[Characters] Delta Green Friendlies

[Begon Ugo]

Character Creation: Roll or assign stats? Why not do both? My main interest in DMing is to create an amazing story. Dice are secondary. I propose that you can roll for your stats... its always fun to do so. If, however, the rolls are horrible, feel free to revert to assigning stats. Rolling: For each stat roll 4D6, drop the lowest of the four dice, and add up the other three. Place the six rolls in whichever stats you like. Assigning: Divide 72 points among the six stats however you like, or pick one of the sets from page 19 and assign each score to one stat.   Please place your application and link to character sheet in this thread when you are done.

[Aethera]

Dossier: Dobson, Barbara ("Babs") -- "Agent Joyce" CONFIDENTIAL – DELTA EYES ONLY Background check – career outline. DOB: September 13, 1941 (age 59.5) Place of birth: Wythenshawe, Manchester, UK Name at birth: Joy Wilkinson (closed adoption) Birth father believed to be James Wilkinson, RAF pilot (RAF Ringway), status unknown. Birth mother believed to be Mary Wilkinson, housewife/nurse volunteer, status unknown. (Adopted) Father’s occupation: Electrical engineer/construction, retired. (Adopted) Mother’s occupation: housewife/homemaker, retired. (Adopted) Siblings: Thomas Friedman, Kenneth Friedman, Joan (Friedman) Caruthers, Michael Friedman, Christine Friedman Husband's occupation: part-time Training Sergeant, Maryland State Police (Pikesville, MD), formerly of MD State Police Missing Persons, Statewide Apprehension, and Homicide Children: James Dobson, Teresa Dobson-Arnold, Daniel Dobson Education: B.S. in Elementary Education, Coppin State University (Baltimore, MD) Work: part-time Librarian, Pikesville Branch of Baltimore County Public Library (unofficial) Consulting Researcher/Detective, MD State Police Agent's Notes: After initial confusion as to why Mrs. Dobson was indicated, depth of her community service witnessed, not least with the State Police (incidentally a block away from her part-time occupation at the library). Somehow she has become one of their go-to researchers, and has access to the Headquarters at a surprising level for a civilian. She appears to know most of the headquarters by name, along with enough about them to ask about their families. Dobson witnessed bringing large trays of muffins and other pastries entering the building, and spending three hours inside. (Note: Mr. Jonah Dobson went through the Academy with actual 2001 head of Maryland State PoliceColonel Mitchell, and has trained more than half of the officers at the Pikesville location.)

[wodine]

Dossier Agent Jules Book Jacket Author Photo Background check – career outline. Name: Theodore (Teddy) Proctor DoB: September 12, 1970 Place of birth: Salem, Massachusetts Father’s occupation: Manager, The Salem Inn Mother’s occupation: Librarian, Salem Library Siblings: Joann (Proctor) Sullivan, Liam Proctor Education: B.A. English, Tufts University, 1992 Master of Liberal Arts (ALM) in Extension Studies, Field: Creative Writing and Literature, Harvard, 1995 Work: Media Specialist and Author Contractor, Department of the Interior; TS Clearance Selected Works: Heirlooms in the Corn Field In 1798 the Whatly family finds a strange sigil in their corn field, they think nothing of it until strange and fascinating events begin to take place all around them. Blessed with a bountiful crop the Whatly family prospers and grows until the 100th anniversary of the sigil. The deal done; the strange forces that once blessed the family begin collecting their debt. When 3 children go missing from the nearby town PI George Samuelson is sent to investigate. Depths of Circumstance The year is 1915. World War 1 rages in Europe, but the Great War has yet to hit home in the States. The steamship SS Oseburg is just a few days out from port slowly making its way to Boston, Massachusetts. Its unsuspecting passengers anticipated a calm journey; however, eerie and mystifying nightmares plague the people aboard; rumors circulate of dark shapes hidden in the water behind the ship just beneath the waves; and tensions rise when a body is discovered in the ship's chapel, remnants of a strange ritual littered around the corpse. Ctrl Alt Del Something is in the internet, and its hungry. It all started as an Urban Legend. A video circulating around the usual dark internet sites that specialize in the weird, creepy, and bizarre – but when a group of college freshmen watch the video in the dormitory, they each begin disappearing one by one. Fred Chamberlain, a security guard on campus, was the first to find a body. It wasn’t one of the missing students, it was a professor of computer science, his eyes plucked from his head and a strange message blinked on his computer screen: स्वातन्य On Thin Ice Some things are better left forgotten. When a group of archaeologists find what appears to be the remains of a massive, undiscovered dinosaur frozen in the ice of the Arctic, they begin the arduous process of recovering the fossils. When they begin to chip away at the ice, they find that there are other things hidden within, dark shadows which haunt the minds of those involved, eventually driving one of them to murder. Agent’s notes: Specialist in Plausible Deniability and Psychological Operations Writing sample: Teddy sipped the brandy at his side as he starred at the blinking icon on the screen in front of him. The fruity subtlety of the liquor played on his tongue, as notes of oak came and went. A stack of Manila folders sat sprawled out on the desk. The photos and papers within were incomplete, redacted, marked Top Secret; Do Not Disseminate. The information contained in the documents was hard, nigh impossible to believe – but it wasn’t Teddy’s job to understand it or to rationalize it. It was to take a tiny granule of the truth and turn it into a best selling a novel. A novel that would slowly seep into pop culture, maybe even get a movie deal. It had to be popular enough that if someone stumbled upon the truth they would be ridiculed and laughed at. For example, if someone reported a child killing clown living in the sewers, they’d be accused of reading It a few too many times. That’s the point. Hide the truth in plain sight. Teddy took another drink and thought about one of the classes he took at Tufts – Turn of the Century American Literature. The professor had specialized in Mark Twain. “Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; Truth isn't.” The secrets hidden away by the Department of the Interior were haunting and left the world in a state of implausibility. Monsters from folklore, occult terrors, and the secrets buried and lost by long lost civilizations and forgotten continents better left to the dead. Things society wasn’t ready to handle, things society had to be protected from – and that was Teddy’s job. To investigate these secrets, find a tiny bit of digestible truth in it and serve it to society as a gluttonous meal. Click Click Click The key’s began to click and clack and a new idea began to take form; Whistles on the Wind – a story about the beasts that stalk the forests of Appalachia.

