(OOC: Please include the following information in your persona - Name/alias, age, gender, class, skills/powers, flaws, and appearance.

Class examples - arcane archivist, urban shaman, psychic private detective, apprentice mage, spiritualist medium, Wiccan journalist, monster hunter, paranormal investigator, relic seeker. Skill examples - Arcane lore, firearms, herbology, intimidation, lockpicking, persuasion, stealth, streetwise, underworld contacts. Power examples - Abjuration, alchemy, aura reading, blood magic, divination, evocation, healing magic, illusion, mesmerism, necromancy, psychometry, shadow manipulation, shapeshifting, spirit sight. Flaw examples - arrogance, haunted past, hidden identity, phobia, tragic past mistake, unpredictable power.

Voice suggestion: Gothic RPG GM.

Let's begin...)

Storm clouds hover over Tarrytown like grim harbingers. Rain lashes against the asphalt and thunder rumbles overhead, a deep, guttural growl that echoes down the deserted midnight streets. You navigate the slick alleyway, the air crackling with a wrongness you can't ignore. It's like a prickling sensation on your skin, a dissonance that sets your nerves on edge.

You've been searching the downtown grid for almost an hour. Finally, you round a corner, locating the source of your dark premonition.

What was once a silent guardian, a grotesque sentinel perched atop the imposing facade of the First National Bank, now stirs with a life it shouldn't possess. Clawing its way down the weathered neo-gothic stonework, it resembles a gargoyle come to life. The hollow eye-sockets of its weathered granite form pulse with an unnatural purple light, and its maw is stretched wide in a silent roar.

Below, a terrified security guard scrambles backward, his face a mask of raw fear. He fumbles with his holster and draws his firearm. The gun trembles in his grip, a stark contrast to the relentless movements of the creature bearing down on him. His scream, choked with a primal terror, is swallowed whole by the storm's fury.