[OOC] Delta Green: Whispers in the Darkness, Occult Action and Intrigue

[Leidenschaft]

Delta Green: Whispers in the Darkness, Occult Action and Intrigue

Choose federal law enforcement. Choose the military. Choose NASA or the CDC. Choose lying to your superiors. Choose to ruin your career. Choose no friends. Choose divorce. Choose life through the bottom of a bottle. Choose destroying evidence and executing innocent people because they know too fucking much. Choose black fatigues and matching gas masks. Choose an MP5 stolen from the CIA loaded with glasers, with a wide range of fucking attachments. Choose blazing away at mind numbing, sanity crushing things from beyond the stars, wondering whether you'd be better off stuffing the barrel in your own mouth. Choose The King In Yellow and waking up wondering who you are. Choose a 9mm retirement plan. Choose going out with a bang at the end of it all, PGP encrypting your last message down a securely laid cable as an NRO Delta wetworks squad busts through your door. Choose one last Night at the Opera. Choose Delta Green.
— An Agent Long Gone

You are sat in a room filled with peculiar characters you've met only an hour ago, or maybe you remember some faces, or know some names by reputation in the circles you're commonly found in. Scientists, scholars, as well as types you'd find in warzones or unmarked police cars, driving or riding in the back. Either way, it isn't every day you get a flight paid for by... well, you're not really sure. All is quiet in the small house here in Blackriver, West Virginia, that will be your home for the foreseeable future- even though the future could hold anything at this point. Finally, a man emerges from the door to the garage and smiles in a way that is too genuine to be trustworthy. "Hello, ladies and gentlemen, let's begin shall we?"

==Days Earlier==

You sit on the edge of your bed, the news playing in the background with a litany of what's wrong in the world- murders, kidnappings, pesticides, the war on terror, etc. You clutch a phone in your hand- not yours, a pre-paid thing of the past- waiting. Thinking and waiting.

The meeting with the higher-ups was odd. Told you to be at the meeting place- it could've been a coffee shop, a dive bar, a museum, a library, anywhere- but only if you got the go-ahead from the only number programmed on the phone. There was a man you'd never met before there, just sitting at the table, but eating and lounging as if no one else could see him. He wasn't even dressed like the others. The higher-ups asked you the routine questions- things about drug use in the past, past employment, what you were responsible for now in your current career. It was almost like a damned review, but nothing of that type was scheduled this month. After you give your answers, the man perks up and asks, "How do you feel about flying?"

What kind of question is that? You give your answer and he smiles and nods, then starts the conversation.

Have you ever been outside the US? Ever been in trouble with the law? Do you travel often? Do you have any friends or family overseas? You answer his questions, albeit a little stilted and awkwardly. You're not sure what the hell is with this guy.

"There's an opportunity for you. This is probably something you'd do well to take up. A door has opened for you, but only if you want it." The man says, suddenly the air in the room is even more serious than it was before the man first spoke.

"We do urge you to choose wisely."

A phone is slid across the table to you. A pre-paid thing of the past. "Wait for the text tonight."

The very same phone in your hands now buzzes. Flipping it open reveals the automated message '1 new txt msg.' Opening up the text reveals a peculiar message, You are cordially invited to a night at the opera. Meet me at, and you do. The meeting goes well, discussing you, your past, your home life, your social media presence. Then it delves into your knowledge of the recent news of the Blackriver Killer. Never heard of him. The man nods, "I wouldn’t think so. Let me tell you what this is about..."

==Present==

The day's briefing is held in the living room by the same lax-dressed man that you talked to those few days back, as well as an unnamed stranger. The familiar man hands out a sheet of paper to be passed around the room. A list of names, before he expands upon them. These people are all victims of the Blackriver Killer. A description of the wounds found on the victims, pictures of the victims from social media, etc..

"At 2200 hours, Officer Morales was kidnapped when he responded to the scene of the Blackriver Killer’s murder that night, which took the lives of Daniel and Vicki Mulligan. Officially, you are all advisers and consultants for the Department of Justice. The FBI has no presence here and the CDC hasn’t heard a word back from their team since they touched down and made their way to White Tree. It is of utmost importance that we find Morales, the Mulligans' killer, and these other missing individuals. The first lead I want you to visit is Maryanne Roy, a state police detective. Other than that, get a feel for this place, have a look around some places. Welcome to the team. My name is Steve Foster."

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All Forum-wide Rules Apply

The GM's word is law

This RP was inspired by the Delta Green tabletop game, The Cthulu Wars by Kenneth Hite and Kennon Bauman, True Detective S1 and Denis Villeneuve's Sicario

What is Delta Green?

Hider

"Delta Green: An organisation which encourages middle-aged accountants and bureaucrats to drive vans filled with dynamite into the homes of white supremacists who worship the risen spirit of Hitler."
— Tolervi

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Hello!

As the title says, this RP is one about action and intrigue with an occult bent. Heavily influenced by media such as the Delta Green tabletop game and the Cthulu Wars book, from which came the premise of this RP, and mainly season one of True Detective and Denis Villeneuve's Sicario film, the atmosphere of which I hope to weave into this game. Your characters can come from any number of organizations and institutions both government and civilian. Although this is an action game, I don't want players to think they have to necessarily be Hank Stonebulge, war veteran and supercop with ten machineguns and gets his calories from red meat and cigarettes.

That is to say, you can be a scientist, a scholar, a private eye, a federal agent, or a career criminal with a history of working for the law to cut a deal. Steve Foster is not beholden to tradition for recruiting teams and neither am I. This is mainly to not alienate people who are interested but don't have an encyclopedic knowledge of federal agencies or the like. I do encourage players to get creative with their characters, as long as they make sense, of course. An analyst probably won't be the greatest at making 400 meter shots with a rifle.

Like said above, I do hope to capture the atmosphere of Sicario and True Detective. The RP will mainly be about the investigation of the case the team has been brought on for, as well as how they bond with their teammates, cope with the events of the RP that might challenge their ideals, and grow along the time spent working this case and just what it uncovers about the true workings of the world around them. As such, don't expect shooting first and asking questions later to get you far. You may be working for a shadowy 'Man in Black' but that doesn't give you legal immunity. Player characters will have to navigate this new world of intrigue and horror smartly, and may be called upon to do morally repugnant things in the name of not only national security, but the preservation of humanity as they know it. Join me on this romp from the heartbroken hills of West Virginia to the rain-slick, somber city of Seattle, and all the way down to Juarez, Mexico, and beyond.