 

[Grouchy]

Field report – Kemeny, Stephen I., SFC, USA CONFIDENTIAL – DELTA EYES ONLY Background check – career outline. Rough Character Sheet DOB: December 1, 1973 Place of Birth: Henderson, LA Father’s Occupation: Crawfisher and Owner of Kemeny Bait & Tackle Shop Mother’s Occupation: Kindergarten Teacher, Breaux Bridge Primary School Siblings: Alexander (older brother - Lafayette PD), Cecelia (younger sister - in her senior year at Louisiana State University for computer science). Education: High school graduate, Breaux Bridge High School. Went directly into the United States Army after graduating. Work Summary: Enlisted in the United States Army in June 1991, attended basic training and infantry training at Fort Benning, GA. Tested for and was selected for Ranger school, completed Airborne school, and then joined 3rd Bn/75th Ranger Regiment in January 1992. Deployed to Somalia as part of Operation Gothic Serpent in 1993 and was boots on the ground during the Battle of Mogadishu. 1st Bn/75th Ranger Regiment during Operation Uphold Democracy in Haiti to March 1995. 2nd Bn/75th Ranger Regiment as squad leader, then in October 1997 joined the Airborne and Ranger Training Brigade as cadre to select and train future Rangers. As of October 2000, he is the platoon sergeant for A Plt, 1st Bn/75th Ranger Regiment. Awards include Silver Star with "V" (valor) device, Purple Heart, Bronze Star, Army Commendation Medal, Army Achievement Medal, Army Valorous Unit Award, Good Conduct Medal, Overseas Service Award with two stars, Expert Infantryman Badge, Combat Infantryman Badge, Master Parachutist Insignia, Rifle Expert, Pistol Expert. How would Delta Green assess you.Agent’s notes: Highly decorated and trained Army Ranger with combat experience. High level of self discipline and physical fitness. A decade of serving in direct action special operations makes him a bit rough around the edges but he is a consummate professional at his work and immensely loyal to the United States Army and the United States of America. Status - Friendly. September 1995 - During night maneuvers in rural Washington near the Canadian border, Kemeny's platoon observed what appeared to be a meteorite land in a nearby field. Kemeny's platoon leader took his troops to investigate it, and wanted to enter the pit to see the strange glowing rock for himself. Kemeny and the other team leaders protested, but they were overruled by the higher ranking soldier - instead they were told to form security around the pit while the curious sergeant climbed down. Kemeny watched in horror as the soldier touched the strange glowing rock who promptly exploded like a water balloon full of spaghetti sauce. The troops were shocked and wanted to run, but Kemeny knew they had to secure this and get someone to take custody of this dangerous item. Kemeny radioed in their position and used a key word that sounded as if they were taking to ground for the night, but really indicated to command that they had found something of national interest. For a few hours they held their position until a black Jeep and a black armored truck made their way to their position. Wordlessly, men in hazmat suits exited the truck and using strange mechanical devices and a titanium box managed to retrieve the rock, which was promptly loaded up and driven out of there. The driver of the Jeep, a stern looking black man with wire rim glasses who introduced himself as "Mr. Green", commended the young Specialist Kemeny for his foresight and caution, saying that his company could use a man like him someday. Writing Sample:   Dozens of men stood in their PT gear, arms behind their backs, heads freshly shaved, sweat trickling down their foreheads in the early Georgia heat. It was hot already, and it was only going to get hotter. And Kemeny wasn't talking about the temperature. As he paced in front of the first rank of potential Rangers, his arms crossed behind his back, Kemeny says nothing at first. He only glares at each one individually from underneath his black ballcap signifying that he is a Ranger cadre. What the soldiers don't know is each instructor has their role to play in this selection course. Kemeny enjoys his in particular. He is the heavy - his job is to push these men to their breaking point and beyond, to see where their true character lies. Every man here is fit and strong - if that's all it took to be a Ranger, they wouldn't even need a selection course. But Kemeny knows this isn't enough - he needs to see these men at their weakest, to see if they will keep doing the right thing even when exhausted and hungry and tired and wet. To keep working together as a team when things got downright uncomfortable. Because that's what combat will be, and these