[Characters] OSIRS: Human Resource Archive

[savoylen]

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This area will list Institute Personnel who are available to your particular mission or cell.

All Hoffman Employees are reminded of Directive 304.B

304 (B). Discretion in Unusual Circumstances
i. All members and recruits (provisional appointments) of the Institute are expected to keep activities out of the public eye. The Institute is not a public agency and it wishes to avoid legal and criminal entanglements. Any and all measures are approved to maintain that condition.
ii. All members and recruits of the Institute should take precautions to prevent evidence or eyewitnesses from spreading knowledge of the Institute’s research. At the same time, all reasonable good-faith efforts should be made to provide the Institute with clear, complete records and documentation of unusual events.

[savoylen]

Notice: Request CRS Report # AX-08A77-00003 "Organization Chart Summary"

For new hires, but not only for them, there is also a complete organization chart of the Hoffmann Institute.

Be sure to familiarize with the structure of the organization we all work for.

Robert Patterson, Personnel Facility Chief.

Current Cast Member	Archetype	Player
Reuben MacDougall	Survivor	Airdish2
James Smith	Spy	Neil
Zella Hekori	Researcher	Humble Athena
Timbre	K-9 Field Agent	Team Asset
Javan Williams	Diplomat / Medic	Bananabadger
Esmae Rojas	Martial Artist / Close Encounter	Starflier
Katey Ann Peters	Girl Next Door / Third Eye Spy	Oakie

[Airdish2]

*OSIRS Notation Start* File Number: 19-05-67908 Status:Senior Field Agent Rank: 4 Band: 06 01-18 Clearance: Confidential *OSIRS Notation End* Reuben MacDougall 7C97A7-0 Archetype: (Survivor) The night has teeth, and I am the wind. Base of Operations | Chicago Species| Human Description | (Survivor) The night has teeth, and I am the wind. Age | 30 Rad. Dose | 5[/TABLE] Physical Characteristics   STRength 7 DEXterity 12 ENDurance 9 INTellect 7 EDUcation 10 SOCial 7 PSI - Dice Modifier Table Ability 0 1-2 3-5 6-8 9-11 12-14 DM -3 -2 -1 0 +1 +2 SKILLS AND TALENTS (EDU + INT) * 3Skill Points MAX /Used: 45/57 Training: Melee (Blade), using a stake (2) Skill (specialty) Rank Admin   Advocate   Animals   Athletics 0 Athletics (STR)   Athletics (DEX) 2 Athletics (END)   Art   Art ( )   Art ( )   Broker   Carouse 3 Culture 0 Culture (United Kingdom) 2 Culture (Sasquatch) 1 Deception   Diplomat   Drive 0 Drive(wheeled) 3 Electronics   Electronics (Comms)   Electronics (Computers)   Electronics (Remote Ops)   Electronics (sensors)   Engineer   Engineer ( )   Explosives   Flyer   Flyer(Winged)   Flyer(Rotor)   Gambler   Gunner   Gunner(Turret)   Gun Combat 0 Gun Combat (slug) 4 Heavy Weapons 0 Heavy Weapons ( )   Investigate   Language 0 Language (Irish) 3 Leadership 2 Mechanic   Medic 2 Melee 0 Melee (Blade) 2 Melee (Unarmed)   Navigation   Persuade   Pilot   Pilot(Small Craft)   Profession   Profession ()   Recon 4 Science 0 Science (History) 1 Seafarer   Stealth 4 Steward   Streetwise 2 Survival 1 Tactics 0 Tactics (Military) 2 Vacc Suit   Untrained -3 TALENTS Name Description Alertness +1 to DEX or INT Double Tap I +4 Edge or better, immediately make a single pistol attack as a Free Action   Extra Rugged +2 to END Conditions: Shared Jade Blessing ATTACK ACTIONS HAND TO HAND AND MELEE WEAPONS Weapon TL Cost Wgt Range Damage Type LL Unarmed Strike — — — melee (close quarters) 1D —   Knife 2 100 2 Melee 2D blade - Improvised - Varies - Melee 2D-2 -   RANGED AND HEAVY WEAPONS Weapon (Trait) TL Cost Wgt Range Damage Type LL Revolver 4 Cr150 900g 5m 2D-3 P 6 Shotgun (Bulky) 4 Cr200 4 Kg 50m 4D Slug - GEAR Leather Coat, Pistol (standard issue), shotgun (standard issue) Character Notes: Reuben leans back in his seat, smirking through an almost unintelligible Scottish brogue: “So ye wanna ken my past, eh? Before you blokes picked me up from that posh mansion with the bloodsuckers what killed me mates, I was a criminal. Gun-boy for tuh Gallowgates. We were tipped for tuh riches by a posh boy in a pub, turns out the Vampires just wanted a spot o’ fun and the red wetness. It weren’t just luck that I lived to see you boys rushin’ the door: my Grampy Fi told me stories about monsters liken to these, kept me livin whilst the others shuffled off their mortal coils. Grampy told me lots of wonderful things to fill me nightmares...” Reuben leans forward, a gleam in his eyes: “...now I’ll be guessin that they weren’t just yarns.”

 

PHYSICAL STATISTICS
Str 7/7 Dex 9/9 End 12/12 Int 7/7 Edu 10/10 Soc 7/7 Psi 0/0
DMs: 0: -3, 1-2: -2, 3-5: -1, 6-8: +0, 9-11: +1, 12-14: +2, 15+: +3

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[Neil]

 

