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Name: Gonzalo Escarra
Alias: Hakim Najjar (Central Asia)
Raymundo “Ray” Santana (Latin America)

Age/DOB: 33/01MAY1987

Gender: Male

Appearance:
Ht/Wt: 5’10”/200lbs

Speaks in a voice of middling tone, not too deep, not too high. When among others of Latino descent, he may code-switch and speak with more of an accent versus when he is speaking in a professional capacity to peers.

Keeps his hair longer than most are authorized in the military, being on the Army’s special roster has its perks. His face is ambiguous enough to lend him the ability to blend in anywhere from Latin America to Central Asia. Gaunt cheeks, a prominent nose, and angular features lend him a sort of ambiguity among the peoples who have darker skin. As such, Central America and Asia, as well as parts of Europe, are his areas of expertise. He has served in several hotspots in these areas, and has accrued habits and mannerisms from those places into his own.

His build is athletic, but with no wasted bulk on his 5’10” frame. He usually wears clothing to fit him in ways to hide his athleticism and blend into the populace around him.

Profession: Sergeant First Class (SFC) - E-9
US Army Intelligence Support Activity - Ground Squadron

Education: High School Diploma
Master of Science, Cybersecurity

Psych Eval/Personal Info: Gonzalo grew up poor in San Jose, inside one of many barrios across the west coast and southwest of the US. With this, he had been involved somewhat in the street life, his mother finding her money in low-paying jobs and making up for the rest of their profits with peddling illicit substances for the local Sureño gang. It wasn’t long before he was approached, but his staunch refusal to do work for the gangs in the area was not mirrored by his younger brother.

He needed to escape this life, and when recruiters came to his school for any future recruits, he jumped on the opportunity. Sports or music, or drug dealing, wasn’t a dependable path out of poverty. Maybe the Army would be. As he’d hoped, when he turned 18, the Army made good on its promise to take him far away from his barrio. He’d had good grades in school, and was able to score high enough in the right areas of the ASVAB to ensure him a slot as a SIGINT Analyst, analyzing and disseminating things like radio signals to offer up a piece of intelligence packet to DoD customers.

Farther along in his career, he’d been recruited into the NSA-led Central Security Service as part of Army INSCOM. He would later be approached by senior individuals to volunteer for Selection with a little known SMU that was recruiting anyone from INSCOM and SOCOM who showed promise. After being one of the last left in his class, he was chosen from the few who’d made it through to be part of the new generation of the US Army’s Intelligence Support Activity.

As part of JSOC’s premier intelligence gathering unit, he found himself in almost every theater in Central Asia and Latin America. It would be after an operation in Syria that he would be recruited by yet another shadowy organization by a man named Joseph Blaine. He assumes this is just another Special Access Program dealing with terrorism, but he remains unsure if all of this could be that simple.



Bonds: Wife? Kids? Ma and Pa? Best Friend? any and all go here. These count as Bonds and can be invoked when failing a WP roll. No more than 5

His brother, Giovanni, 25. Involved in the Sureño street gang in San Jose, he is now serving a sentence in San Quentin for the murder of his step-brother and his step-father. He has since began trying to distance himself from his gang, but is afraid that he may be harmed if he tries to cut off his ties. Gonzalo knows it’s blood in, and blood out.

His sister, Andrea, 16. After their mother was beaten to death by her most recent boyfriend, and Giovanni was sentenced to time in prison for the revenge killings of their step-brother and step-father, she found herself on the streets for some time before becoming involved with the church.

His spouse, Cindy Aquino. Their marriage has been rocky since his career with the Army deepened. More secrets kept from her, and less days spent together. She’s beginning to think his passion for his work is overshadowing her.

His best friend, Ayanda, 30. Another member of the ISA who's been on his team and worked as his partner in small two-man teams since 2017. A first generation immigrant from South Africa, with roots in the Zulu tribe.

Motivations: Doing what’s right for America, the Army, the US Intelligence Community, and the Activity
Protect his country from any and all who would corrupt or harm it
Doing a job no one else can do, because no one else should have to

Fears: The fear that everything he’s done has been in bad faith. The fear that the bureaucracy that he’s sworn to would only serve to deceive the people, and use him as their tool.

The fear that nothing he does will be enough to stop those who would harm America from doing so. That despite all his training, all his effort, every victory, that defeat is inevitable.

The fear that no one else can, or should have to, do the things he’s done. Everything he does is to ensure a better future free of those who would hurt the innocent. When his time comes, will he have done enough?

