[DELTA GREEN] - Eight PISCES Pre-gens

 

 

> BRUNO DVORACK, 29YOA, ex-Immigration Enforcement Officer
STR 13, CON 13, DEX 12, INT 12, POW 11, CHA 11
HP 13, WP 11, SAN 55, BP 44
Bonds: Parents 11
Football buddies 11
Arsenal Football Club 11
Ex-Wife 11
Motivations: Help people, particularly the underdog
Protect Britain
Be English
Don't be foreign
"No, I'm not bloody Polish!"
Skills: Anthropology 40%, Alertness 60%, Bureaucracy 40%, Criminology 40%, Drive 50%, First Aid 30%, Foreign Language (Czech) 40%, Foreign Language 40% (Player’s Choice) 40%, History 30%, HUMINT 50%, Law 30%, Melee Weapons 50%, Navigate 40%, Occult 30%, Persuade 40%, Search 60%, Unarmed 60%
Attacks: Unarmed 60%, 1D4
ASP baton 50%, 1D6+1
PAVA spray 55%, special
Firearms 20%, varies
Description: You’re big and bulky and have a beard that doesn’t suit you. Out in the field you wear leather jackets and baseball caps. You used to work out, lift weights. Now you just drink beer and play five-a-side football with the lads. You are truly English.
Background: Your parents escaped Czechoslovakia, got to England as refugees. Yet they wanted to keep their old culture, their own traditions. You grew up despising it. They thought you were Czech. You knew you were English. You did a few wage-slave jobs before joining Border Force, got a job as an Immigration Enforcement officer, tracking down and arresting illegals.
It wasn’t a nice job. Made you sad. The day you were going to hand in your notice one of the Central Asian guys you picked up at an illegal sweatshop in Surrey suddenly coughed up a worm – a 6’ worm with teeth. You beat it to death with a nearby fire extinguisher. PISCES were impressed.

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> JACK MORTIMER, 44YOA, ex-Undercover Cop
STR 10, CON 10, DEX 10, INT 13, POW 11, CHA 15
HP 10, WP 11, SAN 65, BP 56
Bonds: A cell-phone full of old flames 15
That delivery rider who drops off your curry order on Sunday nights 15
The son of the first man I killed, who thinks I was his dad’s best friend 15
Motivations: Try to stay clean
Do the right thing, whatever that is
Never get attached to anything you can’t drop in 30 seconds
Burn, bang and bugger ‘em all
Disorders: Adapted to Helplessness
Skills: Alertness 80%, Criminology 80%, Disguise 60%, Dodge 50%, Drive 50%, Firearms 40%, HUMINT 60%, Law 30%, Melee Weapons 50%, Occult 20%, Persuade 60%, Pharmacy 40%, Search 60%, Stealth 60%
Attacks: Knuckle Dusters 40%, 1D4
Knife 50%, 1D4, 3AP
Firearms 40%, varies
Description: You’re a skinny guy, not too handsome, but certainly not ugly. People say you have a trustworthy face. They don’t have a clue. These days you drink and smoke more than is healthy, but at least you’ve got off the skag – the needle tracks in your arms were killing you.
Background: You were born in south London, joined the police for the excitement: detective, vice, drugs, then undercover. You lived separate lives – the good you, the copper; the bad you, the criminal. You hurt people. Seduced people. Even killed people. You didn’t even realize you weren’t working for the police until seven years in. Somewhere along the line the handler changed. PISCES poached you. Finally they told you the truth. And by then you’d seen too much.
Playing Mortimer: You are two personalities shifting on a whim – the good and the bad. The good still feels guilt at the things he’s done. The bad revels in them. When you reach your breaking point the two sides split completely: take Dissociative Personality Disorder. Which one’s the real you and which is the alternate? For the break point after that you spiral back into Addiction: Heroin.

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> CHRISTINE “CHRIS” LEE, 32YOA, ex-Tax Inspector
STR 10, CON 11, DEX 15, INT 15, POW 11, CHA 10
HP 11, WP 11, SAN 44, BP 33
Bonds: Husband 10
Son 10
Parents 10
Southwark Wing Chun Association 10
Motivations: Go home at night to my family
Keep fit and healthy to control one's body
Protect people from the Unnatural
Never be captured again
Disorders: Things Man Was Not Meant to Know; Phobia: Very Enclosed Spaces
Skills: Accounting 50%, Alertness 40%, Athletics 70%, Bureaucracy 50%, Computer Science 50%, Criminology 60%, Dodge 40%, Foreign Language (Player’s Choice) 50%, HUMINT 60%, Law 50%, Occult 30%, Persuade 80%, Unarmed Combat 80%, Unnatural 10%
Attacks: Unarmed 80%, 1D4
ASP Baton 30%, 1D6
PAVA spray 75%, special
Firearms 20%, varies
Description: You’re second-generation Cantonese-Chinese Welsh, 5’3” in high-heels, with big glasses and a fondness for cute-kitsch. People underestimate you; not just because you’re a woman or have an incongruous Welsh accent but because you look about ten years younger than you are. You work out religiously, following a strict regimen of callisthenics, cardio and Wing Chun kung-fu.
Background: Your parents owned a Chinese takeaway in Cardiff, wanted you to be a doctor like your brother. You did the next best thing: became a tax inspector for HMRC. Got married. Had a kid. Settled into the grind. A couple years back a file passed across your desk; some crank religious group refusing to cough up their income tax. You looked into it. They kidnapped you. Put you… somewhere. Did… things to you. PISCES rescued you and burned the place down. Now you work for them, to make sure no one else has to suffer the same.
Playing Lee: You have claustrophobia; a fear of enclosed spaces. You can stomach an elevator, so long as you close your eyes and sweat. Anything smaller and you’ll be scratching at the walls. You’d rather die than remember going back in the box those animals put you in. Die or kill.