*OSIRS Notation Start* File Number: 19-06-00442 Status: Agent, First Class Rank: 2 Band: 08 01-18 Clearance: Restricted *OSIRS Notation End* James Smith 888885-A Base of Operations Chicago Species Human Description Unremarkable Age 38 Rad. Dose 5 Physical Characteristics   STRength 8 DEXterity 8 ENDurance 8 INTellect 8 EDUcation 8 SOCial 5 PSI 10 Dice Modifier Table Ability 0 1-2 3-5 6-8 9-11 12-14 DM -3 -2 -1 0 +1 +2 SKILLS AND TALENTS (EDU + INT) * 3Skill Points MAX /Used: 26/64 Skill (specialty) Rank Admin 1 Advocate 1 Alchemy Animals   Athletics 0 Athletics (STR)   Athletics (DEX) 2 Athletics (END) 1 Art 0 Art (Visual Media) 1 Art (Write) Broker   Carouse   Deception Diplomat 0 Drive 0 Drive(wheeled) 1 Electronics 0 Electronics (Comms) 1 Electronics (Computers) 1 Electronics (Remote Ops)   Electronics (sensors) 1 Engineer   Engineer ( )   Explosives   Flyer   Flyer(Winged)   Flyer(Rotor)   Gambler   Gunner   Gunner(Turret)   Gun Combat 0 Gun Combat (slug) 1 Heavy Weapons   Heavy Weapons ( )   Investigate   Jack of all Trades Language 0 Language (Arabic) 1 Leadership   Mechanic   Medic   Melee 0 Melee (Blade) 3 Melee (Unarmed) 3 Navigation   Persuade   Pilot   Pilot(Small Craft)   Profession 0   Profession (Blogger) 1 Profession (Photographer) 1 Recon   Science 0   Science (Archaeology) Science (Astronomy) Science (Economics) Science (History) Science (Laboratory Tech) 2 Science (Linguistics) 1 Science (Xenophorms) Sorcery (White Circle) Seafarer   Stealth 1 Steward   Streetwise   Survival 2 Tactics 0 Tactics Vacc Suit 0   Untrained -3 Psi Rank Telepathy 0   Telepathy (Forgetfulness) sub-ability locks a level 1 TALENTS Name Description Psion Psi unlocked Spy You have a false identity - a "legend" as it is known in the business. Your true identity comes to light only under rigorous background checking that usually requires several days. A false identity also comes with one Average-level contact who believe your legend. You can "burn" your identity to stymie an effort to locate you or take you into custody. If you have to burn your false identity you can create a new one in 10 days. Expert Researcher: I Read About That In A Book - Gain Jack of All Trades 1 Lucky Miss Once per combat scene, you can use a reaction to make an attack that hits, miss instead. Vanish You have a knack for avoiding notice. You gain a +2 bonus on deception or stealth checks to blend into crowds. ATTACK ACTIONS HAND TO HAND AND MELEE WEAPONS Weapon TL Cost Wgt Range Damage Type LL Unarmed Strike — — — melee (close quarters) 1D6 —   Scimitar 2 10 2 melee 2D6 blade - RANGED AND HEAVY WEAPONS Weapon TL Cost Wgt Range Damage Type LL Revolver 4 Cr150 900g 5m 2D-3 P 6 Gear Moonstone Pendant from Zella Holy Water (Blessed) in a "squirt" style jogging bottle Institute Ring Institute GPS Institute ID and Badge Character Notes:   It started like, well if you are like me, at-all like me, you'll know what I mean: You go into a bar and it doesn't matter where you stand, or how big the note you wave in your hand, it's always the people either side of you that get served. No matter how hard you try you just can't seem to catch the barstaff's eye; they just serve everyone else. Depressing isn't it. Well it was for me anyway - the more I was ignored the more depressed I got and the more depressed I was the less I wanted to be noticed... Maybe you've been there? So, one day I got so fed up of being ignored I just walked round the bar and poured my own beer. I didn't care if I got thrown out - I just didn't care about much of anything by then. But I didn't get thrown out - no body noticed. It became a thing, and it got to where a bar didn't even have to be busy and then one day I was - I'm a photo journalist by the way - I was at a demonstration and this riot broke out and I was there in the middle of the whole thing just snapping away and everyone ignored me - more than ignored me, went round me and carried on. It was the strangest thing. Yeah I know that's was weird right but then it got even stranger. It was like even machines couldn't be bothered anymore. I forgot my pin and was like you know - how am I gonna get cash now? and the thing didn't even bother to ask. It just gave me the money - I mean I could have been anybody, it could have been anybody's card. So that was when I knew, that was when I said "Stop. This is not just me being boring - this is a THING. I looked it up - Glamour the Irish call it, so I have The Glamour - paradoxical or what? Right?" Pictures you see - I take pictures, freelance, sell them, but I can take pictures others cannot. I can see things others cannot, I can see past the glamour of others just as they can see past mine but we don't always know each other for what we are until we see that others can't. It's a club - a lonely club perhaps but a club none-the-less - and I was never in a gang at school so it's nice to be in one now. --- I'ld been taking pictures in this area for a while. It had interested me that part of Charleston, and I wondered if I might do serious piece on urban degeneration. And on this day - I had pictures of space holes and who knows what - it really kicked off. And then BOOM! I wasn't sure what to do with all the pictures - I knew the normal papers wouldn't touch them but I had contacts, there were places where folks would buy pictures that belonged in a science fiction movie or horror film; there were collectors and agencies. So after reducing the options I post them with the normal copyright and disclaimers. I was quite impressed when they found me - no really. It's not often someone comes to my front door. Even the post guy struggles with the box at the end of the drive.   PHYSICAL STATISTICS Str 8/8 Dex 8/8 End 8/8 Int 8/8 Edu 8/8 Soc 5/5 Psi 10/10 DMs: 0: -3, 1-2: -2, 3-5: -1, 6-8: +0, 9-11: +1, 12-14: +2, 15+: +3 Senses: normal Rad. Dose: 5 Non-Combat: Initiative Result : Current Armor: Combat: Free Actions: Minor Actions: Significant Actions: Reactions: Character Notes:   It started like, well if you are like me, at-all like me, you'll know what I mean: You go into a bar and it doesn't matter where you stand, or how big the note you wave in your hand, it's always the people either side of you that get served. No matter how hard you try you just can't seem to catch the barstaff's eye; they just serve everyone else. Depressing isn't it. Well it was for me anyway - the more I was ignored the more depressed I got and the more depressed I was the less I wanted to be noticed... Maybe you've been there? So, one day I got so fed up of being ignored I just walked round the bar and poured my own beer. I didn't care if I got thrown out - I just didn't care about much of anything by then. But I didn't get thrown out - no body noticed. It became a thing, and it got to where a bar didn't even have to be busy and then one day I was - I'm a photo journalist by the way - I was at a demonstration and this riot broke out and I was there in the middle of the whole thing just snapping away and everyone ignored me - more than ignored me, went round me and carried on. It was the strangest thing. Yeah I know that's was weird right but then it got even stranger. It was like even machines couldn't be bothered anymore. I forgot my pin and was like you know - how am I gonna get cash now? and the thing didn't even bother to ask. It just gave me the money - I mean I could have been anybody, it could have been anybody's card. So that was when I knew, that was when I said "Stop. This is not just me being boring - this is a THING. I looked it up - Glamour the Irish call it, so I have The Glamour - paradoxical or what? Right?" Pictures you see - I take pictures, freelance, sell them, but I can take pictures others cannot. I can see things others cannot, I can see past the glamour of others just as they can see past mine but we don't always know each other for what we are until we see that others can't. It's a club - a lonely club perhaps but a club none-the-less - and I was never in a gang at school so it's nice to be in one now. --- I'ld been taking pictures in this area for a while. It had interested me that part of Charleston, and I wondered if I might do serious piece on urban degeneration. And on this day - I had pictures of space holes and who knows what - it really kicked off. And then BOOM! I wasn't sure what to do with all the pictures - I knew the normal papers wouldn't touch them but I had contacts, there were places where folks would buy pictures that belonged in a science fiction movie or horror film; there were collectors and agencies. So after reducing the options I post them with the normal copyright and disclaimers. I was quite impressed when they found me - no really. It's not often someone comes to my front door. Even the post guy struggles with the box at the end of the drive.

[savoylen]

Timbre (German Shepherd Companion) *OSIRS Notation Start* File Number: 14-12-05975 Status:Senior K-9 Special Agent Rank: K9-6 Band: 04 01-18 Clearance: Confidential *OSIRS Notation End* Asset Quality: Excellent Archetype - Theme: Battler - Do right and fear no one Animal Hits Speed Canine 35 18 m Skills: Recon 3, Stealth 2, Survival 2 Attacks:Bite (+4) 2D Trait: The growl of this dog is a terrifying sound that sends many who hear it running. It provides a +2 bonus to its Persuade skill (used to scare off targets).Growl of the Beast FEATURE:Senses Enhanced, HI Agency Special Access 2. HI Favors: 1 TALENT: Multi-Attack: For an attack action, Timbre takes a bite and a claw attack. Behavior: Conditions: Shared Jade Blessing GEAR: Hoffman GPS and IDENT implant GEAR: Hoffman Kevlar Dog Vest: Armor: 3 (Physical) 2 (Energy) Species Notes: readily follows its human around and obeys whatever commands he or she is trained to followLoyal, teamwork bonus of the companion in situations when working with the dog to complete goals is possible.Partner   PHYSICAL STATISTICS Hits: 35 / 35 Senses: Enhanced Rad. Dose: - Non-Combat: Initiative Result : Current Armor: Combat: Free Actions: Minor Actions: Significant Actions: Reactions:

[Humble Athena]