(73 points to spread out within these attributes)

HIT POINTS: STR+STAM+DEX (40)
STRENGTH: 13
DEXTERITY: 14
STAMINA: 13
BUREAUCRACY: 2 (Cap is 5, for exceptionally wealthy characters, which are rare. In this economy?)
INTELLIGENCE: 15
WILLPOWER: 16
SAN/BREAKING POINT: SAN=WPx5/BREAKING POINT=SAN-WP
80/64
POWER: WPx5

>> Sample Distinguishing Features
Strength - 3-4 (Feeble) 5-8 (Weak) 9-12 (Average) 13-16 (Muscular) 17-18 (Huge)

Dexterity - 3-4 (Barely Mobile) 5-8 (Clumsy) 9-12 (Average) 13-16 (Nimble) 17-18 (Acrobatic)

Stamina - 3-4 (Bedridden) 5-8 (Sickly) 9-12 (Average) 13-16 (Perfect Health) 17-18 (Tireless)

Intelligence - 3-4 (Fuckin’ Stoopid) 5-8 (Slow) 9-12 (Average) 13-16 (Perceptive) 17-18 (Brilliant)

Willpower - 3-4 (Spineless) 5-8 (Nervous) 9-12 (Average) 13-16 (Strong-Willed) 17-18 (Indomitable)

Skills: (Either choose from the sample professions found at the bottom of the Doc, in the Agent’s Handbook or The Complex sourcebook, or freely choose from the list below the Character Sheet to fill out the skill tiers)
Gifted(70-80): 3 skills
Criminology 70 | Spycraft 70 | Breaking-and-Entering 70 | SIGINT 75
Adept(50-69): 4 skills
Awareness 68 | Marksmanship 64 | HUMINT 58 | Search 50
Average(30-49): 4 skills
First Aid 35 | Subterfuge 46 | Hand to Hand 40 | Tactical Driving 45
Novice(10-29): 5 skills
Craft-Microelectronics 28 | Artillery 24 | Milsci-Air 24 | MilSci-Land 25 | MilSci-Sea 24

(After placing skills in the appropriate tier/point range, the DM will roll a d20 for each skill in tiers below Gifted, disregarding any actual resultant 20s. Resulting numbers are added to the score, not to exceed any Tier thresholds this time around.

You will also get 6 points to allot to 5 of whatever skills you want to improve, adjusting tiers accordingly. THIS DOES NOT APPLY TO GIFTED TIER.

Any skill slot left empty by lack of skill, or upgrading of a skill, gets a free slot for any skill THAT MAKES SENSE FOR THE CHARACTER/THEIR PROFESSION

The only exception is legacy characters, who may have only ONE skill above 80)

Languages: If applicable
50 = Fluent (Spanish)
40 = Semi-Fluent (Arabic)
30 = Rudimentary (Persian)

Special Training:
Black Markets - Drug Culture (INT)
Black Markets - Weapons Dealing (INT)
Military Freefall HALO/HAHO Qualified (DEX)
Combat Diver Qualified (STAM)

(Example: Black Markets - Drug Culture (INT), Military Freefall HALO/HAHO (DEX), Military K9 (INT) these are special facets of assignable skills, or fields of knowledge not typically found among professional peers)

Weaknesses: Viewing his work as that of a crusader, an endless war in which he beats back the darkness of man in hopes that his countrymen can sleep peacefully at night. As such, he can be daring, and borderline reckless in the pursuit of victory. This has led to many close calls.

ADAPTATIONS: (These are adaptations to trauma. For any SAN roll that succeeds against these two types of trauma results in you adding an X in either Violence or Helplessness. 4 Xs result in gaining an Adaptation, and a mental disorder, like PTSD for instance.)
Violence: XX
Helplessness: XX

Off-Duty Clothing/Equipment: Because you're not going to be walking around in door-kicking gear all day, every day on a clandestine op.
Clothing: Plain clothes befitting his locale
Weapons: Concealable weapons, situation permitting
Tools/Equipment: Go-Bag(Extra magazines, two IFAKs, flashlight, chemlights, pepper spray, tools for technical surveillance, lockpicks and lockpicking gun, a few thumb drives pre-loaded with malware for installing back doors into computer systems, a multitool, burner phones, clamshell and key blanks, nitrile gloves, sunglasses, ski mask, as well as surgical masks, Bic lighters, trusty zippo lighter, notepad and pen, digital camera with an assortment of lenses, radio frequency code grabber, bug/camera detector, audio jammer)

Operational Clothing/Equipment: Nothing that would remove all doubt that you are part of the US military/Law Enforcement/Intelligence Community. NATO weaponry is fine, but not required.
Clothing: Either full battle rattle with plate carrier and Crye apparel, or plain civilian clothes befitting the locale depending on the mission at hand.
Weapons: Usually something very concealable, either a handgun or PDW. He keeps a SIG MCX on standby loaded with accessories befitting an operator.
Tools/Equipment: Go-Bag(Extra magazines, two IFAKs, flashlight, chemlights, pepper spray, tools for technical surveillance, lockpicks and lockpicking gun, a few thumb drives pre-loaded with malware for installing back doors into computer systems, a multitool, burner phones, clamshell and key blanks, nitrile gloves, sunglasses, ski mask, as well as surgical masks, Bic lighters, trusty zippo lighter, notepad and pen, digital camera with an assortment of lenses, radio frequency code grabber, bug/camera detector, audio jammer)

Name: Raymond Young

Age/DOB: 04/12/98 | 21

Gender: Male

Appearance: 5'10/179cm, 70kg/155lbs dark brown eyes, red hair (typically, grown out long but styled for compactness and neatness in a ponytail). He is quite pale, his face covered in quite the scattering of freckles that neatly cease their incidence about where glasses could appear. Often, he will be of a pink tint as even the mightiest of sunscreen struggles to protect him (not to speak to careless time spent in the Texan sun). His body is clear of any tattoos, scars, or other such distinguishing features. His nose is somewhat flat relative to an otherwise angular face, having failed to heal completely following being broken in a fight in childhood.

