stealth 2

Stamina: 3, Endurance 3, Resistance 3

Perception: 4, Awareness 3

Intelligence: 4, Academics 2, Computer 1, Linguistics 1 (Latin), Medicine 1,

Science 1

Wits: 2, Arts 1, Rapport 1

Appearance: 2

Manipulation: 4, Streetwise 1, Subterfuge 1

Charisma: 3, Etiquette 1

Backgrounds: Allies 1, Backing 1, Contacts 3, Resources 3

Initiative: 5

Willpower: 4

Taint: 3

Aberrations: Anima Banner (glowing runic circles)

Quantum: 4 (3 Tainted Quantum)

Quantum Pool: 28

Mega-Attributes: None

Quantum Powers: Force Field 3, Quantum Construct 3, Warp 1

Wesley was born and raised in Waterbury, New Jersey. Never much for anything

physical, the meek and sheltered child read voraciously as a child, finding lots

of interesting books of his grandfathers in the attic and sheltering himself up there

to hide from his parents and poring over the old texts on all sorts of black arts.

He took up stage magic as well, finding a pleasing symmetry to being able to

lie to his parents about reading grandfathers ‘old books of magic’ and show them

the tricks to back up what he was supposedly learning. He tried once or twice

to do a magic stunt at school to show off for a girl but got a black eye from a

jock who thought he was her boyfriend. He had begun to hang out with a goth

crowd that was willing to overlook his odd pseudo-mystical crap, so long as he

could show them how to palm cigarettes and insult people in latin. He usually

spent most of his time with them in a desperate attempt to find a group of his

own, since he never really clicked with the intellectuals, lacking the will to try

at anything. But even with these black-clad Byron and Cure fans he felt

uncomfortable, like he didn’t belong.

Soon the headaches began, and he began to have unsettling dreams at first of

other worlds and growing pulsing dark hearts in shadowed places. The dreams

soon were replaced by waking dreams in which things would happen in the night.

He would wake up trapped in an invisible prison and pound and struggle until it

would vanish as he snapped fully awake, or he would start suddenly to a touch on

his leg and find his bed filled with snakes, which would vanish as he would throw

himself out of bed screaming.

It was about this time that his spirit guide appeared to him. He appeared as a

shapeless manlike form, but his voice was distinct and clear. He explained

everything to Wesley, how the night prisons were in fact the spells of protection

that had been placed up to protect him from the demons that sought to tap his

power or taint his soul and that the snakes were a case of his own fledgeling

skills seeking anywhere for something to protect him!

He also explained the principles of sacred geometry to Wesley, things he had

recently read, but not really taken very seriously, especially going into the

nature of circle magic. Soon, Wesley was able to craft his own circles of

protection (which his spirit guide insisted was the first thing he had to learn),

then he was taught to summon and conjure various creatures in his own

defense, although the spirit guide admitted that this would be easier if he

left a good hour in advance, something about the resonances from his home

dimension interfering with the ability to conjure creatures from any other

world. It took over a year before Wesleys spirit mentor failed to come to

him any more, but by this point he had learned how to craft circles of

protection on the fly, summon almost anything he could conceive or even

transfer himself across gulfs of distance, an ability he used with great abandon,

so much so that he was finally caught on vacation in the carribean without

a passport and locked up in a cell with a camera facing it, keeping him from

getting the privacy that he preferred for his ritual uses. So he was caught

on camera drawing a circle on the floor, incanting a ritual and vanishing

through a doorway in the floor. Of course, the police already had his

identification by this point and so his secret was out…