*OSIRS Notation Start* File Number: 19-09-31471 Status: Agent, First Class Rank: 2 Band: 08 01-18 Clearance: Restricted *OSIRS Notation End* Zella Hekori 5589A4-0 Base of Operations New York Species Human Description Librarian Age 34 Rad. Dose 5 Physical Characteristics   STRength 5 DEXterity 5 ENDurance 8 INTellect 9 EDUcation 10 SOCial 5 PSI - Dice Modifier Table Ability 0 1-2 3-5 6-8 9-11 12-14 DM -3 -2 -1 0 +1 +2 SKILLS AND TALENTS (EDU + INT) * 3Skill Points MAX /Used: 26/57 Skill (specialty) Rank Admin   Advocate   Alchemy 1 Animals   Athletics 0 Athletics (STR)   Athletics (DEX) 1 Athletics (END)   Art 0 Art (Visual Media) 1 Art (Write) 2 Broker   Carouse   Deception 2 Diplomat   Drive   Drive(wheeled)   Electronics   Electronics (Comms)   Electronics (Computers)   Electronics (Remote Ops)   Electronics (sensors)   Engineer   Engineer ( )   Explosives   Flyer   Flyer(Winged)   Flyer(Rotor)   Gambler   Gunner   Gunner(Turret)   Gun Combat 0 Gun Combat (slug)   Heavy Weapons   Heavy Weapons ( )   Investigate   Jack of all Trades 1 Language   Language ( )   Leadership   Mechanic   Medic   Melee 0 Melee (Blade)   Melee (Unarmed)   Navigation   Persuade   Pilot   Pilot(Small Craft)   Profession 0   Profession (Academia) 1 Recon   Science 0   Science (Archaeology) 2 Science (Astronomy) 1 Science (Economics) 1 Science (History) 1 Science (Linguistics) 1 Science (Xenophorms) 3 Sorcery (White Circle) 2 Seafarer   Stealth 0 Steward   Streetwise   Survival 0 Tactics   Tactics ( )   Vacc Suit   Untrained -2 TALENTS Name Description Esoteric Knowledge Gain Sorcery (White Circle) Access Expert Researcher: I Read About That In A Book - Gain Jack of All Trades 1 Vamped Unlock Vampire Traits ATTACK ACTIONS HAND TO HAND AND MELEE WEAPONS Weapon TL Cost Wgt Range Damage Type LL Unarmed Strike — — — melee (close quarters) 1D6 —   RANGED AND HEAVY WEAPONS Weapon TL Cost Wgt Range Damage Type LL Revolver 4 Cr150 900g 5m 2D-3 P 6 GEAR Leather Coat, Pistol (standard issue), shotgun (standard issue) Dracula's Ring, on left index finger. Box of explosive-tipped bullets for assigned pistol. Concealed boot holster. 2 Dragon's Breath: Range 15; Dam 3D+3; Blast 10, FirestarterDragon's Breath Shots for assigned shotgun Backpack sheath. Parisol for concealment. Machete Sheath sewn into trenchcoat lining. Spells Circle Difficulty Call Animal 1 7+   Protection From Chaos 1 7+   Call Animal Pack 2 8+   Speak With Animals 2 8+   Character Notes:   Zella's introduction to the Dark came many many years ago, when she was attacked late one night while on her way home to see her family. She was found early the next morning and brought home, but each of the following nights found her helpless to resist a beckoning that she seemed to feel in her soul. On the third day, she lay near death when the monster was slain by a posse avenging another girl. She felt it when it happened, though she only learned the details later. At first, she hoped for recovery, but soon realized that a foul poison was working its way through her. Mustering her will and every ounce of her strength, she visited a midwife accused in whispers of being a witch. The woman herself was not, but at Zella's insistence, or in pity for her desperation, directed her to where she could find a coven. Taking her as a daughter among them, they aided her in quelling the poison, though they could not heal the damage it had already done to her.   For nearly as long as she can remember, Zella has been a collector and curator of books both mundane and esoteric. That latter fact has, in the past, brought agents of the Hoffman Institute to her library in search of answers. Though she played coy at first, once she learned of the Institute's mission, she agreed to grant access to select agents who pleased her sensibilities. At that time, neither considered the other an ally; to the Institute, she was an uncertain resource. To her, they were worker ants doing their job in maintaining the world's order, as she was doing her job in preserving knowledge. After the destruction of the Charleston Branch, she began to notice changes, more things skittering about in the dark spaces between days, and the like. She didn't think much of it, until an older agent came- not to peruse her library, but to speak with her. She entertained him with tea by the fire, but when he suggested that she join the Institute, she was shocked and quickly declined. After all, she was not a worker ant; she had been doing her job, even if they had been failing in theirs. Still, he left a card for her. And after he was gone, she stared at it for a long time. Slowly, she began to remember. She had been someone else once, someone with more drive, more impulse, more... initiative. She tried to push away the flashes, the memories, but over the next couple days and nights, they grew stronger. A week after his visit, she walked out of her library with his card in her hand, and followed to the address embossed on the front.

 

PHYSICAL STATISTICS
Str 5/5 Dex 5/5 End 8/8 Int 9/9 Edu 10/10 Soc 4/4 Psi 0/0
DMs: 0: -3, 1-2: -2, 3-5: -1, 6-8: +0, 9-11: +1, 12-14: +2, 15+: +3

Senses: normal
Rad. Dose: 5

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[bananabadger]