Profession: ICE Homeland Security Investigations, Domestic Operations, Laredo Office.

Education: Double degree in Computer Science, Physics, with Honours from the University of Texas at Austin. Completed cybersecurity internship and apprenticeship program of the DHS.

Psych Eval/Personal Info:

Raymond Abraham Young was born in the late 90s in Laredo to a family of Texan Mormons. Claiming distant descent from Brigham Young and with pa owning oil-bearing property, Raymond was born into very considerable wealth and privilege. However, outside of private schooling, Ray had very little in the way of fruits to enjoy from this. With his parents oft missing on business he was effectively raising himself for much of his childhood, a fact that gave him a strong value in independence, particularly when in elementary schooling his life was a matter that lead to him being the victim of bullying. It was in the sixth grade that he made his first true friend, and it was that same year that he lost him. It was quick and brief, little Ron being just an unintended casualty of a driveby shooting from a turf of drug runners across the border. From that day on, solitude was something that Ray quite found he preferred and retroactively appreciated. Nonetheless, a desire to somehow prevent such loss made him say at dinner: "Mom, I want to be a police man." Though he'd never admit or display this to prevent employment, the incident gave him a dislike for Mexicans; this has been difficult for him to rationalize to this day as many of his trusted coworkers are such, as are some members of his Temple.

High school was far better, a time for networking and the start of sliding into the professional future that Raymond dreamed of at the behest of family without having to form particularly personal connections. Still reeling from the incident in elementary school, Raymond remained a youth quite wary of being integrated into society in a meaningful way.

Mother and father wanted him to work in the oil field like them, or in security with crime becoming ever more common on their property ever so close to the border. Yet, his one little act of rebellion was looking to the future. To familial disdain, Raymond wanted to go into the world of computers, one of the solaces he had as a child. This was a time that he grew much closer to his faith, for where his immediate family disparaged all the studies in computers he took, the Clergy of the LDS encouraged him and indeed provided him the connections to cruise through internship with the DHS that at last placated his parents to some degree. While as a mere child he struggled to take his clan's religion seriously as he lacked the higher thought and introspection to truly fathom it, from his teenage years onwards Mormonism was critical to him in both providing spiritual solace he found secular sources couldn't provide while also giving community that he wasn't nearly as afraid of losing.

University was an even better time for him, where at last the world began to make some sense as studying far from home he had the world unto himself. His relative lack of friends from the past was if anything seen as a blessing by him, as there were far less distractions to studying eleven hours most days. At the same time, it was a period in which he began to grow weary of the world around him. The veneer of much of what he believed about the government began to fray. As he learned more of American intelligence and security apparatus, and of history he began to have doubts about his future working for the government. How could he fight for those that so gladly tried to exterminate his people several times through history? Learning of Waco and other incidents with the government and finally of American adventures abroad he became doubtful of much of the public mission statements of government branches. This has been a source of internal conflict for him as he always has the thought at the back of his mind that his work for the government could and likely is supporting something he would personally consider evil.

It was during his apprenticeship with the DHS that Raymond had his experience with the paranormal.

Therein reviewing simple photographs of smuggled goods, he happened upon a parcel from Mexico. A dagger it was, but though in a pre-European style the engravings seemed oddly legible Latin alphabet writing even if the words spelled nonsense. Reading out the syllables of the photograph on his screen, a thing began to crawl out of the screen. He and his supervisor alike were struck with horror, and it was only as something resembling a human torso had managed to manifest itself did the youth find the sudden courage and strength to smash it over the head with a stapler. Long after it had slunk back into the monitor he kept smashing. The two viewers never spoke of it again, but the supervisor retired less than a month later. Ever since then Raymond has not skipped Church, struggling to rationalize what he saw that one day.

Ultimately this made him quite glad he chose fairly cushy work in cybersecurity rather than something hands-on as family would have wanted him. Easily passing an interview to get into the ICE's office in Laredo. Since then, he has tried to largely keep a low profile and calmly climb the career ladder. He is glad to assist his family in matters of the cyber world on the weekends, but in the evenings he can't help but study what might have been the cause of what had occurred to him and the rabbithole that expands from there. For one, he has spent much time in the nights long after work hours looking into the Mexican gang that brought that dagger over. While each evening horrifies him more than the last, it has once more lead him to double down rather than question any of his convictions.

Bonds:
-Church of LDS
-Immediate Family

Motivations:
-A very intense desire to leave an important legacy behind.
-As any good members of the LDS, he wants to have a family and children.
-Finding approval from family.