Over the course of the RP, questions may arise. Who is Steve Foster? Why are the Mulligans so important? What connections do the Argentinian Ratlines of WWII have with Sergeant Gregory Morales? Why is such a small case being treated with such secrecy and ambiguity? How far does this whole thing go? Who can I really trust?

And remember...

“Deception is a right. Truth is a privilege. Innocence is a luxury. The war is never over.”

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Dossier

Name: And any aliases, nicknames or code names, if applicable

Age:

Gender: Take this into account when choosing an Agency/Organization. There isn't exactly a lot of females in the Army Rangers or other such organizations.

Appearance: Height, build, facial structure. Voice and mannerisms, even. A picture may be attached, but oh, so help me if it's anime.

Agency/Organization: Rank, if necessary. We do need a balanced team and it wouldn't make sense for a group comprised entirely of tier-one special missions unit guys to be sleuthing.

Education: Were you a straight-edge, motivated college-boy riding a scholarship through West Point straight into a Lieutenant rank or did you learn everything you know during your time in the military/law enforcement/criminal life?

Background: This is where you flex how good your writing and research into your character goes. Are they a scientist or scholar? A career criminal? A federal agent? A state detective? You are the cowboy, the idealist, the unfettered, grizzled veteran with one last op in him, or the person not knowing what he's getting himself into. You are motivated and believe in what you're doing, half the reason you were picked.

The other half is that you've brushed shoulders with the unknown in some way but have yet to go mad; come across some weird stuff in the Afghan mountains, seized some weird artifacts on a raid, busted a small-time religious cult while undercover. Cognitive dissonance worked wonders, it seems.

Personality: Try to get detailed with this. You'll want to know how they'll react if they ever come across a drug-fueled sacrificial blood orgy to Nyarlathotep.

Likes:

Dislikes:

Fears: I'm not talking about how your character's phobia of spiders in the shower, I'm talking about what keeps them up at night and makes them insecure. What drives them to do what they do to spite it so that it never becomes a dreaded reality?

Bonds & Opinions: Opinions of team members both good and bad. "Bonds" are those characters listed that your character has taken a very strong kinship with through shared hardship such as handling combat together, them saving your character, your character saving theirs, etc.

Skills:
Gifted(+5): 2 skills
Adept(+3): 3 skills
Average(+2): 3 skills
Novice(+1): 4 skills

Weaknesses: At least one nonphysical and physical weakness.

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:
Weapons:
Tools/Equipment:

Operational Clothing/Equipment: Nothing that would remove all doubt that you are part of the US military/are American. NATO weaponry is fine, but not required.
Clothing:
Weapons:
Tools/Equipment:

Skills

Combat
Marksmanship, long guns
Marksmanship, handguns
Marksmanship, sniper
Demolitions/EOD – The ability to create makeshift explosives, use high-power explosives, and defuse them.
Hand-to-Hand – Covers the use of one's own body as a weapon, as well as improvised weapons, knives, machetes and the like.
Tactical Driving – Pit maneuvers, etc.

Tradecraft
Subterfuge - The art of stealth and disguising yourself, an item, and concealment of items on your person.
Awareness – Listening, spotting hidden things.
Interrogation – You are well-versed in being both the good cop and the bad cop, as well as knowing the different and nuanced techniques of breaking a prisoner's will.
Persuade – You are versed in flipping people to your side using anything from their vices to their ideals, as well as convincing people why they should or should not do something.
Crafting – The ability to make rudimentary tools and weapons.
SERE – Survival, Evasion, Resistance and Escape
Breaking-and-Entering - The knowledge of picking locks and other various manners of getting into places you should not be. Lockpicking, climbing, etc.

Sciences & Studies
First Aid – Treating light wounds, broken bones
Surgery – Self-explanatory
Criminology
Anthropology
Archaeology
Computer Science
Military Science
History
Forensics
Law
Psychology
Engine Mechanics

Foreign Language – Just list any other languages your character is fluent or knowledgeable in. Limit of 3. 1 fluent, 1 somewhat knowledgeable, 1 base level.

Dice Rules

Dice Rules
A d20 for each action pertaining to combat, investigation, interrogation, persuasion, and utilizing a contact to navigate through bureaucracy, red tape, and the law. Below is how the rolls can be interpreted. The rules below use terms pertaining mainly to combat, but can easily be interpreted to degrees of success in other situations.

*In combat engagements where your character is taken off guard, the modifier of your awareness skill is rolled on 1d20+[modifier]-5. 6-9 keeps your character from being overpowered and only lightly wounded, 10-20 lets your character successfully repel and counter with the weapon they are using.

*Just as well, in situations where your character gets the drop on a character, as in breaching and clearing a room, you get an automatic +5 on your initial combat roll against your first two targets. Successful stealth attacks get the same modifier, but only against the first target if attacking at hand-to-hand range, regardless if using a knife or a gun.

1-5 is a failure, your character will be injured and brought down, where a second roll of the dice will determine if the enemy will continue to focus on this character to finish the job or take on another target (less than 5, continue the attack, 5 and up, move on unless there’s no other characters to fight). Depending on the circumstances, GM will decide if the situation will be fatal. Close characters may elect to intervene, where if a player says they wish to intercept, will have to do another combat roll to see if they both make it to the character in time and receive injury in the process.

1-5 rolls for awareness means that you fail to notice the important detail. Interrogation yields no results, as the man either faints from pain, withstands it, or refuses to cooperate, etc. Persuasion rolls of this low a caliber are obviously failed, the NPC goes on with his business, you are barred from going past the door/gate/etc. Rolls for calling in favors that score this low obviously have the request fall through for reasons of legality or bureaucracy, or another suitable reason, given the contact. You may make a saving roll with a d10, with the resultant number being added to your initial score, but only if it was a roll of 3 or higher. Rolls in stealth that fall within this range are considered a failure. Your character is spotted.

6-9 is a success, but with minor injury. Your character receives a minor wound that will have to be treated and will hinder their ability to fight somewhat, but it won’t take them out of the fight. Each subsequent roll with an injury will have a -1 penalty on the roll, and each injury added increases the penalty.

Awareness rolls mean that you have the slightest inkling that you're being followed but fail to spot specific tails, do not catch as many clues as you would've at higher rolls or fail to recognize the importance of a piece of evidence. You may make a saving roll with a d10, with that roll being added to your initial score, but only if it was 7 or higher.