Javan Williams *OSIRS Notation Start* File Number: 20-04-79585 Status:Field Agent Rank: 3 Band: 07 01-18 Clearance: Confidential *OSIRS Notation End* Javan Williams 559899-0 Base of Operations Chicago Species Human Description Diplomat / Medic Age 60 Rad. Dose 5 Physical Characteristics   STRength 5 DEXterity 5 ENDurance 9 INTellect 8 EDUcation 9 SOCial 9 PSI 0 Dice Modifier Table Ability 0 1-2 3-5 6-8 9-11 12-14 DM -3 -2 -1 0 +1 +2 SKILLS AND TALENTS (EDU + INT) * 3Skill Points MAX /Used: 36/51 Skill (specialty) Rank Admin 0 Advocate   Alchemy   Animals   Athletics 0 Athletics (STR) 1 Athletics (DEX) 2 Athletics (END) 2 Art   Art ( )   Art ( )   Broker 1 Carouse 1 Culture 0 Culture (Sami) 1 Deception 1 Diplomat 0 Drive 0 Drive(wheeled) 2 Electronics   Electronics (Comms)   Electronics (Computers)   Electronics (Remote Ops)   Electronics (sensors)   Engineer   Engineer ( )   Explosives   Flyer   Flyer(Winged)   Flyer(Rotor)   Gambler   Gunner   Gunner(Turret)   Gun Combat 0 Gun Combat (slug) 1 Heavy Weapons   Heavy Weapons ( )   Investigate 0 Jack of all Trades   Language   Language ( )   Leadership 1 Mechanic   Medic 5 Medic (veterinarian) 1 Melee 0 Melee (Blade)   Melee (Unarmed)   Navigation   Persuade 2 Pilot   Pilot(Small Craft)   Recon   Science 0 Science (Biology) 2 Science (History) 1 Science (Linguistics) 1 Sorcery (White Circle) 3 Seafarer   Stealth   Steward   Streetwise   Survival   Tactics   Tactics ( )   Vacc Suit   Untrained -3 TALENTS Name Description Monotheism FX Access to Sorcery Skill Sorcery Skill Description Blessing of the Light Can prepare and store up to 3 blessings of the light (defensive boosts) to be released prior to combat; effect determined by GM based on roll Inner Voice Non-combat; a minimum of 10 minutes needed to listen to inner voice and gain an understanding of what general direction/path/strategy should be taken by self or group to obtain goal; extent of information given determined by GM and based on roll Conditions: Shared Jade Blessing ATTACK ACTIONS HAND TO HAND AND MELEE WEAPONS Weapon TL Cost Wgt Range Damage Type LL Unarmed Strike — — — melee (close quarters) 1D6 —   RANGED AND HEAVY WEAPONS Weapon TL Cost Wgt Range Damage Type LL Revolver 4 Cr150 900g 5m 2D-3 P 6 GEAR Leather Coat, Pistol (standard issue), shotgun (standard issue) Character Notes: Encountered Dark Tide through silent contemplation   Javan has heard all your jokes about the rocket launcher or the hi-tech propulsion units camouflaged into his wheelchair. He gets it. He's with a secret institute, a hush-hush spy almost, and so that wheelchair can't just be a pair of high-tech, lightweight, cushy-padded wheels. But it is. And even still, Javan will laugh at your joke. After all, he's learned that is what people want and—this is the kicker—some of them actually are funny. Dark humor. It's always been his weakness. So, recumbent and officially retired (what do you expect, he is 68), Javan himself is a bit surprised to find himself in the Institute. Want the quick version? is how he usually begins explaining it to his curious colleagues, youngsters all. I was in international aid development. Medical tents on borders, underfunded UN hospital stations in what we called "newly emerging economies," etc. etc. Good people mostly, but after several years you grow cynical. You treat kids for diseases that shouldn't exist in our current day and age and then, to relieve the depression and pressure, you go off on a holiday with all your other global expat friends to Algeria, Lebanon, Thailand, Vietnam, wherever, and you blow what would be two-year's salary of the people you were treating on hotels, food and trifles. We called ourselves "Lords of Poverty," jokingly, of course...but it was true. So I left it all when I was about 55. My friends nodded their head and said: "Yeah, burnout, it happens." And then they booked their next vacation...and they saved a few lives. Me, I left. Traveled for two years. Ended up in Karelia and Lapland. And went back to Quakerism—yeah, that's where most of my friends thought I had truly gone of the deep end. I mean, shamanism and the likes, sure...good, new-age stuff. But I joined a small community of expats, Finns and Sami and we sat around in silence, listening for the voice of the lord. Weird, right? Sometimes, well often really, Javan stops here, assuming he has explained it all. But he hasn't. He knows that only because people have told him so. Oh, yeah, so I sat and did as we are suppose to do, right? Listen for the voice of God. We believe it is within each of us...and I believe that, but I was hearing something else. Now I would say, I was hearing something darker instead. I wrote about it on some obscure Quaker chat board...something visited by about 5 other Friends max. Two weeks later, a young man and woman were knocking at the door to my flat in Kemijarvi. Three weeks after that, I was here. And sometimes, even that wasn't enough. Oh? You wanted to know about the chair, but felt awkward asking. Yeah, I'm not lame. Rehab. I should be up and about in three weeks. Just a bad accident cross-country skiing this year. It involved a reindeer...now that's the story I should have told you!

 

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Str 5/5 Dex 5/5 End 9/9 Int 8/8 Edu 9/9 Soc 9/9 Psi 0/0
DMs: 0: -3, 1-2: -2, 3-5: -1, 6-8: +0, 9-11: +1, 12-14: +2, 15+: +3

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[Starflier]

Esmae Rojas *OSIRS Notation Start* File Number: 20-04-73903 Status:Field Agent Rank: 3 Band: 07 01-18 Clearance: Confidential *OSIRS Notation End* Esmae Rojas 79A776-7 Base of Operations Chicago Species Human Female Description Martial Artist / Close Encounter Age 30 Rad. Dose 5 Physical Characteristics   STRength 7 DEXterity 9 ENDurance 10 INTellect 7 EDUcation 7 SOCial 6 PSI 7 Dice Modifier Table Ability 0 1-2 3-5 6-8 9-11 12-14 DM -3 -2 -1 0 +1 +2 SKILLS AND TALENTS (EDU + INT) * 3Skill Points MAX /Used: 31/42 Skill (specialty) Rank Admin   Advocate   Animals   Athletics 0 Athletics (STR) 2 Athletics (DEX) 4 Athletics (END) 2 Art   Art ( )   Art ( )   Broker   Carouse 2 Deception   Diplomat   Drive   Drive(wheeled)   Electronics 0 Electronics (Comms)   Electronics (Computers) 1 Electronics (Remote Ops)   Electronics (sensors)   Engineer   Engineer ( )   Explosives 2/8Training Flyer 0 Flyer(Winged) 1 Flyer(Rotor)   Gambler   Gunner   Gunner(Turret)   Gun Combat   Gun Combat ( )   Heavy Weapons   Heavy Weapons ( )   Investigate   Language   Language ( )   Leadership   Mechanic 2 Medic 2 Melee 0 Melee (Blade) 1 Melee (Unarmed) 4 Navigation   Persuade   Pilot   Pilot(Small Craft)   Profession   Profession ()   Psi (Awareness) 4 Recon   Science 0 Science (Dark*Matter) 1 Science (Xenology) 1 Seafarer   Stealth   Steward   Streetwise   Survival   Tactics   Tactics ( )   Vacc Suit   Untrained -3 TALENTS Name Description Awareness (4) Psi Unlocked Check: Average (8+) Awareness check (1D seconds, PSI) PSI Cost: END increaseEnhanced Endurance Lasts Awareness check x10 minutes, then decreases by 1/minute back to normal Check: Average (8+) Awareness check (1D seconds, PSI) PSI Cost: STR increaseEnhanced Strength Lasts Awareness check x10 minutes, then decreases by 1/minute back to normal Check: Difficult (10+) Awareness check (1D seconds, PSI) PSI Cost: Amount of ArmourFortitude Stacks with worn armour Check: Average (8+) Awareness check (1D seconds, PSI) PSI Cost: 1Inspiration DM+2 to any one check for a minute Check: Difficult (10+) Awareness check (1D x 10 seconds, PSI) PSI Cost: Amount healedRegeneration   Check: Average (8+) Awareness check (1D minutes, PSI) PSI Cost: 3Suspended Animation Up to 7 Days Combo Strike I +1 damage to unarmed attack Conditions: Shared Jade Blessing ATTACK ACTIONS HAND TO HAND AND MELEE WEAPONS Weapon TL Cost Wgt Range Damage Type LL Unarmed Strike — — — melee 1D6+1 —   Blessed Kris (Blade) 2 — 1 melee 2D6 —   Wooden Stake               RANGED AND HEAVY WEAPONS Weapon TL Cost Wgt RoF Range Damage Type LL Revolver 4 Cr150 900g 1 ranged (pistol) 2D6 P 6 GEAR Ballistic Vest (Mesh) | Protection +2 Character Notes:   ”Would anyone else like to share?” The question was met with silence for the most part, a muffled cough and the creaking of folding chairs as people shifted their weight, anticipating the end of the meeting. In this silence Esmae raised her hand under a withering glare from the old lady that smelled like too many cats. Take your gallon of coffee and six free donuts to go next time, you old bag. She stood and she spoke, telling the story of her abduction and the nightmares that followed, baring her soul to people that just wanted to leave. She ground her teeth at the eyerolls and bit her tongue at the scoffing, although the cat lady was one more glare from getting her teeth knocked out. Why do I even do this? Because no one else understands. Experiencer support groups were hard to find even in the city. That’s what they called themselves, called people like her, who had gone through an alien abduction. Experiencer, like it was something she had wanted to try out. Every Thursday night it was the same people with the same stories, the similarities between all of them forming a bond of healing. Everyone, that is, except for her. Enough time on the internet, and a few attempts at groups closer to home, told her that her experience wasn’t like so many others. Her experience had been much darker, more violent, and something that nobody wanted to hear about. Well too damned bad. ”Ma’am?” She was tilting the nearly empty coffee dispenser as she shot cat lady a murderous glare, **** you Eleanor, when a hand grabbed her shoulder. Someone tried to warn them, but wasn’t nearly quick enough as her reflexes took over and made use of years of training. She pivoted into a joint lock followed up with an elbow to the side of the head that turned the first guy off like a light. A swift kick to the balls dropped the second guy reaching for her before he had a chance to do much of anything. It was not the kind of fancy maneuver expected from someone with over twenty years of intensive martial arts training, but it was delivered with the strength and precision of that same person. Esmae’s first encounter with Hoffmann Institute recruiters was a brief one, but it was not her last, which was probably for the best since things were about to start getting really weird.