Fears: One thing that Raymond is particularly afraid is death. Not in the direct sense that he is afraid of catching a bullet or going outside for fear of stabbed. He is afraid of what comes after. He is a faithful Mormon, but he remembers every sin he does and is afeared of eternal damnation. Every evening he scans his memory for something he might have done that was wrong and he has failed to repent before God. In a similar vein, he is afraid that the many people he has come to value will fail to repent their many sins and hence will be damned. That is not all however. While quite devout, there is the slightest bit of doubt in him, that perhaps there is no God, or a God that isn't the one he worshipped. The thought of eternal nothingness gives him a hollow feeling in his heart, almost as horrid as the feeling of some alternate deity eternally tormenting him for failure to show fealty in the correct way. A fear stemming from this is that he will have little legacy or memory left behind, a fact that has always given him a fear of death through his head being destroyed leaving no face behind a fact he learned with the growing appearance of such violence in media.

Treachery literal and more spiritual is also a deep fear for Raymond. While there is a small, general paranoia within him there is also a fear that he is the traitor, namely in that all of his life's efforts would have in one way or another hindered the good rather than served it.

A somewhat abstract fear he has is amnesia, largely for reasons outlined above. His whole life he has spent great effort to be where he is and to maintain virtue, yet if reborn without any of his memories he has a deep fear he could easily regress into something he would detest.

HIT POINTS: 39
STRENGTH: 13
DEXTERITY: 13
STAMINA: 13
BUREAUCRACY: 5
INTELLIGENCE: 16
WILLPOWER: 13
SAN/BREAKING POINT: 65/52
POWER: 65

Skills:
Gifted (70-80): Computer Science, Electronics, Criminology
Adept(50-69): 4 skills | Science (Physics) (66), Accounting (54), SIGINT (62), HUMINT (53)
Average(30-49): 4 skills | First Aid (32), Hand to Hand (57), Marskmanship (57), Law (33)
Novice(10-29): 5 skills | Medicine (16), Armorer (19), Demolitions/EOD (14), Craft (Microelectronics) (20), History (21)

Special Training:
Ordinances (INT): Raymond Young is very well versed in Ordinances, the general term used to apply to Mormon ritualism. While he would have never imagined he would use it in his work, Raymond is more than ready to apply Christian mysticism if needed.

Weaknesses:
Raymond is fairly insecure. Ever since dad gave little more than a smile and a thumbs up when Raymond returned from graduation, he just can't ever feel like he is doing enough.

Agent Young is a Mormon. This means that some social situations are quite difficult on the grounds he won't partake in coffee, alcohol, or tobacco as others will. This hinders any amount of theoretical practical applications of him in the field. As well, the habit forming substances that his Temple insists on restricting include most painkillers, a fact he quite fervently adheres to citing the addiction epidemic in some Mormon communities particularly in their Utahn homeland. This makes a persistent concern in treating him of shock, even if he insists he is quite capable of gritting his teeth through any pain. It also means he will typically refuse to administer painkillers and other addictive substances when himself performing first aid (and further he shan't carry such).

ADAPTATIONS: (These are adaptations to trauma. For any SAN roll that succeeds against these two types of trauma results in you adding an X in either Violence or Helplessness. 4 Xs result in gaining an Adaptation, and a mental disorder, like PTSD for instance.)
Violence:
Helplessness:

Off-Duty Clothing/Equipment: Because you're not going to be walking around in door-kicking gear all day, every day on a clandestine op.
Clothing: He will naturally adapt to where he is going, wearing flannels if expecting rugged terrain or an orderly suit and tie if in the urban world. Always he will be as well dressed as he can without falling into ostentation or impracticality. He'll usually have a hat and/or sunglasses for his pale skin to not burn.
Weapons: He is a fan of John Browning's works, honouring his confessional culture. While typically he will carry just a compact M45 pistol, he has any amount of Mr. Browning's inventions and their derivatives at home.
Tools/Equipment: Usually little more than a laptop and some spare water.

Operational Clothing/Equipment:
Clothing: Neat suit and tie. He will if necessary wear a discrete IIIA plate-carrier, but in general his profession gives him the philosophy that most dangers he'd be better off running away from than kitting himself out to protect from. He will usually bring electronic earmuffs and similarly to his off duty glasses and headgear to protect his skin.
Weapons: In his job he is not expected to carry a firearm, but as a true Texan boy while on duty he will carry his usual M45 as is his right.
Tools/Equipment: In general, a laptop and first aid kit. However if needed he will carry anything from a gas analyzer to a geiger counter if a situation might demand. In rare cases he might bring along a drone, typically a discrete quadcopter that can be thrown in a ditch without proverbially emptying the wallet.

Name: Samantha Vogel, “Sam”

AGE: 32/April 08, 1988

Gender: Female

Appearance: 5’6’’, 130 lbs; blonde hair worn long, often in a ponytail, blue eyes, a small scar on her chin. She has strong northern European features to match her coloring. Sam rarely wears makeup and is not fussy with fashion. Sam has a pleasant sounding voice somewhere in the middle range, she cannot sing very well, and has a boisterous laugh.



Profession: Environmental Protection Agency Inspector

Education: Masters in Chemistry, BA in Environmental Science from the University of Colorado in Boulder

Psych Eval/Personal Info: A passionate and stubborn woman known for following up on inspections even when the case is no longer in her hands. Works closely with investigators and has a reputation for tenacity and ignoring directives. While she gets results but also has been reprimanded and transferred due to overstepping her authority.