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> PIPPA FAIRLEY-VERNEL, 29YOA, PISCES Scientist
STR 11, CON 13, DEX 11, INT 18, POW 11, CHA 08
HP 12, WP 11, SAN 55, BP 44
Bonds: Daddy, who’s in jail 08
Scientists at Severn Aerospace 08
Gigolos 08
MENSA 08
Motivations: Learn and understand
Experiment and overcome
Keep yourself from getting bored (and shooting yourself, like Mummy)
Skills: Accounting 50%, Anthropology 40%, Bureaucracy 40%, Computer Science 40%, Forensics 40%, Foreign Language (Player’s Choice) 40%, History 50%, Persuade 40%, Pharmacy 40%, Science (Chemistry) 60%, Science (Biology) 50%, Science (Physics) 50%
Attacks: Unarmed 40%, 1D4-1
ASP Baton 30%, 1D6
PAVA spray 55%, special
Firearms 20%, varies
Description: You’re a Rubenesque woman who likes flowery clothes and has a mouth with far too many higgledy-piggledy teeth. When you smile it’s like an unkempt cemetery. You’re very hands on, always touching and prodding things – and people too.
Background: Daddy worked for Severn Aerospace; mummy shot herself, out of boredom apparently. After university Daddy got you a job in the company. It was only a few months before your big brain worked out exactly what Severn Aerospace was dabbling in. Daddy went to jail after he bit a policeman and a bug came out of his head. PISCES offered you a position immediately. They need big brains like you. If you don’t understand the enemy, how can you fight it?
Playing Pippa: You’re incredibly intelligent but socially awkward. You probably say the wrong things at the wrong time. You can ask for an INTx5 roll from the Handler if you want to work out if something might be a bad idea – particularly when everyone else wants to kick down the door and you think it’s best to hang back.

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> MADAN RANA, 26YOA, ex-Gurkha Rifles
STR 17, CON 12, DEX 11, INT 10, POW 12, CHA 07
HP 15, WP 12, SAN 55, BP 48
Bonds: Grandfather in Nepal 07
Your betrothed in Nepal 07
Ex-Brigade friends 07
Highgate Hindu Temple 07
Motivations: Live for honor
Die for honor
Serve as your ancestors would demand
Protect PISCES’ secrets to your last breath
Disorders: Adapted to Violence
Skills: Alertness 50%, Athletics 50%, Bureaucracy 30%, Drive 40%, Firearms 40%, First Aid 40%, Foreign Language (English) 40%, Heavy Weapons 40%, Melee Weapons 70% Military Science (Land) 40%, Navigate 40%, Occult 20%, Unarmed Combat 50%
Attacks: Unarmed 50%, 1D4+2
Kukri 70%, 1D8+2
ASP baton 70%, 1D6+2
PAVA spray 60%, special
Firearms 40%, varies
Description: You are a Nepali Hindu, short and lithe. Under your clothes you’re muscle piled on muscle. People sometimes say you’re too quiet or think you don’t understand what they’re saying, but you do. You just like to listen, to watch, to weigh up the situation. Then you make your move.
Background: You were born in the foothills of Nepal to a family who provided four generations of soldiers to the British. Each year thousands apply for the honor of enlisting. Only thirty or so make it. And you, raised on war stories from your father and grandfather, were one of them. You joined the Gurkha Rifles. Served with distinction. And then four years ago someone noticed your name and the tattoo on your arm. They told you your grandfather was in a special division called PISCES. Would you be willing to follow in his footsteps? Of course you said yes. You have not looked back.
Playing Rana: A foreigner in England and a Hindu, you do not drink, smoke or take drugs unless the mission absolutely, positively requires it. You carry a kukri in a holster at the small of your back, hidden away. It’s a myth that it must draw blood every time it is unsheathed but the English don’t know that. And it scares them.