 

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Str 7/7 Dex 9/9 End 10/10 Int 7/7 Edu 7/7 Soc 6/6 Psi 7/7
DMs: 0: -3, 1-2: -2, 3-5: -1, 6-8: +0, 9-11: +1, 12-14: +2, 15+: +3

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Advancement 4 June 2021: Athletics (Str) +1 (1->2) | Carouse +1 (1->2) | Melee (Unarmed) +1 (3->4). Skills 31/42

[Oakie]

Katey Ann Peters, aka Katya Petronovna Orlova *OSIRS Notation Start* File Number: 20-09-77143 Status:Agent, First Class Rank: 2 Band: 08 01-18 Clearance: Restricted *OSIRS Notation End* Katya Petronovna Orlova 767A94-7 Base of Operations London Species Human Female Description That Sweet "Third Eye Spy" Girl Next Door Age 26 Rad. Dose 0 Physical Characteristics   STRength 7 DEXterity 6 ENDurance 7 INTellect 10 EDUcation 9 SOCial 4 PSI 7 Dice Modifier Table Ability 0 1-2 3-5 6-8 9-11 12-14 DM -3 -2 -1 0 +1 +2 SKILLS AND TALENTS (EDU + INT) * 3Skill Points MAX /Used: 26/57 Skill (specialty) Rank Admin   Advocate   Animals   Athletics 0 Athletics (STR)   Athletics (DEX)   Athletics (END)   Art   Art ( )   Art ( )   Broker   Carouse 2 Culture 0 Culture (USA) 1 Deception 1 Diplomat   Drive 0 Drive(wheeled)   Electronics 0 Electronics (Comms)   Electronics (Computers)   Electronics (Remote Ops)   Electronics (sensors) 1 Engineer   Engineer ( )   Explosives   Flyer   Flyer(Winged)   Flyer(Rotor)   Gambler   Gunner Gunner(Turret)   Gun Combat 0 Gun Combat (slug) 1 Heavy Weapons   Heavy Weapons ( )   Investigate 2 Language   Language ( )   Leadership   Mechanic   Medic   Melee 0 Melee (Bludgeon) Melee (Blade) Melee (Unarmed) 2 Navigation   Persuade 2 Pilot   Pilot(Small Craft)   Profession 0 Profession (Message therapy) 1 Profession (Therapist) 1 Psi (Telepathy) 4 Psi (Awareness) 0 Recon 1 Science   Science ( )   Seafarer   Stealth   Steward   Streetwise   Survival   Tactics   Tactics ( )   Vacc Suit   Wereform 1 Untrained -3 TALENTS Name Description Psion Psi unlocked Conditions: Shapeshifter   Awareness: Shapeshift. Psi Cost: 2 Provides access to the FULL AWERENESS PSI skill list while in werewolf form. Note: Access Awareness PSI skills but put a 'werewolf spin on them'. Check: See below (Ordinary Control) Werewolf:: V Difficult 12+ Awareness (1d6 x10 min to change) (Good Control) Werewolf:: Difficult 10+ Awareness (1d6 x10 min to change) (Excellent Control) Werewolf:: Difficult 8+ Awareness (1d6 x10 sec to change) (Amazing Control) Werewolf:: Difficult 6+ Awareness (6 sec to change) ALSO, 2 claw/bite attacks per round as a werewolf, but with a bane if she tries two. ATTACK ACTIONS HAND TO HAND AND MELEE WEAPONS Weapon TL Cost Wt Range Damage Type LL Special Unarmed Strike - - - melee 1D6 - - - Claw (Werewolf) - - - melee 2D6 - - - Bite (Werewolf) - - - melee 1D6 - - - Knife 2 10 2 melee 2D6 blade - Blessed RANGED AND HEAVY WEAPONS Weapon TL Cost Wt RoF Range Damage Type LL Special Pistol, 9mm 5 Cr200 750g 1 ranged (pistol) 2D6 P 6 Shotgun, 12g 5 Cr150 3750g 1 ranged (shotgun) 4D6 P 6 * Dragon's Breath 5 CrTBD 3750g 1 ranged (shotgun) 3D6 +3 Target makes a Difficult (10) Dexterity check to avoid being on fire (should this be possible due to the situation). If a character's clothes or hair catch fire, he takes 2D damage immediately. In each subsequent round, the burning character must make another Difficult Dexterity check. Failure means he takes another 2D damage that round. Success means the fire has gone out.Firestarter 6 Blast 10, Range 15   Target makes a Difficult (10) Dexterity check to avoid being on fire (should this be possible due to the situation). If a character's clothes or hair catch fire, he takes 2D damage immediately. In each subsequent round, the burning character must make another Difficult Dexterity check. Failure means he takes another 2D damage that round. Success means the fire has gone out. GEAR Pistol (standard issue) with hollow points, extra pistol cartridge, tactical flashlight, bulletproof vest, cut-tex clothing, 3 stiletto-type vampire stakes, hidden camera with spare memory card, Mossberg w/ 6 buckshot and 2 Dragon's Breath, tactical knife, utility purse/belt, document case/shotgun sheath CHARACTER NOTES Katya's focus is getting people to talk and picking up on their hidden thoughts, feelings, and motivations through observation and ESP. As an added bonus, she can employ her espionage training for everyday spy stuff.

 