Interrogation isn't as successful as you'd like, the characters answers aren't clear or other complications come up. You may opt to roll again in interrogation up to two times at a penalty of -2 each roll. The contact is able to grant you the favor, but the results aren't as clean or as timely as they could've been. Persuade rolls in this area must be rolled for again at a penalty of -5.

Rolls in stealth that fall into this range are moderately successful. Your character manages to give his pursuers the slip, but they are made aware of his presence, not his location.

10-20 is a success where the best possible outcome for that engagement occurs. You are a good detective, you spot one tail on a phone at your 3 o'clock and another in a car at your 12 o'clock. Interrogation yields optimal results, you manage to persuade the person to your side/from doing something/to let you pass/etc. The favor you called in gets pushed along the proper channels and you get what you wanted. Stealth rolls are a resounding success.

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::CLEARANCE REQUIRED - DELTA GREEN::
::MAY ONLY BE VIEWED BY CLEARED PERSONNEL::
::PERSONNEL ASSIGNED UNDER FOSTER, STEVE::

::TEAM ROSTER::
::CASE OFFICER::
FOSTER, STEVE | M | CIA DIRECTORATE OF OPERATIONS, OPERATIONS OFFICER

::TEAM LEADER::
HUGHES, FOSSTEN | M | CIA DIRECTORATE OF OPERATIONS, SPECIAL ACTIVITIES DIVISION, PARAMILITARY OPERATIONS OFFICER

::ASSETS::
GUNN, PIETER | M | CIA GLOBAL RESPONSE STAFF
STILLMAN, WILLIAM | M | CIA DIRECTORATE OF OPERATIONS, SPECIAL ACTIVITIES DIVISION, CONTRACTOR
HAVEL, LANCE | M | DEFENSE INTELLIGENCE AGENCY, ADVISER
DUBOIS, CLARA/SMITH, JANE | F | CIVILIAN ASSET
QUINT, CEDRIC | M | CIVILIAN ASSET
CALAPSIS, JUDITH | F | CIVILIAN ASSET, CLASSIFICATION: FRIENDLY
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[Leidenschaft]

Edit:to those from the IntChk, please take note that “operational clothing” section may be redacted wholly or filled out in any way that makes sense for your character. I’m not going to force the librarian to breach and clear a room with the ex-Special Forces guy.

[Andreyich]

@Leidenschaft Alright, I will start working on my shit immediately. Question about SERE though, does this include things like general athletic fitness for running long distances and such or is just "how to be eat shit on the floor like bear grylls"? Because I imagine as a journalist looking for crazy shit he'd have to hide from security agencies quite often or maybe have long runs in forests away from said agencies, which would also hopefully help me evade Delta Green from busting my ass lol

[FantasyChic]

I am making my sheet as we speak. I am making two though as I had inspiration for another. I'm going with my Lawyer though (working for the CIA as they deal with international stuff, opens more doors), but I had an idea for an army sniper. Stealthy, cool, calm. I'll play with both and whichever one I like best I'll submit for approval. Leaning towards the lawyer as I like what I think she can bring to the team the best.

[Leidenschaft]

@Leidenschaft Alright, I will start working on my shit immediately. Question about SERE though, does this include things like general athletic fitness for running long distances and such or is just "how to be eat shit on the floor like bear grylls"? Because I imagine as a journalist looking for crazy shit he'd have to hide from security agencies quite often or maybe have long runs in forests away from said agencies, which would also hopefully help me evade Delta Green from busting my ass lol

@Andreyich

Yes, it is assumed that members of the team are at least mildly athletic. SERE is the skill that gives your character the ability to live off the calories of drinking their own piss like Bear Grylls for a week.

I am making my sheet as we speak. I am making two though as I had inspiration for another. I'm going with my Lawyer though (working for the CIA as they deal with international stuff, opens more doors), but I had an idea for an army sniper. Stealthy, cool, calm. I'll play with both and whichever one I like best I'll submit for approval. Leaning towards the lawyer as I like what I think she can bring to the team the best.

@FantasyChic

Steve Foster can't walk ten feet without stubbing his toe on a nest of snipers. I too like the idea of this super-lawyer.

[Pep]

Jane Smith

Name: Jane Smith. Born Clara Dubois. Referred to in newspapers as ‘The Devil’s Bride’.

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Appearance:



5’5” with an agile but non-athletic figure and soft facial features that allow her to easily lie about her age. Her wavy hair is long and dark brown but with the help of an extensive wig collection she can transform it in seconds.

When she’s not putting on an act, Jane is naturally very guarded and paranoid. When forced to sit still for too long, her anxious mannerisms start to appear. You’ll often find her fussing over her clothes, like tugging on loose threads or nervously adjusting the cross pendant that hangs delicately from her silver chain necklace. When she’s not in character, she also tends to avoid raising her voice above a whisper or making prolonged eye contact. All-in-all she has the energy of a skittish deer.

Agency/Organization: Civilian, chosen for her first hand experience with a serial killer.

Education: It was the balmy summer before senior year when Jane was abducted. After the event, she never returned to Sacred Heart Preparatory School to finish her academic career. She unfortunately follows the story of most runaways by being a highschool dropout.

Background: The summer of 2010 brought a curse to the Louisiana suburb of Denham Springs. In a one-two-punch, a heat wave spread through the area followed closely by a devastating power outage. Electricity was out for a week, throwing the normally safe town into a chaos of panic and looting. Most reports claim this is the reason why the disappearance of five local girls went unnoticed for so long. All were reported missing, but with the stress from relief aid organizations and maintaining order, the severity of the missing five wasn’t put together until after the power returned. By that point only one girl was left alive.

Police found Jane (then known by her birth name of Clara Dubois) wandering along the railroad tracks in a daze, wearing a disheveled wedding dress. She was only 17 years old at the time. Dried blood was splattered along her dress and arms and she was missing several fingernails, but the most alarming damage to her body was a strange symbol that had been branded right at the base of her neck, below her hairline. Police couldn’t identify its origin, but were quick to label it as ‘satanic’ after what they found in a nearby abandoned station.

What waited for the police inside was a gristly scene. Someone had meticulously recreated the interior design of a chapel, including the pews and altar. Laying, two on each side of the altar, were the remaining girls. Each had a long cut down from their sternum to their genitals, allowing their entrails to spill out and be manipulated into the shape of wings.