Born in Flagstaff and raised on a working cattle ranch in eastern Arizona to God fearing parents who believed common sense and hard work would take a person far in life, Sam was raised to be diligent, persevering, and obedient. Two out of three ain’t bad.

Sam graduated highschool while lettering in track and field and soccer while helping with the family ranch. After attending two years at the local junior college in Flagstaff, Sam needed some breathing room. She was accepted at the University of Colorado in Boulder and earned a Masters in chemistry and a BS in Environmental Science. While at college she was on the junior varsity track and field but failed to make varsity after an untreated torn meniscus became too painful.

After graduating, she returned to Arizona and got a job in Phoenix at Access Laboratory as a research scientist. Sam worked there for two years but the job never felt satisfying, it was feeding into a system of for profit healthcare that she did not agree with. Finally, she resigned and took a job at a water treatment facility and the interest in fighting pollution blossomed. In 2015 she took a contract job as a certified EPA inspector for the endangered water sources of Arizona, in particular those near farms.

Proving herself to be tenacious and committed, Sam was hired full time as an inspector for water pollution though she had to move to Denver as the position was in Region 8 which covered Colorado and the upper midwest, along with Montana and the Dakotas. In 2016 she joined the protests at Standing Rock against the ill advised pipeline. This did not go well with her supervisor who was conscious of the political ramifications of an EPA employee standing alongside who he viewed as extremists. She was transferred out and sent back to Region 9 to work at the headquarters in San Francisco, CA. From here she worked on water pollution projects in California and the Philippines. As the budget started to be cut in 2017, she was transferred back to the smaller office in Phoenix to work on Arizona special projects and replace the lead inspector who had resigned.

Sam currently still lives just outside Phoenix in a two bedroom bungalow in the South Mountain neighborhood with a fenced in patch of sand to call a yard. Right now she is sharing it with her sister Melanie and Melanie’s three year old daughter, Lucy, and her dog, Scout.

Sam tries to be as eco conscious as possible, she researches the companies she buys from and tries to avoid the big sinners like Nestle and ConAgra but it can be difficult, especially on the road. She buys locally sourced food as much as possible, grows her own garden and has her own chickens for eggs. This works well enough in her budget for one or two people and she stays home and does meal planning. She just purchased her first hybrid vehicle and is saving for a solar panel set up for her house.

Sam has a weekly poker night with some friends and coworkers. She also has a local bar she frequents for a couple of drinks and some pool or darts. She enjoys old country and outlaw country, classic rock and metal. Her guilty pleasure is 80s pop. Trail riding or hiking on the weekends. She has three hens in a backyard coop, a patch of raised bed vegetable garden, a red heeler named Scout and an adopted mustang gelding named Ranger she keeps at a boarding stable outside of the city.





Bonds:

Melanie Vogel, her younger sister who she is very close with. She’s helped her through the escape of an abusive relationship and now being a single mom. Sam tries to be her support as much as she can. Melanie and her daughter, Lucy, just moved into her house as she tries to get back on her feet.

Blake Hoffman, current boyfriend who is an architect living near the hipster CenPho neighborhood. He met Sam at the farmer’s market there and they have been dating for about a year.

Cindy Kinsel, her best friend since high school. A Navajo woman who still lives on the reservation and who works as a teacher at Pinon High School on the Navajo Nation.

Doug Sanderson, an EPA investigator that she can trust to do his damndest to make a case on a violator. Her partner in many ways, they share the same passion for trying to save the environment.

Motivations: Motivated by protecting society and the future of humanity and the current biosphere in general, no small task. Her desire to stop wanton pollution and greed stems from this as the Earth will abide but humanity might not. This extends into her work for DG as it is protecting humanity from another huge, amorphous danger to the existence of their world.

Fears: The fear of it becoming too late to save themselves, from climate change, from pollution, from the unfathomable dangers of the unnatural. That their efforts might not be enough to stop the malignant forces of both supernatural and human greed.

Name: Agent Castanada

(Candice "Candi" Ruffalo)

Age/DOB: 36 / July 13th

Gender: Woman, She/Her

Appearance: Tall, whip-thin, with an angular face and fly-away blonde hair. Caucasian, on the pale side, with a spray of freckles.

Profession: Associate Professor, SUNY Middleton

Education: PhD in physics

Personal Info:

Getting a physics degree is a bitch. Late nights. Cramming sessions. Eye-watering diagrams. A little pick-me-up might help, something just a little stronger than coffee. Nothing bad just … something to get through the night. But sometimes, mind-altering chemicals and high-level physics don’t mix.

For a brief moment, Candice Castanada experienced a state of oneness with the universe, and the universe was pissed.

She’d been reading a paper on hyperinflation, those first few fractions of a second after the Big Bang in which the universe expanded at a ridiculous rate. The brain-bending equations mixed oddly with the amphetamines and forced Candice into an alternative state of consciousness. For a moment - and only a moment - Candice experienced the Big Bang from the inside and felt the universe take shape within her mind. And she met the thing that gave shape to that first instance.

Call it what you want. God. Yog-Sothoth. It existed during the first moments when physics was still in flux, and then was immediately torn to shreds when physics settled on its current form. But that is not dead which can eternal lie. Having once existed, it will always have the potential to exist, and it wants to realize that potential. This may destroy the universe.