A Tragedy, an Opportunity A pretty young woman — a "girl next door" type — sits in the Hoffman Institute waiting room, an open recruitment brochure in her trembling hands. She is quietly crying. A CNN segment from the morning plays over and over in her head: Breaking news from Vienna: an apparent assassination by the Russian government. Doctor Igor Viktorovich Vachkov, professor of neuropsychology at Saint Petersburg State University, was found unresponsive in his hotel room this morning and died later at the hospital. According to forensic medical examiners, his symptoms were consistent with neurological poisons used in recent assassinations of Russian opposition leaders. Toxicology reports are still forthcoming… It makes no sense! she kept thinking to herself. Russian: "Uncle"Dyadya Igor had never been political, never undermined the state or the president. How could they!? She had not been surprised by the text notifying her that an Uber was ready at a coffee shop two blocks away — an Uber she hadn't ordered. She had been surprised when the driver brought her here instead of a safehouse. Nothing about this place or the people seems Russian: "Service," in this case part of the Russian words for Foreign Intelligence Service, a peer to the CIA.Sluzhba. The door opens and a middle-aged, professional-looking man approaches. "Please, join me in private, Miss Orlova," he says. She is startled by the use of her true surname, but her body language does not reveal it. Instead, she nods, wipes her eyes, and composes herself, then stands and follows him, alert for any danger. He guides her to a sterile interview room, only a small table with two opposing chairs. She notes that there is no two-way mirror or obvious cameras. No unusual or distinct sounds or smells. "Please, have a seat," he says, gesturing toward the chairs. She chooses the one opposite the door and sits. "I would offer you a beverage, but I doubt you'd accept it." She nods in affirmation. He sits down and places a tablet and manila envelope on the table. "You've read the brochure?" he says, pointing to the brochure in her hand. She nods. "We'd like you to join our team." "I assume this 'Hoffman Institute' is a front for the CIA? Mr. …?" she says, trying to read his mind but getting … nothing, a wall. Talented? Focus on the basics, then. Body language seems genuine — eyes open but not too open, pupils normal, relaxed orbicularis, relaxed trapezii, relaxed hands — a man without an ulterior agenda and at ease in his environment. Scars on the knuckles, though, a man of action. Wedding band indent on the ring finger. American accent, western Tennessee possibly. "Actually, no, not CIA," he says, ignoring the request for his name. "We're a non-governmental agency – genuinely non-governmental." She looks at him blankly. He picks up the tablet and begins to tap and scroll. "Katya Petronovna Orlova, Yefreitor rank, Foreign Intelligence Service of the Russian Federation," he summarizes aloud. "Born 1995, Saint Petersburg. Birth parents unknown. Adopted by Pytor and Galina Orlova. Parents divorced 2000. Your father emigrated back to Ukraine, and you became estranged. Your mother raised you alone until her death in 2007. Ordinary stuff." He puts the tablet down, folds his hands, breathes deeply, and looks her in the eye. "What caught our interest was your ongoing relationship with Doctor Igor Viktorovich Vachkov. First, you were a child patient of his. Then the state appointed him your guardian when your mother died. "Of course, we know that he was a research assistant to Doctor Leonid Leonidovich Vasiliev, his dissertation advisor, and later worked on the top secret Soviet Bindi Program conducting research into ESP, eugenics, and their military applications. Officially, Bindi was discontinued and ESP research disavowed as a dead end when the Russian Federation came to power. Unofficially, the Bindi Program was continued and renamed Project Zreniye, with Doctor Vachkov as director. "So why would Doctor Vachkov treat you as a child patient? He wasn't a clinical psychologist. Why become your guardian? Why become your advisor when you entered the psychology program at Saint Petersburg State University? We've been keeping tabs on you for many years, Miss Orlova. "After you completed your Diploma of Specialization in 2016 — that's like our master's right? At 21, too. Impressive! — you joined the Foreign Intelligence Service and trained at the Academy of Foreign Intelligence. The Russian acronym for the Foreign Intelligence ServiceSVR moved you around for a couple years, we assume on junior, ad hoc assignments. Then eight months ago, you were hired as a massage therapist by the DC Ritz Carlton under the alias 'Stacy Marie Johnson'. Your first rezidenty assignment?" She nods, impressed at the depth of their intel but continuing to keep her body language neutral. "OK so far. Let me guess at your talents and value to the SVR. You are a success of Project Zreniye in that you have genuine ESP abilities. Yes, we know ESP is real in some cases, even other paranormal abilities. Over your lifetime, Doctor Vachov has studied you, trained you, and overseen your training by others to access and control your psychic abilities. Further, he ensured you got an excellent education. Perhaps he was a father figure as well?" Despite her training, tears begin to well. He clears his own throat. Empathy or faking it? He continues, "As an SVR field agent, your main role is to observe targets, both as a psychologist and a psychic, developing their psychological profiles, befriending them as necessary, and gaining actionable intelligence when possible. Is that about right?" "I will not betray the Motherland!" she says, voice cracking, fighting back tears. With a gesture, he waves away her concern. "Our focus is not political. Generally. We will not debrief you on prior assignments for the SVR. And we would avoid giving you Institute assignments that conflict your loyalties. Here." He slides the manila envelope toward her. Containing herself, Katya opens the envelope and pours the contents onto the table, examining them: Maryland driver's license with her photo and "Katey Ann Peters", US passport, birth certificate, credit card, prepaid debit card, bank debit card, cash, Maryland Licensed Massage Therapist certificate, diplomas and official transcripts from The Community College of Baltimore County for a massage therapy associate's and the University of Maryland for a bachelor's and master's in clinical psychology. In other words, a new identity and enough to start a new life. She slips the items back into the envelope and slides it back to him. He slides it right back at her. "This is our gift, whether you accept our offer or not. We'll also give you a change of clothes and hair, and arrange transport wherever you wish in the USA," he says. "You don't have a future back in Russia, I think." He pauses. She says nothing. A gift? Hard pressure, then soft, eh, she thinks, recognizing his persuasion technique. Still, a new identity... "Here's what I expect will happen if you report back to your handler. You will lose your assignment and be sent to Moscow for months of interrogation about your relationship with Doctor Vachov and whatever you might know related to the reasons he was assassinated. At best, your government career is limited or over. At worst, you'll be killed or face years, even decades in prison for conspiracy or some trumped-up charge. Sound about right?" She nods. "I don't want to go back. I won't betray the Motherland, but I'll never forgive the Service or the government for murdering him," she says, surprising herself with her openness, frankness, and resolution. "OK, so you can take that new identity and start over somewhere in the US as a massage therapist, maybe become a licensed counselor, even go for a doctorate. Get married. Have kids. Why not? Not a bad life. ... Or you can join the Hoffman Institute and apply all your talent, experience, and training toward a mission you'll find personally rewarding and of service to all Humanity." He stands. "Come. Let me show you around, Miss Peters, show you a little of what we do, what we're up against."

 

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Str /7 Dex 6/6 End 7/7 Int 10/10 Edu 9/9 Soc 4/4 Psi 7/7
DMs: 0: -3, 1-2: -2, 3-5: -1, 6-8: +0, 9-11: +1, 12-14: +2, 15+: +3

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[ghostwalking]

DoyleCurry *OSIRS Notation Start* File Number: 21-06-85569 Status: Agent, First Class Rank: 2 Band: 08 01-18 Clearance: Restricted *OSIRS Notation End* Doyle Curry 688A74-0 Base of Operations New York Species Human Description 5'10" and slender with light brown hair and blue eyes. Doyle prefers to dress casually stylish. Age 24 Rad. Dose - Characteristics ... STRength 6 DEXterity 8 ENDurance 8 INTellect A EDUcation 7 SOCial 4 PSI - Dice Modifier Table Ability 0 1-2 3-5 6-8 9-11 12-14 DM -3 -2 -1 0 +1 +2 SKILLS AND TALENTS (EDU + INT) * 3Skill Points MAX /Used: 12/54 Skill (specialty) Rank Admin   Advocate   Alchemy   Animals   Athletics (STR)   Athletics (DEX)   Athletics (END)   Art   Art ( )   Art ( )   Broker   Carouse Weeks: 2/8Training Deception 1 Diplomat   Drive 0 Drive(wheeled)   Electronics 0 Electronics (Comms)   Electronics (Computers)   Electronics (Remote Ops)   Electronics (sensors)   Engineer   Engineer ( )   Explosives   Flyer   Flyer(Winged)   Flyer(Rotor)   Gambler 0 Gunner   Gunner(Turret)   Gun Combat 0 Gun Combat (Slug) 1 Heavy Weapons   Heavy Weapons ( )   Investigate 2 Jack of all Trades   Language 0 Language ( )   Leadership   Mechanic   Medic   Melee 0 Melee (Blade)   Melee (Unarmed)   Navigation   Persuade 3 Pilot   Pilot(Small Craft)   Profession   Profession ()   Recon 3 Science   Science ( )   Sorcery ()   Seafarer   Stealth 1 Steward   Streetwise 1 Survival   Tactics   Tactics ( )   Vacc Suit   Untrained -3 TALENTS Name Description - - ATTACK ACTIONS HAND TO HAND AND MELEE WEAPONS Weapon TL Cost Wt Range Damage Type LL Special Unarmed Strike - - - melee 1D6 - - - Knife 2 10 2 melee 2D6 blade - Blessed RANGED AND HEAVY WEAPONS Weapon TL Cost Wt RoF Range Damage Type LL Special Pistol, 9mm 5 Cr200 750g 1 ranged (pistol) 2D6 P 6 Blessed, Laser Sight Shotgun, 12g 5 Cr150 3750g 1 ranged (shotgun) 4D6 P 6 Ammo (50) 9mm Ammo (Blessed, Silvered) (50) 9mm Ammo (25) 12g 00 Buckshot (Blessed, Silvered) (25) 12g 00 Buckshot (5) 12g Dragons Breath Gear Moonstone Pendant from Zella Holy Water (Blessed) in a "squirt" style jogging bottle Institute Ring Institute GPS Institute ID and Badge Pistol Gear: Tactical Light, Laser Sight, Conceal Holster (inside belt), (3) 15 round magazines (one loaded with special, 2 loaded with regular) Shotgun Gear: Art/Blueprint Tube large enough for the shotgun with a sling NIJ III-A bulletproof vest Cut-Tex Pro similar to Katey, but in more of a business casual. A dark charcoal Harris tweed jacket, cut for sport (for mobility) and with plenty of inside pockets. And dark blue jeans.     PHYSICAL STATISTICS Str 6/6 Dex 8/8 End 8/8 Int A/A Edu 7/7 Soc 4/4 Psi 0/0 DMs: 0: -3, 1-2: -2, 3-5: -1, 6-8: +0, 9-11: +1, 12-14: +2, 15+: +3 Senses: normal Rad. Dose: - Non-Combat: Initiative Result : Current Armor: Combat: Free Actions: Minor Actions: Significant Actions: Reactions:

