Cig

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Personality

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Abilities

Keeps an eye on Kennet’s perimeter and alters them of danger by burning a hole in a map, ouija board or list of names.

Is unable to speak, but can communicate though weji boards and maps.

Chronology

It has a non-violent and passive nature, preferring to listen than to act.

Gravitates towards interesting people such as, addicts, criminals and world weary travellers. It enjoys listening to stories.

It has had two prior owners, a witch hunt that used him as an endless cigarette and an alchemist who’s workshop exploded. Cig received some minor abrasions as a result of the blast.

Became a citizen of Kennet after the perimeter fell.

He was bound by Verona when she tricked him into jumping to smoke she had released from a jar and then dissipated by opening another jar of clean air.<ref>Verona undid the cap. Alchemy-created smoke billowed out of the container, and she held it high overhead.

“Come on, come on, come on. Jump to the nice big obvious point of smoke…” Verona said, grabbing the other bottle. She threw the first across the roof, then began unscrewing, watching Lucy.

Lucy, down by the shore, jerked her arm, giving it a sudden shake.

Burned down enough she had to drop him…

The cigarette appeared on the corner of the roof closest to Lucy and Lis.

Verona finished unscrewing the other cap. The air was cleared. All smoke in a wide radius was pushed away, including Cig’s. He rolled a bit, then stopped.

She strode over, then drew a circle in the scant rooftop gravel and grit with her finger. He rolled slightly away from her finger as she drew, but didn’t disappear. She filled in the trench with poured chalk.- Excerpt from Dash to Pieces 11.13</ref>