When the wave-form of Candice collapsed - and she woke up on the library floor covered in vomit - her life was forever altered. She wants to get back to that moment when she seemed to know everything, and at the same time she is horrified by what she experienced. Her life since has been a fitful quest to remember and forget at the same time.

Psych Eval:

Candice came onto Delta Green's radar when one of her papers on the structure of quantum froth pinged their cultic word detectors. Candice's hypothesis that the fluctuating particles at the base of the universe form a colossal evolving pattern happens to match certain wild rants that were coming out of a certain new age cultic compound in the Pacific midwest, although Candice's version was dressed up with a lot of mathematics and physics jargon. A Delta Green cell "borrowed" Candice to help them defuse an elaborate bomb the cult had constructed to begin the unraveling of reality.

Delta Green now treats Candice much like a bomb: respectfully, but gingerly. She comes across as a mess: twitchy, paranoid, prone to "self medicate" and given to bizarre theories. Problem is, she's always been that way. Current thinking is that she's hit some kind of plateau and is now stuck in a stable state of permanent instability. Keep her away from the amphetamines and everything should be fine.

Bonds:

Philip Chandler (Dean, treats Candice as a brilliant fragile nutcase. Which is fair.)

Barbara Tucks: (Colleague, frenemy, always manages to get the grant funding but willing to share.)

Silvia Harris: (history/Anthropology professor. Current girlfriend. Maybe, possibly, has the Innsmouth look, but Candice has dated worse.)

Angela Ruffalo: (Sister. Complete normie. Worries about Candice alot.)

Mickey Stark: (TA in the department. Bit of a himbo when not talking about physics. Silvia and Candice have all but adopted him.)

Motivations:
Fit current case into academic understanding
Spend more time with Silvia
Prove to DG that academics are useful
Advance career/publish

Fears: Candice’s fears are somewhat esoteric. She has seen that the underlying nature of reality is a fragile thing. She believes that the fabric of space/time could begin unraveling if people are reckless with forces like hypergeometry. She is likely to be the one to try and negotiate with alien forces on the assumption that we all have a shared interest in protecting the foundation of the cosmos.

HIT POINTS: 35
STRENGTH: 9
DEXTERITY: 13
STAMINA: 13
BUREAUCRACY: 5 (Skilled in academic infighting)
INTELLIGENCE: 17
WILLPOWER: 16
SAN/BREAKING POINT: 80 / 64
POWER: 80

Skills:
Gifted(70-80):
Science (Physics): 70
Science (Mathematics): 70
Electronics: 70

Adept(50-69):
Pharmacy: 52
Occult: 60
HUMINT: 59 *
Awareness: 69 *
First Aid: 53 *

Average(30-49):
Accounting: 34
Hand-to-Hand: 46 *
Language (German): 34

Novice(10-29):
Applied Hypergeometry: 27 *
Marksmanship: 27
Computer Science: 15
Subterfuge: 13
Stealth: 11

Special Training:
Drug Culture

Weaknesses:
Physically unimpressive
Former Addict (currently clean. We'll see how long that lasts.)

On-duty equipment: Slacks, oxfords or a blouse and cardigan, sensible shoes.

High-end laptop kitted out with statistical analysis and modeling software. Technically owned by the university.

Subaru minivan/SUV. Contains boxes of journals, student papers, etc. Runs like a dream thanks to friends in the engineering dept. Technically illegal Glock 19 hidden in a compartment under the seat.

Off-duty clothing/equipment: exactly the same as her on-duty equipment.

Name: Theodore R. “Ted” Parkhurst

Age/DOB: 25 / 06APRIL1995

Gender: Male

Appearance: At a height of 5’11 and weighing around 160 pounds, Ted is of a rather inconspicuous physique; while his time in the military has forced him into shape, he is not an actively fit man by any means and maintains his physical health solely through a healthy diet and occasional visits to the local gym. His head does not stray far from the lean lines of his body. His face is gaunt, his cheeks sunken, his nose thin, his broad forehead kept out of sight only thanks to the messy tuft of hair shrouding his scalp like a black cloud or a bird’s nest. His brown eyes bulge out of his sunken eyelids, not unlike two wet billiard balls lodged in his face.

Profession: CIA Global Response Staff

Education: Alumnus of History, Georgetown University

Psych Eval/Personal Info: Born to a family of low-level bureaucrats in Maryland, Theodore Roosevelt Parkhurst had a fairly routine middle class upbringing, described by his teachers as one not necessarily asocial, but preferring to keep to himself. Thanks to his parents’ busy routine, most of his time out of school was either spent with his great-uncle Frederick, an eccentric antiquarian or playing video games. With his predilection for first-person shooters nurturing in him an affinity for all things military, and time spent with his great-uncle rubbing off on him, Ted decided early on in his life that joining the army as a way to support his dreams of college education would not be a bad idea and joined US Army not long after graduation from high school.