Character Concept and Roleplay Interview A perceptive, adventurously curious, and generally good-hearted rogue who has learned to live off of his wits despite being slightly socially awkward.   Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth. - Arthur Conan Doyle She was good. Too good. Doyle had come across her kind a couple of times before. If you were to say it out loud, other players would probably just shake their heads and agree that it really did seem like she was reading their minds. But they would mean it metaphorically. He watched her microexpressions as other players acted, and adjusted his play while avoiding hands that she stayed in. It's not like he could hold it against her. He'd do it if he could, right? Sure, it was a stretch. But he couldn't see any other explaination. Whatever it was, telepathy or not, he seemed to have a handle on how to work with people like that around - and wasn't that what really mattered? After an hour, she collected her robust stack chips to go cash out. That's when he noticed them. A man and a woman who had been playing the slot machines near the poker room entrance got up from their chairs and followed her. His curiosity kicked in. They looked like they had been trained, so he knew that they wouldn't try anything inside. That would cause a fuss. Which meant that he had a few minutes while she waited in line at the cashier's cage. Doyle looked at his watch and muttered, "Shoot! The old lady is gonna kill me!" and hurridly racked his winnings into a chip tray. She was zipping her purse closed at the cashier's cage when he got in line. "Hey! You played a good game!" That caught her attention. She looked at him coldly. She probably thinks I'm going to hit on her. Let's hope she recognizes this as professional courtesy. With a wink and a smile, he simply stated, "I think your friends are looking for you," and pointed to the couple loitering by the cash machine. She paled and turned back to the cashier, leaning in close enough to talk to her in quiet tones. After a moment, he heard the cashier say, "Of course, Miss. We can have someone escort you to your car." The couple by the cash machine moved to the entrance of the coffee shop and glared at Doyle. Ok. Maybe that wasn't the smartest thing I've ever done. Doyle meandered through the casino until he was sure everyone involved had left, then slipped into the elevator. He wasn't sure what he had just interrupted but he was pretty sure he wanted to grab his travel bag and move on. He jabbed the button for the twelfth floor and the elevator began to move. Down. Doyle jabbed the twelfth floor button again. The doors slid open on the bottom floor of the parking garage. A pair of athletic men in business casual attire rushed in before he could even swing and pinned Doyle to the back wall of the elevator. As he struggled to slip free, a woman in a charcoal pantsuit stepped into the elevator "Mr Curry, let's talk."

[RoBi]

*OSIRS Notation Start*
File Number: 14-83-28763

Status: Agent, First Class

Rank: 2

Band: 080 01-18

Clearance: Restricted

*OSIRS Notation End*

Aurora Donovan	589A74-0
Base of Operations	Paris
Species	Human
Description	Good intentioned practitioner of the dark arts
Age	29
Rad. Dose	5

Physical Characteristics
STRength	5
DEXterity	8
ENDurance	9
INTellect	10
EDUcation	7
SOCial	4
PSI	-

Dice Modifier Table
Ability	0	1-2	3-5	6-8	9-11	12-14
DM	-3	-2	-1	0	+1	+2

SKILLS AND TALENTS
(EDU + INT) * 3Skill Points MAX /Used: 29/51

Skill (specialty)	Rank
Admin	0
Advocate	2
* Alchemy	1
Animals
Athletics (STR)
Athletics (DEX)	1
Athletics (END)	1
Art	0
Art (Ancient)	1
Art ( )
Broker
Carouse	0
Deception	0
Diplomat	1
Drive	0
Drive(wheeled)	1
* Electronics	0
* Electronics (Comms)	1
* Electronics (Computers)	2
Electronics (Remote Ops)
Electronics (sensors)
Engineer
Engineer ( )
Explosives
Flyer
Flyer(Winged)
Flyer(Rotor)
Gambler
Gunner
Gunner(Turret)
Gun Combat	0
Gun Combat (Slug)	2
Heavy Weapons
Heavy Weapons ( )
Investigate	2
Jack of all Trades
Language	0
Language (Latin)	1
Language (Linguist)	1
Leadership
Mechanic
Medic
Melee	0
Melee (Blade)	1
Melee (Unarmed)	0
Navigation
* Persuade	1
Pilot
Pilot(Small Craft)
Profession
Profession (Linguist)	2
Recon
Science
Science ()
Sorcery (Grey Circle)	2
Sorcery (White Circle)	1
Seafarer
Stealth	0
Steward
* Streetwise	1
Survival
* Tactics	0
Tactics ( )
Vacc Suit
Untrained	-3

* Mephistopheles
TALENTS

Name	Description
Cryptography	+1 to checks when performing, Access to Operator, Utility (Dataware)
Hacking I Access to Shadow Form 1, Hacking Programs (Dataware)
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ATTACK ACTIONS

HAND TO HAND AND MELEE WEAPONS

Weapon	TL	Cost	Wgt	Range	Damage	Type	LL
Unarmed Strike	—	—	—	melee (close quarters)	1D6	—

RANGED AND HEAVY WEAPONS

Weapon	TL	Cost	Wgt	Range	Damage	Type	LL
Revolver	4	Cr150	900g	1	ranged (pistol)	2D6	P

GEAR
Leather Coat, Pistol (standard issue), shotgun (standard issue)
Hoffman Ring (IDEN), HI Secure Phone , Crusader's Sword
Laptop, GRIDcaster

 

PHYSICAL STATISTICS
Str 5/5 Dex 8/8 End 9/9 Int 10/10 Edu 7/7 Soc 4/4 Psi 0/0
DMs: 0: -3, 1-2: -2, 3-5: -1, 6-8: +0, 9-11: +1, 12-14: +2, 15+: +3

Senses: normal
Rad. Dose: -

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- Aurora Donovan
- Technophobia Aurora will refuse to posses or use anything computerized more advanced then a simple calculator.
- Aurora became familiar with the Hoffmann Institute and the dark arts at the age of 13. She was a captive of a Demonic techno cult, and was rescued by a team from the Hoffmann Institute. After that she became obsessed with the dark arts and joining the Hoffmann Institute and making a difference. Her drive led her to graduate high school two years early. She attended college as soon as possible. She majored in History focusing intently of Medieval Europe. Aurora while seemingly well accomplished, really could not have cared less for her education. In reality she used her time in college to double down on her experimentation with the dark arts. She honestly believes that the best way to defeat the evil is to fight fire with fire.