Jane was questioned for days while she recovered in the hospital, but either she didn’t remember the events of that past week, or she just refused to talk about it. The police had a few suspects but were never able to link anyone directly to the crime. The Denham Devil was never caught and the moment Jane was released from the hospital, she disappeared as well. All she left behind was a note to her parents, explaining that she was leaving of her own accord, and that she needed to stay one step ahead of him.

The next seven years were spent on the run from whatever evil she had experienced in that faux chapel. She legally changed her name from Clara to the generic Jane Smith, and never stayed in one location for more than a couple months at a time. With each move, she established a new look and persona, using both to con people out of whatever it was she needed from them. Sometimes that meant a place to stay, other times it was something as simple as money. Jane wasn’t a bad person, but if she had to pretend to be a woman’s long lost granddaughter for a week to refill her funds, she would. Jane, in her paranoia, saw signs of her devil constantly hot on her trail, promising to finish what he started. She was willing to do whatever it took to stay out of his reach.

Jane’s crimes finally caught up to her when she was arrested for trespassing. The owners of the summer cabin she was hiding out in decided to make an expected visit and managed to detain the petite woman until the cops arrived. She was in holding for less than 24 hours before being approached by Steve Foster’s team.

Personality: Jane is an actress. She easily falls into whatever role she currently needs to pull off a con. She’s in-character so often, she worries that there’s nothing left of her real self. Jane certainly hasn’t been trusting enough of people these past seven years to reveal it to them. The only real time she can be herself is when she’s alone, which is honestly what she usually prefers.

Before the abduction, Jane was a vibrant teenage girl who was loud and opinionated and overly emotional (especially when it came to boys), but what she went through sucked a lot of the joy from her personality. She’s now quiet and meek, bordering on shy. Her timid behavior is especially obvious around men. Jane often looks like she would rather bite off her own hand than have to touch one. She can fake it for a ‘role’ but the idea of intimacy still makes her skin crawl.

She’s rarely in one location long enough to develop attachments to other people. Though it’s rare, it does happen, and when it does, she’s completely devoted to their well being. It just so happens that the best thing to do for them is to get as far away as possible. She doesn’t want a repeat of Denham Springs. If she ever made a friend or companion who could take care of themselves against a supernatural entity, Jane would probably be loyal to them for life. It’s definitely something she secretly longs for, but doesn’t expect.

Likes: Animals, Easy money, Sweets, Instrumental music, Trashy paperback novels, Rain and Being taken care of.

Dislikes: Churches (religion is fine), Being alone with men, Weddings, The smell of melting wax and dying flowers.

Fears: Jane’s driving fear in life and the key to her survival is staying one step ahead of her mysterious captor. She still doesn’t know exactly who or what he was, but she’s convinced that he has bigger plans. This keeps her on the move and unable to sleep soundly through the night. The idea of being captured again (by anyone) truly terrifies her. She doesn’t ever want to be vulnerable like that again. Jane also lives with the guilt of what happened to the other four girls in that makeshift chapel. She feels responsible for their deaths, but she refuses to tell anyone why.

Skills:
Gifted(+5):
-Stealth (petite size, quiet and experience with hiding)
-Persuade (her con artist skills)
Adept(+3):
-Disguise (her con artist skills)
-SERE (camping in the woods, evading police and her otherworldly pursuer)
-Hand-to-Hand (emphasis on self-defence)
Average(+2):
-Awareness (paranoia and vigilance)
- First Aid (avoiding hospitals and doctors)
-Crafting (makeshift weapons and boobytraps)
Novice(+1):
-Foreign Language (took Spanish and German in highschool)
-Criminology (surviving her captor)
-Marksmanship Handguns (self-defense classes)
-Psychology (surviving her captor)

Weaknesses:
Physical= Petite, Not overly athletic, Not intimidating, No serious combat experience.
Mental= Paranoia, Uncomfortable with most men, Uncomfortable with churches, Prone to nightmares.

Off-Duty Clothing/Equipment: (Her ‘persona’ looks may vary)
Clothing: Oversized cardigan over a simple sundress with a cross pendant hanging from a silver chain necklace, paired with a practical pair of flats or white tennis shoes.
Weapons: a small stolen 9mm Luger, a retractable blade and a tazer.
Tools/Equipment: A backpack with her disguises and props as well as some religious items like a vial of holy water, and a travel sized bible.

[Andreyich]

@LeidenschaftSo I was thinking for my journalist his brush with the paranormal would be some fucked up shit for his fraternity, i.e. trying to sacrifice a hobo. Does that sounds good?

[Homosaxophone]

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[FantasyChic]

I, too, like the lawyer route. I have most of it done, but I am sleepy from work so I will finish it tomorrow after school.

[Leidenschaft]

@LeidenschaftSo I was thinking for my journalist his brush with the paranormal would be some fucked up shit for his fraternity, i.e. trying to sacrifice a hobo. Does that sounds good?

@Andreyich

Maybe his school had a long tradition of eldritch worship.

[Tenslashsix]

@Leidenschaft Finished.

Dossier: Margravine Liselle

Name: Margravine Liselle

Age: 32

Gender: Female

Appearance: 5'6", 144 lbs, Symmetrical attractive features. Despite her best efforts to sound gruff Margravine has a sultry tone which is incongruous with her geeky nature.

Margravine IMG

Agency/Organization: CIA Intelligence Collection Analyst. Clearance Level: Secret

Education: BSN (Bachelor of Science in Nursing) and a Minor in cryptology which is how she got the job. Margravine has very little field experience doing most of her work from a computer terminal.

Background: Margravine did not choose the CIA as her first job option. After finishing her bachelors in nursing she needed a job to pay off all of the student loans she had accrued. After applying to several hospitals which did not offer what she considered a fair wage for a BSN employee she received a strange reply. An incidental application to the CIA yielded a well paying job as an intelligence analyst. That was almost eight years ago. Never losing sight of her passion for medical tech she keeps her nursing certification up to date. Even so after years of service in intelligence her cryptology skills and investigation skills have been sharpened nicely. The side benefit of her position and access to restricted data has made it easy to follow her real passion. Some people may call is conspiracy but Margravine believes that the supernatural really does exist. She collects videos and photos from across the world with her access to CIA files and a high level security clearance. With hardly no fieldwork of course none of it is confirmed but she has a variety of intel she believes is true. Now she just has to find a reasonable excuse to be in the field on another Op so she can investigate some of her findings, thinking she will be the first person to prove humans are not alone on the Earth.

Personality: Margravine is naive. She is pursuing the supernatural and occult with a feverish fan-girlesque attitude. Being in intelligence she has seen some terrible things happen that were perpetrated by humankind but all of that was video and photos viewed in the safety of an office. The real world gritty will likely be a harder pill to swallow.

Likes: Sci-fi, Conspiracy Theory (research), Cryptoloy, Medtech, and historical references to creatures that apparently no longer exist.

Dislikes: People who think shes crazy for loving sci-fi so much, the idea that women cannot be effective or reliable field agents, her immediate supervisor who thinks female CIA agents should make coffee for the office, and cats.

Fears: Being forgotten. Margravine has been largely marginalized in her department with the men being shown preferential treatment for advancement and field assignments. She has been effectively banished to a sub-basement server research station for so long she is beginning to suffer from agoraphobia. She wants to get into field work but she is severely concerned that people think she is just the crazy analyst down stairs who stares too long. She is so scared of being irrelevant the first chance she gets there may be a reckless pursuit of usefulness.

Skills:
Gifted(+5): 2 skills
First-aid. (Advanced from BSN), Computer Science
Adept(+3): 3 skills
Awareness, Anthropology, Marksmanship (Handguns)
Average(+2): 3 skills
Law, Surgery, Pursuade
Novice(+1): 4 skills
Disguise, Interrogation, Hand-to-hand, Criminology

Weaknesses: Mild Agoraphobia, Chronic knee pain from a car accident in her early 20's.

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: Stereotypical pants suit for female agents. Complete with tie.
Weapons: Sig Sauer P210 Legend Target 9mm sidearm. Ontario XM-1 tactical folding knife.
Tools/Equipment: Custom rugged case laptop for field services. Medical kit (basic supplies as well as Xstat injectable wound closures, and a few other recent medical gadgets.)

Operational Clothing/Equipment: Nothing that would remove all doubt that you are part of the US military/are American. NATO weaponry is fine, but not required.
Clothing: Generic black & grey multipocketed pants/shirt. Bullet-proof vest underneath and elbow/knee pads, helmet, goggles in reserve if necessary.
Weapons: Sig Sauer P210 Legend Target 9mm sidearm. Margravine is well tested and practiced with hand guns and is more reliable with this than anything.
Tools/Equipment:Custom rugged case laptop for field services. Medical kit (basic supplies as well as Xstat injectable wound closures, and a few other recent medical gadgets.)

[Leidenschaft]

Reginald 'Ren' Coronell, a.k.a 𝔗𝔥𝔢 ℭ𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔎𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔯

^{Reginald 'Ren' Coronell} _{"𝔗𝔥𝔢 ℭ𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔎𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔯"}

𝓔𝔁-𝓭𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮 ‖ 𝓗𝓲𝓽𝓶𝓪𝓷
𝓛𝓲𝓪𝓻 ‖ 𝓒𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼 ‖ 𝓜𝓮𝓻𝓬𝓲𝓯𝓾𝓵
. 𝓢𝓽𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓽𝓱𝔂 ‖ 𝓘𝓶𝓹𝓾𝓵𝓼𝓲𝓿𝓮

_𝔄ge

30

_𝔊ender

Male

_{𝔄ppearance}

Standing at 6'2" and weighing 190 lbs. Ren is just slightly on the lankier side of things -enough to be noticed with some... intimate contact, but easy enough to gloss over from a distance and with enough clothing on. Aside from his most remarkable feature, Ren is otherwise incredibly average -the type of person it's more than easy enough to gloss over because there's not much to grab the attention.
His most striking feature is subtle enough to not even be noticed without close scrutiny: his eyes have a habit of making people very uncomfortable because of something that people often can't figure out until it's pointed out to them. The irises are such a dark color that they are almost impossible to tell apart from the pupil, leaving an uncomfortably large dark void in the center of his eyes. The fact that he doesn't blink terribly often and has no problem maintaining eye contact only further emphasizes it.

Ren is the kind of person that people would have trouble describing as unattractive. His features are sharp, his skin is smooth and clear, and he holds himself confidently. However, more often than not he has dark circles under his eyes from a lack of sleep, his hair ends up in a disheveled mess, and he allows his facial hair to grow out to that uncomfortable length where it can't exactly be called stubble, but isn't quite yet a real beard and mustache yet.
While attractive and uncomfortable are both fitting words to describe Ren based on his appearance, when considering his attitude and mannerisms, most will settle on 'intimidating' if asked to describe him in a word. He holds himself tall, and has a habit of keeping totally still unless actively doing something. He will stare without apology if he finds something interesting, and moves with refined purpose in everything. His mannerisms are that of stereotypical royalty than washed up ex-cop. When he speaks, it is always in a hushed, broken tone, as if he'd just returned from four hours of screaming at the sky, despite the fact that he's never seen raising his voice above his almost rhythmic whispers.

_{𝔒rganization}

Previously a detective with the LAPD

_𝔈ducation

Ren has a bachelor's in Criminal Justice from California State University

_{𝔅ackground}

Ren's life was aggressively average growing up. A white, middle class family in Long Beach raised him as Reginald, simply because they liked the name. He took very little from his family life but a rosy outlook on the world, a curious nature, and a strong belief that there's no such thing as knowledge that's inaccessible. Very much into 'experimentation' in high school resulted in a few close brushes with some less-than legal areas of the internet, but always more of a flirting relationship that never got him into trouble. Then, it was time for Ren to get a university education. When he was a child and asked what he wanted to be when he grew up, he answered 'a powice officew'. So, he attended California State to study Criminal Justice, paying his way with scholarships and a loan from his parents.

The trend of an aggressively uninteresting life continued. He dated in college, messed around with drugs, and got a degree with average grades. Never anything that would make him stand out in a crowd of his peers. A year out of college hopping in between minimum wage jobs and rooming with a similarly uninteresting person, he finally got his 'dream opportunity' to join the LAPD. Five years of work with the police department saw him rising the ranks to become one of LA's most average and forgettable detectives. Ren was content to be in his mediocre position. He made enough money to get by, everyone would make small talk with him, and he didn't have to put in terribly much effort. There was no risk, and very little reward.

This all changed when Ren was partnered with one of his more ambitious fellow detectives on a case. The case looked like your average rape-and-murder that they'd dealt with a thousand times before. As they followed the trail of clues, thanks to some expert sleuthing from Ren's partner, they were lead to a very unusual suspect. Neither detective wanted to even entertain the idea that their own police commissioner was the culprit, but the evidence pointed to him, and him alone. At first Ren insisted that, for the sake of their careers, they drop the matter and call the case closed. His partner insisted they expose the 'ring of corruption' as he so liked to dramatize it, and eventually Ren caved. They took the evidence to higher ups to have the commissioner thrown behind bars. Both were promptly fired and put under heavy threat to never speak of the matter again.

With the sudden upheaval of his financial security, Ren scrambled to find work so he could keep the lights on. Thanks to his very specific focus in school, he had very few options above minimum wage. He turned to private investigative work, but was simply unable to find the clientele needed to pay the bills. Until one day, at the end of his rope, a client came with a very odd request. The client did her best to remain anonymous (not the easiest thing to do when hiring a P.I.), but had plenty of money and was more than happy to pay up front for surveillance work on her ex-husband. The job was all very normal at first, documenting his movement, finding the people he was meeting with. Then Ren was asked by the client to kill the man. Obviously he protested at first, for the simple fact that murder was illegal. The tune of $35,000 solved that issue very quickly.

Ren thought he'd never forget the feeling of killing a man, but he was desperate and needed the money. Once the deed was done and the body was in the harbor, Ren found himself not nearly as shaken up as he should've been. A week of tailing the guy had proven that he was a scummy person. The kind of person that the law should've caught, but never did because he threw enough money the right way. It's amazing what murder will do to the human mind -for Ren, it brought sudden clarity. Money really was all that anyone in the world cared about -he himself proved it by killing a man. Rather than stick to the rules that he used to enforce with the LAPD, Ren decided to embrace just how meaningless they all were.

$35,000 to move from Long Beach to LA, buy a new office and put his name out there as a P.I. That brought in business. Enough business so that people didn't question exactly how Ren was financing his endeavors and expensive taste. And true, much of the money came from his day job as a P.I., just not nearly as much money as his night job brought him. With the proper connections, and looking in the right places on the internet, Ren quickly found that there was no shortage of people in the world who wanted someone dead, and had the money to back it up. Almost two contracts a month for four years racked up quite a body-count, and racked up even more of a bank account.

The bodies piled up and blurred together for Ren. He was by no means a sociopath, he felt and cared as much as anyone else might. He just didn't care about the lives of these John and Jane Does nearly as much as he cared about his own money and notoriety. He could recall vague details from most of his kills, but overall never found any interesting enough to recall in detail -any, save for one. It started as every contract did. A few messages exchanged across the internet, a negotiation of price, all the relevant information. In the dead of night, he made his way into his victims house, and made himself comfortable out of sight. When the man was assured to be asleep, a strip of oral film dosed with a generous application of abrin was inserted into his mouth. Ren then made a cup of coffee, and watched the poison take effect. That was when things took a turn for the...weird.
As the routine always went, the victim spent a good few minutes vomiting up blood, and generally struggling against the restraints he put them in for safety. When the man finally choked to death on his own blood, Ren went to start cleaning up, but was interrupted when a very thick cloud of smoke erupted from the dead man's chest. Where the man was once lying limp in a pool of crimson, he now stood totally pristine, and very angry looking. Ren found himself, in that moment, very glad for the Beretta 92 he had taken to carrying around with him. A few very sloppy silenced shots put his target down again, hopefully for good this time. Allowing his curiosity to get the best of him, he searched the corpse to see if there was any clue as to what the hell happened. Nothing unusual, save for a necklace of hemp cord around the man's neck. Attached to the cord by some very rusty iron fixings was what appeared to be a very rough bone carving, with a symbol that Ren didn't recognize. On a whim, he took the charm and kept it for himself, replacing it with the calling card he left on all of his kills.

Three years into his career as a Private Eye, Ren was contacted again by the LAPD who had fired him so long ago. The police commissioner had been found dead balls deep among a pile of tirty money, heroin, and whores. Evidence all around vindicated both Ren and his ex-partner. He was invited back to help work on a case that was baffling the department -the newspapers dubbed him "𝔗𝔥𝔢 ℭ𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔎𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔯", a serial killer who's body count was in the dozens. Nothing linked the victims save for their dying by Abrin poisoning, and a calling card left behind featuring nothing but a golden crown and a dollar amount, anywhere from 30 to 100 thousand dollars. While Ren refused to officially rejoin the police force, he agreed to help along their investigation as a freelancer. Ren delighted in pursuing himself and leading the police on false leads for no more than a week before he was approached by Steve Foster's team.

_{𝔓ersonality}

One of the most defining points of Ren's personality is that he is a pathological liar. Whether or not it came from the lies required to keep his cover as a hit man, or something else, lying comes second nature to him, sometimes without him even noticing until he says it. Admittedly he isn't the most convincing liar, he can still be very believable if he finds the proper motivation to really spin a tale.

Ren never did bother with therapists and psychiatrists -a waste of good time and money, in his opinion. Some might call his constant mood swings an indicator that he should refer to a professional, but he insists that that's stupid. Generally Ren will waver between calm, low-profile and extremely nihilistic in attitude, and a second, more showy and dramatic attitude, far more positive and encouraging.

While nihilism is an important facet of his personality, he is still driven by his morals as much as he is driven by a disregard for the rules of the world. Ren was always very discerning in his clientele -he refused to take a contract without first assuring himself that the victim was dirty in one way or another. Innocents were never to be harmed, and he kept his kills as humane as possible. Very little mess for loved ones to clean up, minimal pain on death, and respects paid to next of kin via a stack of bills from the contract money. There are some things that repulse him to even consider doing -while he understands that rules really are meaningless so long as you can avoid or deal with the consequences, he has too much respect for his fellow man to do anything truly horrible.

Insatiable curiosity is another important part of what makes Ren who he is. It comes with both his day and night jobs to snoop, and he carries that forward in his life. He enjoys to constantly be learning, and will often stop what he's doing to look something up on the internet if he finds it suitably interesting.

Along with lying and learning, Ren also makes a very frequent habit of flattery. It's very difficult to be in the same room as Ren without feeling your ego inflate. He's not much for tearing people down, and is very forward with pointing out things he likes. While he certainly uses this to his advantage at points, he hates the term 'manipulative', and really just does it because he enjoys it. If that helps him get what he wants along the way, who's complaining?

_𝔏ikes

◦ Mysteries
◦ Telling stories
◦ Musicals
◦ Money
◦ Expensive liquor

_𝔇islikes

◦ Stagnation, boredom
◦ Being called out on a lie
◦ Pain
◦ Being treated as lesser
◦ Overly serious people

_𝔉ears

Ren fears many things. Ren is afraid of being caught by law enforcement and left to rot in a cell. Ren is afraid of being killed or tortured. Ren is afraid of Hell. In spite of these, and many other things, Ren still has put himself on a life path that is extremely likely to lead to all of these things. This is because of his true fear, the driving force in his life that scares him more than anything else. Ren is afraid he will be forgotten, and will do everything in his power to prevent that from happening.

_𝔖kills

◦ Gifted(+5): Stealth, Awareness
◦ Adept(+3): Persuasion, Disguise, Forensics
◦ Average(+2): First aid, Marksmanship (handguns), Law, Criminology
◦ Novice(+1): Psychology, SERE, Interrogation, Marksmanship (long guns)

_{𝔚eaknesses}

While Ren is physically fit overall, and not weak by any stretch of the imagination, he has about as much stamina as a stick of gum. Sprinting short distances, moving objects, scaling walls all prove no problem for Ren, but are nigh-impossible as soon as the task is extended with no period for rest.

Ren is also very much a slave to impulse. He is capable of planning, and adequately prepares for consequences should the situation be properly dire, but should he miscalculate risk or simply not see the big-picture possibilities, he has a habit of getting in over his head in a hell of a mess because he hasn't put in enough thought.

_{𝔒ff Duty Gear}

_Clothing

Ren's usual wardrobe consists of silky button-up shirts in dark reds, with almost identical black slacks and pinstripe black vest, with varying hues of stripes. Ren is almost never seen without a very well worn pair of work boots that might've once been black, but are caked and stained with so much mud and dirt now that it's difficult to tell. A simple black watch adorns his wrist, and around his neck a thin hemp cord can often be seen poking out from his collar. When working a day job, he will carry a small backpack with him, and wear a simple gray windbreaker.

_Weapons

◦ Five Abrin-treated oral strips
◦ Two lethal doses of powdered rosary pea

_{Misc. Equipment}

◦ One well used utility knife
◦ One shiny silver flip-lighter
◦ One charm of unknown occult significance
◦ Three burner cell-phones
◦ One smart-phone
◦ One journal and pen
◦ One deck of cards

_{𝔒perational Gear}

_Clothing

When working a night-job, "𝔗𝔥𝔢 ℭ𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔎𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔯" wears black from head to toe, literally -His face is entirely wrapped in a thin silky black cloth, leaving only his eyes exposed. A black scarf around his neck. black safari jacket with a black hoodie beneath, and a black shirt beneath that. Black pants. Black gloves, and simple black running shoes.

_Weapons

◦ Twenty Abrin-treated oral strips
◦ Five lethal doses of powdered rosary pea
◦ One suppressed Beretta 92, with 16 rounds
◦ One bayonet knife
◦ One Ice Axe

_{Misc. Equipment}

◦ Two rolls of Duct Tape
◦ One shiny silver flip-lighter
◦ One charm of unknown occult significance
◦ Three burner cell-phones
◦ One smart-phone
◦ One journal and pen
◦ One deck of cards
◦ A stack of around 10 business cards, with his Crown logo embossed across the front.

@Homosaxophone

As much as I like this character, there is one issue. The brush with the paranormal has to have been put on record, which is how Steve Foster gets to the people he recruits- the case/mission report gets filed, anomalous things are in record, gets flagged by DG. If no one knows that he is the Crown Killer and his brush with the paranormal happened while he was carrying out his actions under his other persona, then how does Steve Foster know that Reginald is a good candidate for recruitment? As far as anyone knows, even Steve Foster, Reginald is just another detective-turned-PI as he is now and hired guns are a dime a dozen in Steve Foster's world.

An idea would be to have the Commissioner's scandalous dealings be with a cult or connected to one. Once Reginald and his partner gets too close to the conspiracy and has enough evidence, he is blackmailed and thrown out of the PD. Fast-forward to his PI days and a man named Steve Foster is the only one who knows the truth and believes Reginald.

Just throwing that out there, but you can tailor it however you want.

[Elgappa]

@Leidenschaft

Still room?

[Leidenschaft]

@Elgappa'Course!

[Elgappa]

@Leidenschaft
Mhh, still have an old char laying around! French Corrupt Cop, turning Private Investigator, Blackmailed into working for a shady group, befor going insane on his last Job, spending 5 years in an Insane asylum, before Recovering

[Homosaxophone]

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[Leidenschaft]

<Snipped quote by Leidenschaft>

That's no trouble at all. Makes sense in hindsight, really.

The fall of the Police Commissioner was definitely a key point in making 𝔗𝔥𝔢 ℭ𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔎𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔯 who he is, so I'm hesitant to put any occult twist on it. If Ren were consciously aware that there was something going on that isn't just a scummy person getting away with it because he's rich/powerful, he probably never would've even considered becoming 𝔗𝔥𝔢 ℭ𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔎𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔯.

I'm thinking instead that maybe in his time working as a freelancer with the police to find 𝔗𝔥𝔢 ℭ𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔎𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔯 (or, himself), they run across a copycat killer who is caught rather easily because he wants to be caught. Then the copycat killer, who has some occult ties, does something occult-y in a holding cell, which is reported by the police. How does that sound?

@Homosaxophone

That actually sounds good. Try to have it a little more personal for Reginald, like instead of a holding cell, it's while Reginald and his partner are interrogating him/are going to interrogate him. Spits some weird nonsense about the Idiot God dreaming everything up or something before Reginald has to cap him because why the fuck can't I understand whatever language he's speaking, oh my god I have a nosebleed and so do you partner, oh goodness his cuffs are off.

[Homosaxophone]

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[Leidenschaft]

You’ve been lurking for a while, Bing

[Andreyich]

Francesco

Name: Francesco Jacob Holstene and innumerable other aliases, but the most widely used one is "John Doe."

Age: 29

Gender: Harambe the Gorilla spliced with an apache attack helicopter

Appearance: He is 5'11 with deep black hair and penetrating blue eyes. His hair is well-matted and splits on the left side of his head, with a high hairline at the front whilst a low one on the sides. Francesco has a moderately strong chin but it looks much more elongated with his weak cheeks. His eyebrows are thin and scraggly and he has relatively little facial hair to speak of. He has a very lean build; he possess little more strength than the average man but he has flexibility in abundance, with a relatively wide but skinny frame. The man's voice is naturally tenor-bass with a few cracks of alto peeping in, having a smooth leathery quality to it, if possible to imagine. He prefers to dress very "snappily" with impeccable buttoned shirts often of silk, good semi-formal shoes and jeans or black/beige pants.