Theodore’s military career was rather uneventful. Applying for the position of a combat engineer (due to him thinking that the Hurt Locker was a good movie), he soon found out that the necessities of the job really appealed to him and took a shot at the Sapper Leader Course the moment he could. While considered to be a bit of a whiner, his vocal behavior was nonetheless compensated for by his quick wits and an aptitude for learning. Earning his Sapper Tab in 2015, he was due for deployment in Afghanistan after attending a live-fire exercise near Fort Leonard Wood, Missouri.

But that’s where things went awry.

Four dead, three wounded. Papers would blame it on improper equipment usage; court-martial would find at fault a neglected detonator. Theodore was (and is) fairly sure that it was otherwise. He remembers their charges cracking a hole in the ground itself; he remembers the change in demeanor over radio chatter. Confusion. Silence. Ropes brought, carabiners readied. A descent into darkness. And in the darkness, amongst the flashlights, a discovery. A bipedal body, curled up in the darkness, skeletal, fossilized. He remembers an onlooker joking about how they’d just found their own Ötzi. Someone joking about Dungeons and Dragons. Flashes from cameras. The oddities of the fossil. He recalls it looking like one of those lightning-spewing creatures in Dark Souls at Sen’s Fortress, the ones that would push you down those narrow bridges.

He recalls it hissing at the top of its lungs and pouncing onto Staff Sergeant Guzman. Fangs bared, dripping. Screams. Gunfire. Another hiss, something cracking in the air like a whip, a limb flying by. A spattering of fluids, black one moment and bright red the next with every muzzleflash. Powder burns on his face. Ears ringing. He recalls cursing and climbing out, his thighs wet, and he recalls stabbing a fuze into the block of C4 in his hand, and he recalls screaming down the pit for everyone to get out, and he recalls another burst of gunfire and he recalls silence and then a roar and then an explosion. He recalls waking up in a hospital with a bunch of pissed-off men and women waiting by his side. He was quick to memory-hole the less pleasant details of the incident. He was interrogated, over and over again, but managed to convince his interrogators (or at least, convince them that he would not be budging) that he did not recall much. For all he knew, he just got the hell out of dodge the moment things got fishy.

Involuntary discharge, honorable. A form of hush money, he thought, but it was not refused. He carried on with his life as best he could, but it was easier said than done. His desire to understand what really happened would lead him down a crooked path. He sought a degree in history to make him more efficient at understanding the world unknown, following the rabbit hole to articles on cryptozoology, from there anonymous image boards, from there, obscure forums populated by high-functioning nutcases. Meme magic, Kabbalah, UFOs, every conspiracy theory imaginable. Scouring for references to past understandings of the supernatural in academic scholarship. But in the end, neither did the internet offer anything, nor did academia. He had this messy understanding of a world beyond the veil, but said world was more likely dreamed by schizophrenics than actually observed. He felt like he needed to go back to the scene of the crime. Get his hands on something concrete.

He did not go unprepared. A potato cannon was built, with an impact-detonated ANFO warhead. It would not be enough. He procured an M1 Garand. A semi-auto Beretta shotgun, a .357 revolver, a surplus NVG setup. Out there in the woods, in his homemade Rambo kit, he must have looked like a living, breathing spoof of all operators everywhere, but this incursion would not last long. Little wonder; heroic as he may have been, he hadn’t exactly accounted for a six-man spec ops team seeking out exactly the same thing as he in the premises. Caught like a deer in the headlights, he was blackbagged and extradited to god knows where in a manner of minutes, and interrogated in a manner of hours. With little reason to lie this time, he just poured out on what happened, why he was there, and why he was armed like Timothy McVeigh Jr.

Next thing he knew, he was CIA or something. Son of a gun.

Bonds:

-Franklin Delano Parkhurst, father, 60. Hasn’t been seeing his son much lately, thinks Ted’s lost in the scholarly busywork, or one of his many odd-jobs to keep himself afloat.

-Maryanne Parkhurst, mother, 58. She’s always been a bit naggy, and doesn’t like that his son doesn’t come as visiting as much.

-Frederick Parkhurst, great-uncle, 73. A fellow Fortean, he gets along with Ted fairly well, although thinks that he may be caught up in something.

-Rachele Salemi, girlfriend, 29. Having met Ted on a psychoactive substance forum, she thinks he’s part of this worldwide conspiracy and is absolutely enamored by the thought.

Motivations:

-Desire to make sense of his past incident
-Belief in duty, more reliant on aesthetics than principle
-Compulsion to know

Fears:

-Loss of life and limb in a painful and/or ignominious way
-Loss of cognition and/or sanity
-Loss of personal integrity


Skills:

Gifted:
Awareness 80 / Demolitions 75 / HUMINT 70

Adept:
Breaking and Entering 66 / Crafting 62 / History 63 / Marksmanship 56

Average:
Armorer 51 / Military Science (Land) 43 / Occult 40 / Stealth 55

Novice:
First Aid 25 / Hand-to-Hand 36 / Heavy Machinery 28 / Medicine 23 / SERE 25

Languages: Nil

Special Training:

-Breaching
-Hand Grenades
-Minelaying
-Mountaineering

Weaknesses:

-Talkative demeanor can grate others’ nerves in stressful situations
-Twitchy
-Herpetophobic

ADAPTATIONS:
Violence: X
Helplessness:

Off-Duty Clothing/Equipment:
Clothing: Casual, perhaps a bit too casual. Tendency for colorful shirts and baggy fit pants.
Weapons: Glock 19 in armpit holster, folding knife, taser. Besides that, whatever can be procured.
Tools/Equipment: Sports bag full of operational supplies and plausibly deniable ingredients for makeshift explosives.

