Hop Dover

Player Name



Hop Dover




Abjuration: By expending a fate point, Hop can cast protective spells, as well as spells which cancel or interfere with other spells, magical effects or supernatural abilities, or perform rituals to the same effect.


Pale As Wax: Hop is a being made entirely of stark white candle wax, molded to look like a person. Averse to fire and heat for obvious reasons. His body naturally produces candle's out of excess wax, which he can use to aid in his abjurations, as a component, or focus.
Bright As A Flame: His hair is a mop of luminescent technicolor candle wicks, no one of which is quite the same shade. These wicks run through his body like veins, their glow visible through his near translucent body. Heavy clothing, or even colors dark enough to blot out his inner glow leave Hop dangerously warm. Due to his preferred type of clothing, Hop is often a source of illumination even without lighting a candle.
Untangling The Wicks: Hop is a steadfast, and cool-headed individual. Will not allow pressing circumstances to fluster or impede him from swiftly, and methodically untangling any conundrum he encounters.


  • Scholarship (Occult) : 4(Great)
  • Athletics: 4 (Great)
  • Abjuration: 4 (Great)
  • Physical Defense: 4 (Great)
  • Mental Defense: 4 (Great)
  • Body: 3 (Good)
  • Mind: 3 (Good)
  • Action Points: 3
  • Load Limit: 7
  • XP Held: 0
  • XP Used: 0


  • Candle holders

A stark white cloak made of cloth that's slightly waxy in texture, which while terrible for keeping him warm, does an amazing job job of keeping him cool.

Shirts and pants of the same material as his cloak.

Personal History

Hop began life as the brain child of a brilliant candle maker, and the more enterprising type of mage. The pair were morally dubious, to say the least, and put their creation to work endlessly producing candles, not by way of coughing them up. That would be slow, and wasteful. No, they crafted, and trained their creation to be as dextrous and swift at his craft. Hop grew to be capable of working tirelessly, and at a speed which soon had his creator's recouping the investment bringing him into being had taken. Despite the monotony of sculpting wax, and threading wicks day after day, for years, Hop never complained, or even thought of doing so. He had a purpose, and was considered invaluable by his makers. Contentment filled every moment for him. Many more years passed, and the candle maker passed away of old age. Confusion. He became the mage's assistant, finding contentment once more. The mage passed away some many decades after. Hop was alone, but not without motive. Hop had received a paper from his last surviving owner before their death. It was a writ of ownership, signed by both his creators, and with a space for one other signature, left blank. A instructed, Hop quietly wrote out what he was told too. 'H-O-P…D-O-V-E-R'. At that moment, Hop's world opened up, beyond the narrowness of the old candle shop, past the hazy interior of the mage's study, beyond even the road he sometimes walked to fetch supplies, or groceries. After some minutes, he looked at the mage, on their death bed. And sat down. They discussed many things. Apologies were given. Thanks were given in return, eventually. The mage died, peacefully. Hop stayed, long enough to prepare some arrangements, and attend his former master's funeral. And then he left, to find work, not out of need for money, or a home, he had little need for the latter, and had been left a home by his creator's. He was in search of a task, something to fill him with the contentment he once again had lost. He had bad timing. The Event happened. Hop stayed inside for quite a while after that. He's only recently began his search again.


He's 6 feet tall. Exactly. And has the shape of an athletic adult male in their twenties.

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