Enid is a Knock Follower. She is somber, paranoid, and quiet. Her visions make life difficult for her.
One may engage in a romantic relationship with Enid if she is spoken to and Streets Strange by Moonlight is chosen as the subject of discussion. Temptation: Enlightenment or any of its forms (ex., Desire: Enlightenment) is also required to do so..
Enid speaks softly, and sometimes her gaze doesn't focus on anything visible. It may be that you've dreamed the same dreams. [You might be able to recruit this acquaintance as a follower.]
- Acquaintance description
Aspects: Acquaintance, Mortal
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Enid speaks softly, and sometimes her gaze doesn't focus on anything visible. She sees things that others don't.
- Believer description
Aspects: Mortal, Follower, Knock 2
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AEnid sees what others do not. It is becoming difficult for her, but it is very useful.
- Disciple description
Aspects: Mortal, Potential, Knock 5, Follower, Disciple
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Enid sees the gaps between things, and the arts that she has learned permit her, sometimes, to place her fingers in that gap.
- Exalt description
Aspects: Mortal, Knock 10, Exalted, Follower, Disciple
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Enid always sees her enemies coming. All the time.
- Rival description
Aspects: A Rival's Ascension 2, Mortal, Maverick, Suspicious
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Enid doesn't speak any more.
- Prisoner description
Aspects: Mortal, Heart 3, Lantern 3, Prisoner, Grail 3, Knock 5
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Enid can be romanced at Streets Strange by Moonlight.
The light is silver; the breeze is cool; the night's silence invites words as dark velvet invites a finger's touch.
- Invitation description
Enid looks up, directly into my eyes, a sudden dragonfly brightness. 'Yes,' she says.
- Followup description
Enid drifts closer to me, and closer, like a reflection on a wave-crest, until she fits against my side. She says nothing at all, neither then, nor later.
- Success description
Enid prefers to close her eyes rather than look at me. She says it hurts to look. She says it with such longing that I can't take offence.
- Season description
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She does not talk, when she is sad. But she is often sad. I know now to place myself, know to leave my hand just so, and coax that lovely neck upon my shoulder. Our lives are mottled with moments like this, unspoken, unseen, us. And in the morning, when the day before her lies open and wide, she smiles the smile only I know and I am well repaid. [This might be considered a victory. But the House is no place for lovers.]
- End description