men will be fighting alongside Kemeny someday. He needs to make sure they measure up. "Gentlemen!" he booms out loud in his Louisiana drawl, "Mah name is Staff Sergeant Kemeny. Welcome to Day 1 of the Ranger Indoctrination Program. I will be the primary instructor of this morning's evolution. Squad leader!" "Yes, Cadre!" shouts the young soldier from the first rank, newly appointed by the previous sergeant who had just introduced himself. "What's yah total count?" he asks, not taking his eyes off of the scared looking young soldier in the second rank, knowing full well he is intimidating him. "54, Cadre!" shouts the young man, announcing the total count of troops in front of Kemeny. "54 potential Rangers here today. Well, I got news for yah - not all of yah are gonna be Rangers. By my count, probably not even half of yahs. Who all thinks that they're going to become a Ranger here?" A thunderous boom of "HOOAH, CADRE!" by all the soldiers in formation state that they all believe they will pass the training. For the first time, Kemeny smiles. And it is not a nice one. "We're gonna see about that here today. Yah see, there's 54 of you, but I only have bunks for 45. Which means 9 of yah aren't going to be hitting the rack with us tonight. And since every single one of yah seems convinced they're going to pass, well, we may need a bit of a... screening process." Calling them to attention, he then shouts "ON YAH BACKS!", watching as each soldier immediately hits the deck and lies on their back. "FEET SIX INCHES OFF THE GROUND!" he barks again, and every soldier tucks their hands behind their back as they raise their feet six inches off the ground. "Now here's how this here process is gonna work," says Kemeny in a loud and authoritative tone, walking around the troops to ensure they are keeping their feet in the air and seemingly oblivious to those already straining to hold the position as he slowly walks around them. "Let's keep it simple for yah, because I like simple. Yah'll are gonna do flutter kicks at my count. If I see yah feet touch the ground, yah Ranger career has ended before it begun. Do I make myself clear?" "YES, CADRE!" shout the troops, although a little less loudly than before. Some of them are already straining, Kemeny thinks to himself. Let's see how dedicated they truly are to the task at hand. "Stand by!" Kemeny shouts, then he begins the cadence. "1! 2! 3!" and letting the soldiers yell out the count of each repetition. As he stalks around, he keeps a sharp eye out for slackers and those who can't keep up. Any violators, he simply points at them and another Ranger cadre swoops in to give them some special attention. Now truly smiling for the first time, Kemeny is curious to see how many will last. (Later) Knocking on the door, Kemeny hears the permission to enter and he reports to the company commander of this training cycle. "Good morning Sergeant," says the hard looking Major with thick rimmed glasses. "How did the morning's evolution go?" "Good morning, sah!" says Kemeny with a smile on his face. "We got our 9. Took almost 600 flutter kicks to get 'em, tough group out there. Schueler, Johnson and I then took them for a good run and made them hit the pull up bar hot and heavy for a while before chow. Provided no injuries, 45 should be ready for the first school house training." "Good work, Sergeant!" says the Major with a wide smile. "I'll let you have another crack at them after the classroom work. I'm sure a few of them will be bobbing heads in there once the slideshow gets going. Some corrective action after will be needed." With a devious grin, Kemeny snaps out a crisp salute and replies "Absolutely, sah! I'll make sure they stay more focused for the next one."

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[fuerdrake]

Field report – Dr. Jonathan S. McCloud, USA Agent Jeffery CONFIDENTIAL – DELTA EYES ONLY Background check – career outline. Character Sheet DOB: September 23, 1965 Place of Birth: Ardmore, PA Father’s Occupation: Lt. Colonel, US Army Mother’s Occupation: Attorney Siblings: None Education: 1986 - BS Computer Science, Carnegie Mellon; 1990 - PhD Computer Science, Northwestern; 1988 - Semester abroad LIFMO (now ITMO) University, Leningrad, Russia Work Summary: Before graduation, Jonathan McCloud was courted by a US startups and the NSA. Dr. McCloud chose the NSA, and still works for them. A classmate, Dr. Richard Reed was also recruited. Agent’s notes: NSA runs a tighter ship than even the CIA, so we have only limited information regarding the various projects Dr. McCloud and Dr. Reed have worked on. We have reason to believe Dr. McCloud encountered an Entity which posed as a sentient code. This seems to be a new development for Entities