Corporeal Forces: 3 Strength: 3 Agility: 9

Ethereal Forces: 3 Intelligence: 7 Precision: 5

Celestial Forces: 4 Will: 9 Perception: 7

Vessel: human/1

Skills: Climbing/1, Dodge/6, Emote/3, Escape/1, Fast-Talk/1, Fighting/2, Move Silently/3, Ranged Weapon (pistol)/3, Running/6, Savoir-Faire/1, Swimming/1, Tactics/1

Songs: Healing (Corporeal/1), Light (Celestial/2), Motion (Corporeal/2), Numinous Corpus/1 (wings), Shields (Corporeal/2), Sleep (Ethereal/2), Thunder/3

Attunements: Impudite of Cheerfulness, Infectious Smile

Discord: Neat/3, Happy!/3

Where's the thrice-damned Game when you really need them?

Charlie simply can't understand it. He's a Renegade. He smashed his Heart and ran - screaming - to the nearest Tether. He even spit on its Seneschal as he ran past. His first act upon reaching Earth was to take a brick and send it through a window, using a drop of precious Essence to steady his aim. Charlie uses Songs at every opportunity, spends Essence like a maniac, and routinely smashes up large, bulky objects. He even found a copy of the "Renegade's Bible" … just so he could do everything wrong properly.

And still the Game hasn't caught up to him. What are they all doing, taking coffee breaks?

Charlie's a very scared Renegade. Nothing new there, but he's not scared of the Game. He wants the Game to swoop down and snag him: if they do, then he can sing like a canary about what his former Superior Daisy is really planning for Hell. It's bad. It's really bad. She's infecting demons left and right, and time is running out for everybody. Charlie was sure that going Renegade was the best way to get the message out; after all, everybody knows that the Game interrogates its captives to a fare-thee-well.

Well, this time the Game was going to find it really easy to get information out of one of its victims. Charlie would have signed anything, confessed to anything, agreed to anything… just as long as he was listened to when it came to the danger. Hell, Charlie's riddled with infectious Discords. That, coupled with the Game's natural paranoia, should have been enough for him to be taken seriously. It probably wouldn't have been enough to keep him alive, but then Charlie would rather be dead than a brainless grinning zombie. It was a good plan, really … but it assumed that the Game could find one shouting Renegade spray-painting "Fleurity is a drug-soaked buffoon" (in Infernal, no less) on walls on a regular basis.

So much for vaunted Balseraph propaganda - and where the Hell is the Host, for that matter? Doesn't Dominic have Triads or something out, looking for demons to eviscerate? What does it take to get celestial attention these days?

Charlie's not a Cheerful demon at all. He has encountered celestial agents, actually: Soldiers of his former Superior. They keep finding him, trying to subdue him (while at the same time trying to make him kill one). They're brain-dead, grinning zombies, of course, so it's not too hard to evade… but there's a lot of them. Charlie doesn't dare kill one: he's gotten to that critical point where any higher levels of the Happy! Discord will shut off his intelligence like a light bulb, and he can't find a non-Cheerful Tether. If he could find a Tether - any Tether - he wouldn't be in this mess. But his pursuers keep following, and eventually he won't have any choice but to kill one. If that happens, then the clock really starts ticking. He's got to find help first.

Where the HELL is the Game?