Lott

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Lott is a complex echo of a drug dealer that died after being arrested.

Personality

Rebellious, unruly, and has a history of violence.

Likes cigarettes.<ref>“Cigarettes for you, Lott,” she said, laying three cigarettes and a plastic lighter on the shrine.- Excerpt from Summer Break 13.6</ref>

Appearance

A human figure made out of the heads of canines stacked on top of each other.<ref>The complex echo standing behind the shrine wasn’t nearly as complex as Edith, and it wasn’t really vocal, either.  The heads of vague canine predators were stacked up atop one another in a vague approximation of a human figure, in a very squint and you can see it way.  None of the heads faced her directly, and mouths were open, not really muzzles so much as zig-zags of fangs and fur that couldn’t be easily told apart from one another.  Like the other spirits, the lighting sat wrong on him, making him high-contrast, murky light and deep dark that disappeared into the shadows of trees behind him.- Excerpt from Summer Break 13.6</ref>When looked at indirectly you can see the man Lott used to be before becoming a complex echo, a young man with shaggy hair in a grey prison uniform, a winter jacket and a crown tattoo on one hand.<ref>When she didn’t look directly at the complex echo, she could see the young guy it had used to be.  The lighter sections of the figure suggested wrinkled clothing, a slice of face visible in stark light, head slightly bowed, eyes peering out past shaggy hair, wary.  He wore a grey prison uniform with a decorated winter jacket over it.  A crown tattoo marked one hand.- Excerpt from Summer Break 13.6</ref>

Surrounds himself with metal and canine spirits.<ref>Intense enough to leave a distinct echo behind, which had quickly become a wraith, a nasty, combative echo, and then it had become complex.  He surrounded himself with canine spirits and metal spirits, with traces of other echoes he cannibalized and took into himself.  He wasn’t strong; he’d taken a big hit from something when making his way over from Tripoli to bloody Kennet, leaving him wounded and starting from square one in some ways.- Excerpt from Summer Break 13.6</ref>

Abilities

He can gather lesser spirits and echos to him.<ref>She remained still, watching, until the spirits relaxed enough to raise their heads up.  One looked like a rat, long dead, parts of its body rotted away to reveal skeleton, other parts still furred, with no back legs, but instead three tails that trailed beneath it, as it walked upright without rear limbs.  Another was only shadow with glowing red eyes.- Excerpt from Summer Break 13.6</ref>

He can inhabit an object and alter it to better reflect his nature, he used this ability to make the tree branch Avery was using as a weapon sharper and more deadly. He can do something similar to people to make them stronger.<ref>The wraith’s essence moved into the stick, and it became like his shrine was, jagged edges, branches falling away to leave just spike-shaped juts, and a wrapping of barbed wire.

But he wasn’t all spirit and the ability to easily take up residence in hallows was mostly a spirit thing. The echo part of him kept holding onto the stick.  His arm lined up with Avery’s, his other arm hooked around her neck in a move that could have strangled her if he was more substantial.  The echo-ness of him took up some residence in her.  In her clothes, in her skin, in the eyes behind the mask.  Her clothing moved a bit in a wind that wasn’t there, in darker colors than they’d been before.- Excerpt from Summer Break 13.6</ref>

Chronology

Lott was a former drug dealer that brought a farm near Tripoli with a group of friends and used it as a meth lab. Lott became paranoid about security and eventually got into a fight over it with his friends, injuring two of them and ending up getting arrested. He died during his first night in prison.<ref>Apparently, all the way over in Tripoli, the same small town where Olivia was from, there’d been a group of people who had bought a crap farm at rock bottom prices and then turned it into something of a drug production area, the house as a meth den, the barn as a pot grow op.  They hadn’t been very good at it, but for four or five friends, it gave them enough cash to scrape by.  One of the teenage guys had been a bit grandiose and paranoid, coming up with plans to make the operation efficient and to plan for how to fight back if cops came.  Dogs bred to be mean, gates with passwords, lock systems and hidden keys…

Eventually the others had gotten fed up, there’d been a fight, and this guy had hurt two of his friends really, really badly before another two people had managed to pull him away and restrain him.  They’d debated what to do, eventually called the cops on him, trusting he wouldn’t snitch, and he hadn’t.  He hadn’t lasted a night in jail.  The stories varied as to how and why.- Excerpt from Summer Break 13.6</ref>

He took a big hit whilst going from Tripoli to Kennet, resulting in him losing a significant amount of power.<ref>Intense enough to leave a distinct echo behind, which had quickly become a wraith, a nasty, combative echo, and then it had become complex.  He surrounded himself with canine spirits and metal spirits, with traces of other echoes he cannibalized and took into himself.  He wasn’t strong; he’d taken a big hit from something when making his way over from Tripoli to bloody Kennet, leaving him wounded and starting from square one in some ways.- Excerpt from Summer Break 13.6</ref> Once in Kennet he made an agreement with the trio to help defend the town in return for a shrine.<ref>He was guard dog, territory spirit, he was an echo of a guy who’d been king of his hill and all of those things were wrapped up together.  He’d be super dangerous if he was full strength but he’d been heavily salted or banished or something and he’d agreed to the shrine thing.  Now the trick was to keep it all balanced.- Excerpt from Summer Break 13.6</ref>

He helped Avery fight off the Fauna Ephemera when they invaded Kennet.

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