Operational Clothing/Equipment:
Clothing: Whatever is required. Tendency for CBRN equipment. Will keep a gas mask and NVG handy.
Weapons: Whatever is issued. Tendency towards explosives. Venerates the M32.
Tools/Equipment: Sapper’s Kit, First Aid Kit, operational supplies.

Name: Javier Lorenzo Cruz (Javi, Money)

Age/DOB: 1/5/1995

Gender: Male

Appearance:
Height: 5’9”
Weight: 190 lbs
Brown eyes, dark hair just a bit shaggier than military standard, well muscled with a strong jaw and classic Mexican-American features. He typically keeps a 5 o’clock shadow just to keep from looking like the baby-faced 25-year-old that he is. In conversation he’s laid back and friendly but self-assured, with the carriage and confidence one typically associates with military types, and his very recent departure from Navy service means he tends to keep his posture erect and his eye-contact intense.

SEAL trident tattoo on chest
M40A5 rifle and a cartoon money bag tattoo on right shoulder

Profession:
Navy SEAL (NOS E300) PO1, Honorably Discharged
Currently studying Counter-Terrorism at the Middlebury Institute of International Studies, Monterey, CA

Education:
Santa Cruz High School, Santa Cruz, CA
Navy Recruit Training Command, Great Lakes, Illinois
Basic Underwater Demolition/SEAL School, Naval Special Warfare Center, Coronado, CA
Navy SEAL Sniper School, Indianapolis, Indiana
Counter-Terrorism, MIIS, One Semester



Bonds:
SCPO Max Donner, AKA Cannibal (his mentor during his time with the SEALs)
Maria Cruz (mother)
Rosa Avila (grandmother)
Mark Jerczyk (Childhood friend, now a junior lawyer at Neubaum Criminal Defense Attorneys)
Isabella (Lizzie) Cruz, (younger sister)

Motivations: Service to his country, challenging himself and overcoming those challenges. He wants to prove to himself and to the world that he’s not just some pansy rich kid, that he can face all challengers and come out on top.

Fears: Failure. Not just not beating his PR, or not making a shot, but real failure. Mission failure. Fucking up so badly he gets members of his Team killed.

NAME: Laura Allen

DOB: 31/03/1992

GENDER: Female

APPEARANCE:
A caucasian woman sporting brown hair and blue eyes, measuring 5’6” (167 cm) and weighing 134 lb (60 kg) with a lean build honed by her job, though by no means a physical powerhouse. While not winning any weightlifting competitions anytime soon - or ever - numerous inmates of US and some foreign prisons would attest that she doesn’t seem to tire, like Homo Erectus running down an elephant, in addition to being fairly nimble and coordinated. Superiors also have to search pretty far back in their memories to recall the last time she took a sick day due to her own health as opposed to that of a family member.

PROFESSION:

• Deputy Marshal, U.S. Marshals Service Tactical Operations Division (2017 - present)
• Deputy Sheriff, El Paso Sheriff’s Office (2013 - 2017)

EDUCATION:
Insofar as formal education is concerned, Laura holds a High School Diploma from the El Paso Academy. She acquired most of her actually useful skills via on the job training or from her father before his death.

PSYCHOLOGICAL EVALUATION:
Scoring within the average range on IQ tests, Laura possesses what some might call “crackhead determination” - slightly ironic, given her zero tolerance attitude toward drugs stemming from her father’s death at the hands of an addict - capable of near-unbreakable, single-minded focus on a given task or object. Some see this as a strength, others point out the possibility of being overly fixated on one thing and missing something else. A life of unexpected twists and turns led to a person who tackles life one day at a time, considering planning any longer ahead wasted effort that will inevitably be thwarted by circumstances beyond what can be anticipated. Having clawed her way to where she is from the depths of the foster care system, Laura’s learned to recognize and value those who help her, but woe be upon those who attempt to hamper her or take away something she’s worked for. She’s had even less fucks to give since raiding a cult compound in 2019, unwittingly being exposed to the Unnatural. Seeing something as degenerate as that made her much more willing to bend the rules to get results, in effect doing bad things for good reasons. While obviously respecting authority and chains of command, she does tend to see other people as carriers of skills and knowledge at first, only opening up and getting to know the person if she’s likely to deal with them for an extended period of time. This is a result of both the nature of Marshals’ work - frequently aiding local law enforcement or other agencies before moving on - as well as previously described life experience. Those in the “inner circle” though can expect someone they can lean on in nearly any circumstances.





WEAKNESSES:

• Latex Allergy

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HIT POINTS: 43 (12+16+15)
STRENGTH: 12
DEXTERITY: 16
STAMINA: 15
BUREAUCRACY: 3
INTELLIGENCE: 12
WILLPOWER: 15
SAN/BREAKING POINT: 75/60
POWER: 75


ADAPTATIONS:
Violence:
Helplessness: