Schaft’s Parade of the Damned

[Leidenschaft]

Name: Lindsey Childers
CIA Alias: Zach

Age/DOB: 32/23FEB1988

Gender: Male

Ht/Wt: 5’9”/146lbs

Appearance

Lindsey, or Zach as he’s mostly known to everyone he meets outside of his small section of cubicles outside of Langley, is a run-of-the-mill Operations Officer. Hell, he’s kind of just a run-of-the-mill human. Not too handsome, not too tall, not too musclebound. A typical nerd you could pass by on the street and think nothing of. That’s precisely why he’s taken part in many intelligence operations in the most sensitive parts of Europe and South America.

He speaks with a medium voice, that sweet-spot between baritone and castrato, a youthful sound emanating somewhat nervously out of his mouth. His eyes are shifty, as if constantly scanning for danger and looking for entries and exits, just in case. He keeps his hand in his pockets, and if they aren’t, they’re usually fidgeting with something.

Profession: Central Intelligence Agency, Directorate of Intelligence, Intelligence Analyst

Security Studies Group (the Program), Office of Operations, Case Officer, Working Group UMBRA

Education: Major in Anthropology, Minor in Political Science, WSU, Washington

Psych Eval: Nervous
Aspergers/High-Functioning Autism
Exceptionally intelligent, recognizes patterns quickly
Slow temper, though not cowardly

Background: Born in Spokane, WA. Straight A Student in High School.
Often bullied in school for his aspergers.
Junior Year, cut a deal with some other kids to do their homework in return for a dollar per assignment, and protection.
Stopped getting bullied, social status heightened. Never had a girlfriend.
Went to WSU, never partied, active in extracurricular clubs devoted to anthropology and foreign relations.
Approached by CIA recruiters.
Once out of school, recruited by CIA and earned a place in Directorate of Intelligence after six months of interviews and vetting.
Met his fiancée, Seth Andersen, in CIA Directorate of Science & Technology.
Picked up by Program after stumbling into raw intelligence dealing with Operation FLUID REACH in West Virginia.
Offered money, pressganged into Program CO for Working Group UMBRA.

Bonds: Parents, Dianne and Robert Childers, still don’t know he’s gay (9)
Fiancée, Seth Andersen (9)
Dusty Kennedy, his friend and part-time bodyguard (9)

Motivations: Being a good analyst
Protecting the public
Protecting his team

Fears: Fear and anxiety of failure
Being responsible for the deaths of civilians
Being responsible for the deaths or failure of his team, and their mission

(73 points to spread out within these attributes)

HIT POINTS: 38
STRENGTH: 11 (Average)
DEXTERITY: 12 (Average)
STAMINA: 15 (Perfect Health)
BUREAUCRACY: 4 (Up to Major Expense)
INTELLIGENCE: 18 (Brilliant)
WILLPOWER: 17 (Indomitable)
SAN/BREAKING POINT: 85 | BrkPnt: 68
POWER: 85

BUR 4 = (Major) $6000-$30,000 - A big-ticket item such as a heavy weapon, a professional-level forgery, or a new vehicle is an option only in a high-priority mission or for very wealthy Agents. This is also the level of expense for exceptional or rare items like a stay in a private villa for a week, or access to an exclusive charity event.

Skills:
Gifted(70-80): SIGINT 76
Adept(50-69): HUMINT 64 | Marksmanship 54 | Hand to Hand 54 | Spycraft 67 | Awareness 50 | Anthropology 65 | History 51
Average(30-49): Subterfuge 40 | Computer Science 40 | Criminology 49 | SERE 40 |
Novice(20-29):

Languages: Russian 50
Spanish 50
Portuguese 40

Special Training:
Demolitions/EOD - Blast Forensics (INT)
Deep Knowledge - Human Trafficking (INT)
Deep Knowledge - Weapons Proliferation/Counterproliferation (INT)

Weaknesses: Aspergers - While he is highly intelligent and very good at noticing patterns in raw intelligence, his placement on the Autism Spectrum makes it hard for him to recognize social cues

ADAPTATIONS:
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: While it may look like he wears the same clothes every day, he actually has a rotating set of the same few outfits. His sensory issues make it hard for him to shop for clothing, so when he finds what works, he buys plenty.

When he absolutely has to, he can stuff himself into anything, but he sure as hell does not like it.
Weapons: As long as it does not break his cover, he carries a Glock 19 9mm and a folding knife
Tools/Equipment:

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: If he can find a way to just throw on a plate carrier over his street clothes, he will. He’s gotten used to Crye combat clothing, but it is never his first choice.
Weapons: In addition to his Glock 19 and folding knife, he also carries a B&T TP9 9mm submachine gun
Tools/Equipment:

[Leidenschaft]

Name: Dusty Kennedy
CALLSIGN: Mag, short for both Magellan and Cro-Mag. Two different stories.

Age/DOB: 33/12AUG1987

Gender: Male

Ht/Wt: 6’6”/235lbs

Appearance

There isn’t a lot to Dusty. If you took him at face value, you’d be almost dead-on. Doesn’t take Sherlock Holmes to see why he was nicknamed Cro-Mag. With a face like a slab of tough meat, a neck thick as a bull’s, and shoulders broad enough to brush both sides of the doorway, he has an impressive figure and demeanor that is intimidating to some.

Contrasted with Lindsey, they’re polar opposites in almost every way. He doesn’t speak much, but when he does, you might be a little taken aback by his voice. Not squeaky, but almost the same tenor as Lindsey, something he used to be a little insecure about. Because of this insecurity, he’s cultivated the image of a massive brute. Which, almost backfires the moment he opens his mouth.

Like most in his line of work, he saves his energy for when the real things need doing. You’ll usually find him endlessly looking at his phone at something no one’s ever really sure about. Some say it’s pictures of the terrorists, cultists, and anybody else he’s killed. It wouldn’t be that much of a stretch. He’s protective about it though.

Profession: US Army, Special Forces, 3rd SFG(A)

Central Intelligence Agency, Global Response Staff

Security Studies Group (the Program), Office of Operations, Working Group UMBRA

Education: GED

Psych Eval: Aggressive personality
Diagnosed w/ Depression
Otherwise polite
Slightly introverted

Background: Born in Oklahoma to a drug addict mother and an absent father.
Expelled from High School at 15, instigated fight with other student. Cited other students’ homophobia as the reason.
Mother dies from drug overdose at 17.
Gets GED, joins Army, 18x contract.
Serves 8 years, Afghanistan.
Transitions to Africa in 2015, operations against Boko Haram.
Program picks his file up after an incident in Somalia.
Developed anxiety around mirrors after a Program operation looking into a black site gone dark.
Taken out of field operations temporarily, given job as close protection to Case Officer Lindsey Childers.

Bonds: His phone (8)
His sister, Lt. Ashley, US Army (8)
Zach, his friend and “Principal” (8)

Motivations: Making sure the Program succeeds
Protecting his friend, Zach the Spook
Anything for a sense of control

Fears: Is the world just doomed?
Seeing Zach die, or worse, being responsible for it
Losing control of his life, ending up like his mother

HIT POINTS: 47
STRENGTH: 17 (Huge)
DEXTERITY: 13 (Nimble)
STAMINA: 17 (Tireless)
BUREAUCRACY: 2
INTELLIGENCE: 10 (Average)
WILLPOWER: 16 (Strong-willed)
SAN/BREAKING POINT: 80/64
POWER: 80

Skills:
Gifted(70-80): Marksmanship 77 | Hand to Hand 76 | Awareness 74
Adept(50-69): Military Science, Sea 67 | SERE 67 | Military Science, Land 60 | Interrogation 56 | Spycraft 56 | Stealth 66 | Demolitions/EOD 53 | Artillery 50
Average(30-49): Tactical Driving 40 | HUMINT 40 | SIGINT 40 | Craft - Engine Mechanics 40 | First Aid 40 | Subterfuge 48
Novice(20-29):

Languages: Arabic 50

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

Weaknesses: Short-tempered - Prone to moods of anger or seclusion, highly argumentative, somewhat impulsive

Totemic revulsion - Mirrors

ADAPTATIONS:
Violence: Adapted
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: Tees in neutral tones, or band tees, mostly hardcore or metal bands. Jeans, bdu pants, or sweatpants. Moccasin shoes, or Converse.
Weapons: Glock 19 9mm, folding knife, fixed blade knife
Tools/Equipment:

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: Tees, jeans or bdu pants, Converse or combat boots
Crye JPC plate carrier
Team Wendy EXFIL helmet or ball cap
Weapons: AK or AR platform rifles
SIG MPX SMG 9mm
Glock or HK pistols
Tools/Equipment: See TOOLS OF THE TRADE-SPECIAL OPERATOR

[Leidenschaft]

::CLEARANCE REQUIRED- DELTA GREEN::
::MAY ONLY BE VIEWED BY CLEARED PERSONNEL::
((TS/SCI/DG/X1//NOFORN))

(U//FOUO)

Dossier: Donnelley, Joseph

Name: Joseph Donnelley, Joseph Blaine, Jonas Blaine

First-Name/Last-Name Alias (CIA): Joseph(/Jonas) Blaine

Past Aliases: Sr Special Agent John Davidson, FBI CCRSB
Vasily Isaev

Age/DOB: 44/12MAR1976

Gender: Male

Height/Weight: 6’/193

Appearance:

Hider

Not what most think of when they hear the word 'international spy for the CIA.' Perhaps that's the point all along. Not dashing, not suave, but dark in his way, he stands at an even 6', 180lbs of lean muscle, and always moves deliberately until it's time for action. Two bullet wounds can be seen, paler than the rest of his skin, just under his ribs on his left side. He walks with the slightest limp and grimace whenever signs of rain start to show. His voice has traces of Texan in the words when he isn't trying to mask it and he always speaks in a measured tone. This coupled with his natural deliberate demeanor as well as resting sad-smile'd, kind-eye'd face gives the impression of a stern man, stern but fair.

His blue eyes are nothing if not a little disarming and only adds to the calm air about him. He has had years and years of practice to keep a straight face even when his thoughts are screaming and heart is racing, after all, in the games of life and death that are so common in his line of work, it's at least good if you can fake it until you make it. A team leader should be the last one to tuck tail and panic. A gaunt face with a burn scar that descends down his neck from an accident where his vehicle had been caught on fire somewhere in Chechnya lends a sort of sad air to the man that the endless war against the inevitable has created. Under the sad smile, the bonds he creates, everything, he knows one day this life will come to a nasty end for him. It doesn't mean he'll make it easy for the bastards. Like a street dog bearing its teeth at falling bombs.

Profession: CIA Directorate of Operations, Paramilitary Operations Officer, SAC/SOG Ground Branch

The Program(Officially, Security Studies Group), Office of Operations, Team Lead - Working Group UMBRA

Education: A sum of 20 years in the military; the US Army Rangers, SFAS, then SFQC to earn a place in the Green Berets. 8 years in the CIA.

Background: Joseph Donnelley joined the Army when he was eighteen, a young whippersnapper and son of a motorcycle mechanic, out of Texas with a need to prove to himself that he could be more than what he was. He always figured that the Army would be his only way out of the shithole town he'd lived in in rural West Texas. Being one of only a very small group of kids that liked skateboarding and angry music instead of standing around and listening to country in a parking lot had seen him getting into a fair few scraps in his time, only serving to toughen him up even moreso when his father wasn't around to do it himself. It was because of his father's alcoholism and uncontrolled PTSD from his tours in Vietnam that had seen Joseph embarking on his early life of drugs, crime, and rotten debauchery rather than stay home. Eventually this all culminated into him joining a Hardcore Crew, what amounted to the Hardcore Punk scene's motorcycle clubs and street gangs. It would take him the loss of his best friend to a drive-by shooting in Dallas and his girlfriend overdosing on heroin that had him finally realizing his plans of joining the military.

His initial four-year contract being up, in which he attended the US Army Airborne School, he returned to his small Texas town to become a Sheriff's deputy with a hard head and an even harder ass, apparently. It was around this time that he became known endearingly as Robocop among the town kids, with which he always tried to maintain a rapport with. He was famous in his little Texas town for being Sherriff Gracy's golden boy, trying to clean up the county on his lonesome. Around this time he'd met a girl named Holly French, and as they say, the rest is history. Though, his reputation as a risk-taking, motivated individual was obviously not what a small town Sheriff's department needed, and so after only two years as a Deputy he re-enlisted at the behest of Sheriff Gracy and a couple of his friends, promising to Holly that he would stay safe.

This time around, Joseph had an easier go of things, but Joseph had a reputation for proving to himself that he could be more than he was. He attended RIP, the Ranger Indoctrination Program, and passed with colors. He spent these four years as a US Army Ranger and was deployed to Afghanistan following the War on Terror, in which he knew that the promise made to Holly was now out of his hands and right into God's own. He took part in fifty raids over the course of two combat rotations, assisting Green Beret ODAs, SEAL teams and Delta Force. He reenlisted directly after his four years were up and requested a slot in SFAS, in which he again struggled through the grueling two-year selection process and spent the following 4 years in Washington, his new home, with the 5th Special Forces Group deployed to Afghanistan.

On one fateful day, CIA spook William Long would arrive at his isolated FOB nestled in the Afghan mountains. The briefing told him that his ODA and the indigenous fighters they'd gathered around themselves would be helping William carry out his mission of making contact with one Bazir al-Khalwadi, a tribal leader among the reclusive Wadi clan. The specifics of this mission were not told to Special Forces Intelligence Sergeant Joseph Donnely, but like any good soldier, he did what needed doing. The section of Joseph Donnely's dossier dealing with this operation is highly classified, but Donnely knew they had illegally crossed the Pakistani border by the time they had found their target. Nestled in the tribal areas of northern Pakistan, they found the village and the asset. From his binoculars, he saw them dancing around him, heard the faint sounds of their singing and chanting and screaming, the cacophony somehow making his head hurt even from such a distance. What was worse was he felt like he was starting to understand it more the longer they watched through their binoculars.

He saw the Pakistani chief tied down to a block of stone so black almost as to be made of void itself. He saw them put the knife to Bazir's throat and saw the man's neck open. He saw them butcher his corpse and paint with his blood. Long read off coordinates and a glint in the sky showed the speck high above them, a predator drone. Two missiles leveled that tiny village and made a crater of the mountainside it was on. They trekked back to the FOB, not speaking of what they saw. He couldn't sleep though, he could've swore he saw that block of stone start to change shape, bending and warping just enough to be noticed before dust and rocks and carnage flew up from the initial impact of that first JDAM. Ask Joseph about his time in Afghanistan and he will harden up, wishing they didn't stop at just two of the big bombs. “If it were up to me, those mountains would be bombed to sand.”

He came back to Washington a changed man. The Army may have made him more serious, more “mature”, but that operation in the Pakistani mountains made him distant and cold. At least, that's the way Holly put it to him. He began to grow increasingly violent with each night where sleep was somewhere far off and away. Holly put it in no uncertain terms that she was leaving after an incident at their daughters' school led to him having to be escorted off the premises by school security. He came under fire from his NCOIC and was told that if he didn't shape up, he would no longer find any place among the ODAs. He said the promise, the words left his mouth, but they were hollow. With Holly gone, he turned to the bottle most nights.

In 2010, his enlistment would be up. He wasn't as bothered now by what he saw in the Pakistani mountains those years ago, chocking it up to the stresses of the long march and witnessing the brutal display before him. Even so, he still has to take his medication some nights, and he still might drink and think and fool himself one more time. Those gibbering chants and screams would haunt his dreams, and on those nights, he refused to sleep. Dreams brought him back there, and back there was a place he never wanted to go. Even so, a quiet and peaceful life was not what he was searching for either. He was approached by CIA recruiters and has been involved with clandestine operations in Eastern Europe, North Africa and Central Asia- with a very specific personal request that he stay away from operations that would take him to Pakistan. In 2017, his home a dingy apartment in Turkey and office-space a warehouse being used as a CIA blacksite for less-than-legal interrogations, he was called back stateside for the first time in seven years, where he was told he would once again be working with Case Officer Steve Foster for the first time since Somalia- his first one of two prior operation under the cases with clearance level “DELTA GREEN.” The prospect did not delight him.

After the events of the West Virginia Case, officially Operation FLUID REACH, he was recommended to a Case Officer position, but turned it down. Recently, Donnelley has once again gotten the call from Delta Green to stand up his old team, Working Group UMBRA. Like any dutiful agent, he answered. How he feels about it might be another story.

Personality: Joseph grew up in the good ol' countryside of West Texas to an alcoholic, 'Nam vet father and a mother too scared to leave but too timid to defend herself. Joseph vowed that he would make something of himself and not end up like his Vietnam-vet father. That thick shell of spite and anger propelled him like a bullet through a life of hard partying and, later on, high-risk careers.

Now though, at the creaky age of 44, he's starting to feel the years in his joints. The mind is still there, albeit tempered by years of experience in the Rangers and the Green Berets, but the mind wanders to old places at times. He's still ready and able to kick doors or interrogate targets, and has never had qualms with bending the rules to get the right guy or achieve the objective. The way he sees it, you can't ask a man to live with the pigs and then expect him to not get muddy. The law smiles on means, he smiles on results. With his time in the CIA to foster an even darker and unfettered side of this rule-bending he so loved to justify, he no longer attaches any pretense of a “just war.” With the things he's seen, he knows there is only one right thing and one wrong thing in this war; it is right to win and it is wrong to lose.

After witnessing the bureaucracy and yellow tape hinder so many operations and kill good men just trying to serve their country in the field, he has grown thoroughly disillusioned with the images of grandeur and hyper-competent shadow killers that dust terrorists and cult leaders as easy as breathing. In his words, “We were wrong to think we could shoulder everything. We thought we were supermen. Delta Green, four agents could replace an entire army. How fucking wrong.”

Despite this, so to speak, he imagines Sisyphus happy. He knows that if it isn't him doing this dirty work to keep humanity living blissfully ignorant to the truth of just how close to doom they are, it would just be somebody else. That just wouldn't do any good, though, he doesn't trust anybody else with this burden.

When nervous situations arise, he may respond by trying at bits of odd humor. It was always a good practice to try to laugh before an operation and he keeps that as a tradition to this day. After a very long time both in the service and the agency, the man behind the shell of spite and anger has been starting to peek through the cracks and gouges. He shakes hands with rebel leaders and crooked generals, he wears smiles in the boardrooms as easily as frowns in the interrogation rooms. The world may need bad men, but the side of him that isn't devoted to the agency wished he made friends more and yearns for the old days of the ODAs and the Ranger Battalions. Wished he was a better father, wished he was a better husband. Wished he would've punched his father and hugged his mother more. Anyhow, he's here now, nothing to do but the mission.

Bonds: Holly and Tilly Grier, formerly Donnelley; Ex-wife and child. Divorced and re-married to some pencil pusher in a cubicle. Only contact is through email following up on child support payments. Estranged from daughter. (Bond 7)

Hank Gracy, Former Sheriff of Donnelley’s hometown and the surrounding county, as well as former colleague when Joseph was a Deputy. Still send emails to each other every now and then and he attended Gracy’s wife’s funeral. The closest thing he had to a good father for years. (Bond 7)

His motorcycle, an Indian Chief Cruiser given to him by his father in an effort to make up for a childhood of abuse. One of the few things he was allowed to keep after his divorce. (Bond 7)

His DG Team. (Bond 7)

His Uncle Ted, one of the only true father figures he’s had in his life, and the man that raised him. (Bond 7)

Motivations: Never letting Tilly, his daughter, down
Diplomacy between him and his ex-wife’s new family
Survival of humanity at all costs
Doing what no one else should have to

Fears: Joseph's only family he knows now are the teams he's placed with. No matter how long it takes, he will bond with them over something, and they will start to like each other at best or have a grudging respect at worst. Either way, his biggest fear is the day he fails them. Walks them into an ambush, causes their death due to his incompetence, watches them being swallowed slowly by the maddening things some cruel universe permits or is helpless in letting exist.

He also fears going mad himself, a bullet kept in a safe place just for that day. He knows it will come for him one day, if the things he fights don't get to him first. He's seen it happen to many in his line of work, but seeing it so many times hasn't dulled the sharp pain from each one.

He knows that his daughter is out there somewhere, his wife with a better man. Both of them part of a family he will never get to see and with smiles he now can only get from them in memories. He has access to the world's most advanced database and every mean on the planet to find them. But seeing them happy, no, letting them see him as he is now. It would kill him just as cruelly as the things he's put down.

He’s also existentially terrified of the day that Delta Green fails. The one defeat snuffing out a line of victories, and that’s all they’ll need. He wishes he could be an atheist, wishes he could pray to a God. But he knows God is real. He’s coming back. And Joseph is going to be waiting for him with a gun.

The last bullet kept for himself.

HITPOINTS: 42
STRENGTH: 15 (Muscular)
DEXTERITY: 10 (Average)
STAMINA: 17 (Tireless)
BUREAUCRACY: 4
INTELLIGENCE: 15 (Perceptive)
WILLPOWER: 14 (Strong-Willed)
SAN: 70 | 56

Skills:
Gifted(80): Awareness 80 | Marksmanship 80 | Spycraft 84
Adept(60-79): SERE 66 | Hand-to-Hand 77 | Interrogation 69 | Military Science - Land 69 | HUMINT 70
Average(30-59): Tactical Driving 43 | Military Science - Sea 40 | Breaking-and-Entering 49 | Subterfuge 53
Novice(10-29): Engine Mechanics 22 | Artillery 13 | SIGINT 26 | Computer Science 25 | Unnatural 14

Languages:(Arranged from Fluent - Rudimentary) Pashto 50, Urdu 40, Turkish 30

Special Training:
Deep Knowledge of Subculture - Jihadism (INT)
Deep Knowledge of Subculture - Gunrunners and Illegal Arms (INT)
Ride - Horse (DEX)
Military Freefall HALO/HAHO (DEX)

Weaknesses: Unscrupulous – Once on the job, his personality makes him almost single-minded in completing the mission, no matter the lengths to which he must go. This has put him at ends with higher-ups multiple times, as well as many a missed meal and sleepless night.

Insomnia – He has night terrors some nights if he goes to bed without taking his medication.

Slight depression/PTSD - His experiences in life have left something of an impression upon him. Because of this, some nights he drinks and thinks until he sleeps. If he sleeps. An acute episode is triggered by reminders of past traumas he has suffered or inflicted.
In an acute episode, the Handler chooses one effect: He either reacts violently to threats only the he perceives, or suffers an acute depressive episode.

Aches & Pains – He lost a small bit of flexibility in his left ankle, as well as right shoulder from breakage. He won't be running six minute miles anytime or lifting logs over his head, but he can still pull a trigger and push a sewing needle under someone's fingernails when kind gestures don't work. (-10 to DEX tests)

Addiction (Alcohol) - Going 24 hours without becoming at least slightly intoxicated incurs a loss of 1d6 WP, every 24 hours without feeding the addiction. At 2 or fewer WP, will do irrational, self destructive things to feed the addiction. Losing 2+ SAN in any single roll triggers an acute episode, an overwhelming need. Feeding it usually imparts a −20% penalty to stats and skills for a few hours due to intoxication or distraction.

ADAPTATIONS:
Violence: ADAPTED
Helplessness:

Off-Duty Clothing/Equipment:
Clothing: Band t-shirt or shirt of neutral color and zip-up or pullover hoodie, jeans, sneakers. May or may not don his Thrasher cap.
Weapons: He carries a folding knife (1d4+1) and an FN FNH40. (1d10, 10% Lethality)
Tools/Equipment: A wallet with fabricated ID and/or legal identification if his possession of that doesn’t breach OpSec. 500 dollars in the local currency. A leatherman multi-tool. Pen light. Notepad and pen. Ziptie handcuffs, 4.
Misc.: His medication, a pack of cigarettes, 3 lighters, a seemingly neverending flask of bourbon, communications earpiece, bluetooth headset connected to his encrypted team smartphone.

Operational Clothing/Equipment:
Clothing: In urban areas, he dons a black or band t-shirt with jeans and low-profile tactical shoes or simple sneakers. Black Mechanix gloves, balaclava, plate carrier w/ Lvl lV plates w/ “NIGHT TIME IS THE RIGHT TIME” morale patch (5 Armor)

lightweight high-cut ballistic helmet (+1 to existing Armor) or a Thrasher cap depending on where the current outing falls on the sliding scale of stakeout to shitshow. Black pullover hoodie if things get chilly. Wouldn't be complete without a sleek pair of shades.

In non-urban environments, he wears clothing with tiger-stripe camo patterns befitting the environment in accordance with Ground Branch uniform.

Weapons: An AAC Honey Badger with a canted foregrip, Aimpoint micro and a PEQ infrared laser sight, suppressor attached when needed, single-point sling, PDW or assault rifle length barrel depending on expected distance of engagements. (1d10DMG, 10% Lethality)

Serbu Super Shorty 12 gauge shotgun, ‘DYNAMIC ENTRY’ scratched into the barrel, loaded with slugs. (2d10 at 1-10m, 1d10 10m+, 10% Lethality)

An FN FNH40. (1d10DMG, 10% Lethality)

Fixed blade knife (1d6+1)
4 flashbang grenades (STUN, 10m radius)
4 fragmentation grenades(15% Lethality, 10m kill radius).
Tools/Equipment: NVGs, flashlight, pen flares, and chemlights for when night time is the right time. Leatherman multi-tool, ziptie handcuffs, 10.
Misc.: Maps of the area, a compass, markers, pens, first aid equipment, a pack of cigarettes, two-way comm headset/earpro. Laptop or tablet cleared for TS/SCI/DG. MBITR radio with 5590 battery for longer range and power.

::CLEARANCE REQUIRED - DELTA GREEN::
::MAY ONLY BE VIEWED BY CLEARED PERSONNEL::
((TS/SCI/DG/X1//NOFORN))

[Leidenschaft]

Delta Green: The PLUTO Connection, Occult Action and Intrigue

"We're the only ones who understand that you can't understand...

...And that's all you need to fucking know..."

-Donald Poe, USMC (Ret.) aka Agent ALPHONSE

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

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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

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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, former or active duty military, or a career criminal with a history of working for the law to cut a deal. Joseph Donnelley 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 investigations of the cases 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, nor does it give you leads and clues. 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 Washington State, and all the way down to Juarez, Mexico, and beyond.

Over the course of the RP, questions may arise. Who is Steve Foster? Who am I really working for? 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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What Is Delta Green?

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.

tl;dr - Delta Green was a government program born of the US government's raid on the degenerate coastal town of Innsmouth, Massachusetts. Dissolved during the Vietnam War in 1969 following a disastrous and unsanctioned raid in Cambodia, Delta Green post-1970 is an illegal, unsanctioned conspiracy of military personnel, federal agents, and capable and exceptional civilians that investigate and dispose of preternatural threats to the US and the world as a whole. Officially reinstated in late 2001 as 'The Program' and tasked to investigate, recover, and/or destroy preternatural threats to the US, Delta Green often achieves these high ideals with low methods.

"...as criminal an enterprise as all the conspiracies and blacker-than-black military projects that came before it."

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::USEFUL LINKS::
TS//SCI//DG//NOFORN
(U//FOUO)
DG PLAYER DOCS

Inside is the link to the CS, and to the DG Quick Rules. You are not obligated to recognize every single rule, but these are provided within the Google Drive folder for quick and easy reading to refresh your memory. Also within the DG PLAYER DOCS folder are various DG reading material published by the creators of DG to help you brainstorm and craft your character, and get a feel for the game.

::TEAM ROSTER —- WORKING GROUP - PALADIN::
::CASE OFFICER::
DONNELLEY, JOSEPH | M | CIA DIRECTORATE OF OPERATIONS, SPECIAL ACTIVITIES CENTER/SPECIAL OPERATIONS GROUP (GROUND BRANCH), PARAMILITARY OPERATIONS OFFICER

::TEAM LEADER::

::WORKING GROUP - PALADIN::

::KIA PERSONNEL::