 

Aurora looked over the latest report to hit her desk. The report went over the findings from Institute’s Internal Affairs Department. The subject of the report was in part Aurora and also a brass spinning top artifact. Aurora had been involved in the artifact’s most recent processing. She merely cleared and prepared it to be sent to the Archive's Oracle for inspection. However, at some point on its way to the Oracle the artifact disappeared without a trace. Much to her relief the report had determined that the disappearance of the artifact was the result of some yet unknown magic and was not the result of negligence on Aurora’s part. She had been on thin ice since Milwaukee and could not afford for the Institute to have another reason to doubt her or her abilities. She threw the report on top of a heap of papers that sat at the corner of her desk and sighed.

She leaned back in her chair and began to rub the bridge of her nose when a man cleared his throat. Aurora Looked up to see a man late 50s with unkempt hair that was just beginning to grey at the edges. He wore a tan trench coat and walked with s slight limp. He was leaning against a pillar adjacent to her deck with his arm folded across his chest. Still no office? Aurora did her best to hide a smile. It had been a while since she had seen him, and despite his role in her current situation, she was always glad when he stopped by. They wouldn’t want me to start liking it here. So, I sit in the corner of a dusty warehouse pushing papers.

Joshua continued to make small talk for a few more minutes, before being cut off by Aurora. What are you doing here Joshua? Joshua cleared his throat again briefly looked down at the floor. Where’s the Imp Aurora? Aurora’s eyes narrowed and her voice became more than a little annoyed. I wasn’t aware it had been a year already.

It hasn’t, something has come up…. Aurora you’re supposed to be watching the Imp. The Institute doesn’t want another Milwaukee

Aurora gave an annoyed sigh That was an accident we’ve done this so many times it’s become bothersome at this point. Meph is perfectly harmless. He went to get lunch and should be back soon. If this isn’t our yearly send my best friend away counseling session, I need you to tell me why you are here or leave.

Joshua pulled a file folder out of his trench coat and tossed it onto Aurora’s desk. We need you in the field on this one. Just you. Joshua turned and began to walk away before slowly coming to a stop and looking over his shoulder You know what you have to do right? I’ll stop by your place tomorrow morning for your decision Without another word from either of them he walked away.

Aurora flipped open the file and began reading. Before too long Meph returned with a bag of food and two large iced coffees. He was wearing his typical disguise a hooded sweatshirt, ball cap and dark sunglasses. Since he was in the Institute his hood was down and the sunglasses were hanging from the collar of the sweatshirt. I saw Joshua on the way out. Has it been a year already? That little **** trying to talk you into getting rid of me again.

Meph stop it Aurora scolded He is like my work dad he just wants what he thinks is best for me. Meph took off his sweatshirt and loudly slurped his ice coffee. Sounds to me like you’re defending the dweeb. Instead of siding with your friend. attempting to change the subject Aurora held up the file Joshua had left. It’s not like that at all Meph; he asked me to consult on a case. Meph pulled up a stool so he could read over Aurora’s shoulder. He continued to loudly slurp his coffee. Vampires?.... cool!

It was late as Aurora stepped out onto her balcony and lit a cigarette. The red-hot end of it glowed in the night as Aurora took a long drag as she surveyed the city. The view was unremarkable most of the time, but on a clear day if you squinted, craned your head just right and peered between two specific apartment buildings you could see the Eiffel Tower. Not that the view mattered. Aurora was out here to collect her thoughts not to take in the cityscape. She had been working hard on a spell since she got home. Meph was in his room playing computer games or whatever it was he did in there most nights after work. Aurora honestly didn’t know; she never went in his room. She claimed it was because she respected his privacy but in truth Meph's room was filled to the brim with all manner of computers and various other pieces of tech that made Aurora very uncomfortable. Technology scared her and had since she was a child. Aurora took one last drag on her cigarette before putting it out on the balcony railing and flicking it into a bucket of cigarette butts.

As she stepped inside, she called out Meph, we need to talk. From the depths of his room Meph called back Give me 5 minutes. Aurora positioned her self on the far side of the living room directly across from Meph’s room. She swallowed hard as the door opened and Meph flew out. He was in the middle of the room before he noticed something was odd. Aurora what’s going on? Aurora choked on her words and said nothing. Meph tried to flee but before he could make it to the balcony and out into the street he was throw back into the center of the room by a powerful warding circle. Aurora! Please don’t do this! We’re friends. Is this still about Milwaukee? That was an accident, you were there! Please! Tears were free flowing down Aurora cheeks as she peered into Meph’s panicked face. I know Meph. I know it was. I can’t stay in the archive forever. I’m so sorry. Meph held his head high in the air. Alright then do it. Just know that you made me better than I was, and I will never forget this. Not for eternity Aurora couldn’t tell if that Meph was thanking her or threatening her but at this point it didn’t matter. The spell had proceeded past the point of no return. With as much confidence as she could muster Aurora repeated the final words of power needed to complete the spell. Mephistopheles creature of the void! I Aurora Donovan banish you. Go back to the void and never return! The look of contempt on Meph’s face was enough to crush Aurora’s soul, He didn’t have to say anything else Aurora would never forget that she had betrayed her friend.

As the spell roared to completion the look of contempt quickly contorted to one of pain until Meph could no longer hold his tongue. He began to scream as his body began to fold in on itself as if it were imploding. Aurora felt this pain too. She and Meph were bound together after all and binding spell she had cast a half a decade ago was permanent and strong. Aurora also began to scream. The pain was unbearable. She clutched her side where Meph’s binding circle had been tattooed so many years ago. It was hot and sicky. She pulled up her hand to examine it. It was covered in her blood. Her vision went fuzzy the room began to spin and she passed out as her and Meph still screamed. Meph’s body quickly pulled completely in on itself until it resembled a small sphere on meat and bones about the size of a baseball. Then it disappeared with a flash of light and a puff on smoke. All that remained was the smell of ozone like after a heavy lightening storm and the feint hint of brimstone.

The next morning Aurora was awakened by Joshua shaking her and the sound of him praying for her wellbeing. She, however, knew that it was a spell to help restore her health. She felt like she was hungover and had also been hit by a truck. Aurora you shouldn’t have banished the Imp alone. It could have gone very bad. I could have been here for you to help keep you safe. Aurora struggled to sit. No Joshua, if you had been here, it would have gone very badly. This was the only way. Joshua grimaced at her words. You need to stop thinking you can do everything alone. It’s foolhardy and dangerous. You are like a daughter to me. I don’t know what I would do if you got hurt or worse. Aurora stopped struggling to sit up. A wave of nausea over came her and she laid her head in Joshua’s lap instead. She let out a soft chuckle and said You worry too much Dad. Joshua let out a sort.


Several hours had passed since Aurora had come too. She was now laying on her couch with a cup of hot tea resting on her stomach. Joshua had managed to clean up after the banishing spell already and was milling about in the kitchen. I have to go. There’s other Institute business I need to attend to. I’ll let the higher ups know that you are ready for the field again. Expect a reassignment in a day or two. As Joshua closed the door as he left Aurora got up and rushed to the bathroom to vomit.