However, all of these physical descriptions are simply lost on Francesco for the reason he loves to modify himself to hide identity, just in case. He is an expert make-up artist, changing hair colour with dye, eye colour with contact lenses, complexion with various powders, putting on fake mustaches, and other such things even going as far as altering facial structure. He will drastically change his clothing, and will even speak with a radically different tone making him a perfect impersonator or disguiser of himself and those around him if a cameraman is needed.

Pic yo

Agency/Organization: An agent of free-speech, bitch. If there's an Evangelist with a side-chick, he'll find out. If a gay rights activist is a pedophile, he'll find out. If the government is fucking with a minority, he'll find out. The bane of many companies and agencies he's only walking because his Will may or may not contain information to be released upon death. If there's a juicy controversy, something that will make people angry and click a link to his article, he'll find it. If there's a story that will get him money, chances are he'll have it, leading him to working with nearly every mainstream media source or even various fringe sources for more whacky subscribers.

Education: He went through a very normal education, elementary school, high-school, university for a major in journalism and minor and whatever arts he could get with a year in foreign exchange (Canada) and night-school for a Master's in Business Analysis followed. For the last five years he's been a journalist working at first for a mainstream media source, before two years later going independent. From there he's learned much, from evading security guards and police to how to tell when someone's lying.

Background: Francesco was born to a rather normal family in Alexandria Bay, New York. He got raised relatively well, albeit he rebelled against this not because he is naturally rebellious but rather because of the repetitiveness and mundanity of all that was presented to him. Later on in school, he was somewhat bullied, but had other friends to help him through it. In school, things were harder. He became a classic goth after some poor influence and a pretty goth girl that refused his attention set... terms.

However, he graduated, and still didn't get her love, whilst only being alienated from peers and family, not to mention getting into drugs and good marks only by the fact he's a good cheater on tests.

He applied to university for journalism, finally laying off the goth act. However, at this point he was quite socially inadequate. Francesco was repeatedly told to be himself to get friends and others to like him, yet being himself did nothing. Eventually, he decided to join a fraternity. The rite of entry was relatively simple, have dog shit sprayed on you, be beaten senseless and then recite the anthem perfectly backwards with a rodent in your pants. All in a day's work.

However, after the initiation things went... odd. The party that followed was quite good, the drinks were tasty and the girls hot but it got weird. People started pulling out masks and laughing as though somebody pulled out helium or something. They started roaming the streets screaming and swearing and eventually got down an alley. It had a homeless man, trying to sleep but tonight would not be his night. The young people started accosting him and then beating him, all while having those weird fucking laughs. Maybe that's what the balloons were for.

Eventually somebody pullet out a knife and cut the poor bastard open, and everyone just kept laughing and enjoying themselves, even Francesco had a little giggle, despite in his mind knowing how utterly fucked up this all was. Then somebody pulled out his guts, made weird noises as though having a light snack (Francesco was busy throwing up) and then when he turned back they were laidd out in an arch with two lines in it; it looked like a harp or some other cryptic shit the lad couldn't put his finger on. Eventually he got lost amongst the alleys, drunk, confused and with the dawning realization of what happened. The last thing he saw before passing out was some red faced bastard with a horned mask on giggling. When he woke up and returned to the campus, everyone was drunk or passed out, and nobody could seem to remember the things that happened the night prior. Francesco was all calm, realizing that it was all delusions and drunken dreams.

The student went on to a normal day at school, and had forgot all about the party until he went to take off his shoes back in the dorm, to see a bit of bloody skin and ichor covered bits of human stuck in them. He pulled out his phone, opened google maps and moments later ran to the Lutheran church a few blocks away.

While it was far from the major or final thing to cement the personality of Francesco, it did a decent part in making him how he is. He put on a new face, cheerful, exciting, the centre of attention! But he sure as hell knew he wasn't going to be himself anymore. He graduated with near perfect scores, packed his shit and left town to never return again, making his journalistic career.

Several years, jobs, and bits of experience later he is now going to some fuckhole nobody heard of. But hey, juicy shit was happening there with people dying and that's exactly what would get the clicks.

Personality: On the outside, Francesco is ultra-composed. However, internally he is a paranoid wrack of nerves always looking for a catch in an agreement or for someone to be creeping around behind him. There are a few occasional give-aways to this; his swivel quite a lot when he is at work or nervous, and he is always looking at various reflective surfaces like car windows so that it will not be obvious that he may be looking at someone or something.

Likes: Money, music and arts of nearly any variety if played well. Otherwise quite neuter in preferences although from occasion to occasion he will enjoy something else.

Dislikes: Violence (upon him, otherwise it doesn't matter), rudeness and lack of manners. Also relatively neuter in what he does and doesn't like although of course with variations in context.

Fears: It is hard to describe even by Francesco himself what exactly he fears. If forced, the closest thing he could say is a sort of tortured death. Pain long lasting followed by his demise. His story unfinished, his children not yet even grown or existing, no family, his life unaccomplished and his last moments horrid. This is what he truly fears.

Skills:
Gifted(+5): Interrogation, Persuade
Adept(+3): Disguise, Awareness, Stealth
Average(+2): SERE, Tactical Driving, Law
Novice(+1): Forensics, Criminology, Psychology, Computer Science

Weaknesses: Francesco is a very instinctive and impulsive person; if someone unexpectedly opens the door to his room he'll probably already be half-way out the window before the door is fully opened. He has poor sight for which he wears contact lenses (or glasses, depending on the persona he wants to put on) as well as heavily damaged hearing for which he has an in-ear aide. Finally, as said earlier he is horribly paranoid (albeit for good reason) particularly making casual interactions difficult, that being the one of the reasons he is an independent journalist rather than working in an agency.

Off-Duty Clothing/Equipment (identical to "on-duty") : He wears in addition to his clothing, a hidden recorder and button camera upon himself at most times.
Clothing: Whatever the situation and persona he is playing demands, but in the few times he is unafraid and at ease he will generally wear semi-formal clothing practical for any occasion be it a reception or running the hell away from police.
Weapons: He's such a Chad he doesn't need weapons
Tools/Equipment: An expensive camera and dictaphone, pen, paper, a considerable amount of money and credit card, two disposable phones and one proper iphone.