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> HARRY SMITH, 34YOA, ex-Met Police Firearm Officer
STR 13, CON 12, DEX 13, INT 10, POW 12, CHA 09
HP 13, WP 12, SAN 50, BP 48
Bonds: Your partner, a London Ambulance Service paramedic 09
Motivations: Keep your skills up to snuff
Be the best
Leave no-one behind
Ensure the public are protected from the horrors of the world
Disorders: Adapted to Violence, Hard Experience
Skills: Alertness 60%, Bureaucracy 40%, Criminology 70%, Dodge 60%, Drive 50%, Firearms 70%, Forensics 50%, Heavy Weapons 60%, HUMINT 60%, Law 30%, Military Science (Land) 50%, Occult 50%, Persuade 50%, Search 50%, Stealth 60%, Unarmed Combat 60%
Attacks: Unarmed 60%, 1D4
ASP baton 40%, 1D6+1
Knife 40%, 1D4, 3AP
PAVA spray 65%, special
Firearms 70%, varies
Description: You’re boxy and rough-edged, hair clipped short, with a broken nose and a nice collection of scars and tattoos. You’ve got a fiery personality and a sergeant’s way of putting people back in their place if they get out of line.
Background: Born in Bolton, northern England, your childhood was shite. You left school with no qualifications. It was either the Army or prison, so you joined the Parachute Regiment, served in Afghanistan and Iraq. After three tours you realized you'd never be an officer and as a sergeant you’d end up drilling recruits in Cheltenham. So you handed in your papers, went back to England, joined the Met. They needed people with firearm experience.
It was good work, up until the call out to the pleasure boat floating, seemingly abandoned, near Tilbury docks. What you found aboard – well, it died, the boat sank, and everyone in the squad refused to tell the truth at the inquest. Apart from you. People needed to know. PISCES came and told you they didn’t need to know. And that’s why you’re here. 

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> QUENTIN MAGRATCH, 53YOA, PISCES Unnatural Expert
STR 09, CON 10, DEX 10, INT 14, POW 17, CHA 12
HP 10, WP 17, SAN 68, BP 51
Bonds: Wife 12
Grown-up son in California 12
Margaret who manages PISCES' canteen 12
My brother, who I don't think ever really liked me 12 
Motivations: Ensure the safety of the UK
Keep an eye on the young'uns
Make sure to have a quick read through anything interesting found on a case
Disorders: Things Man Was Not Meant to Know; Addiction: Occult Research
Skills: Anthropology 50%, Bureaucracy 40%, Criminology 50%, Foreign Language (Player’s Choice) 50%, History 60%, HUMINT 50%, Medicine 40%, Navigate 50%, Occult 80%, Persuade 60%, Search 60%, SIGINT 40%, Unnatural 10%
Attacks: Unarmed 40%, 1D4-1
ASP baton 30%, 1D6
PAVA Spray 50%, special
Firearms 20%, varies
Description: You’re a craggy, somewhat sour looking middle-aged professional with gray hair and a line in dark suits and sensible shoes. Most people guess you’re a policeman; few guess that you’re a believer in everything from fairies to Roswell. Your eyes twinkle when you talk about them.
Background: You feel like you were born to work for Section. Your mother and her friends were witches, after all. Not Pagans or Wiccans, real witches, and you grew up with a healthy appreciation for herbs, magic and rite. At university you got a tap on the shoulder from a Civil Service recruiter. Right into PISCES, the day after you graduated. Been in ever since. It’s a good life.
Playing Magwratch: You’re Tommy Lee Jones’ Agent K from Men in Black or John Thaw in Inspector Morse; dour and cynical but with surprising depths. You know what other people don’t know and talk about it with the matter of fact calm that comes from experience.
Unfortunately for you you’re addicted to occult knowledge. If you lose more than 2 SAN in an incident you either fixate on the thing that scared you (if it was Unnatural) or end up diving into books, thoughts or conspiracies until you calm down. You can never leave an occult tome untouched and unread.

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> SHARON COX, 46YOA, Media Liaison Specialist
STR 10, CON 10, DEX 11, INT 13, POW 14, CHA 15
HP 10, WP 14, SAN 65, BP 56
Bonds: Boring banker husband 15
A dozen Members of Parliament 15
Two-dozen newspaper hacks and their editors 15
Motivations: Make the story
Break the story
Control everything
Never let them see you cry
Disorders: Hard Experience
Skills: Alertness 40%, (Media Spin) 80%, Athletics 50%, Bureaucracy 50%, Computer Science 40%, Craft (Player Choice) 40%, Criminology 50%, First Aid 30%, Foreign Language (Player Choice) 40%, History 60%, HUMINT 60%, Melee Weapon 50%, Occult 20%, Persuade 70%, Search 40%, SIGINT 30%
Attacks: Unarmed 40%, 1D4-1
ASP baton 50%, 1D6
PAVA spray 55%, special
Firearms 20%, varies
Description: You’re attractive in an icy, prim and proper way. Your lip often curls in snobby disdain. You can out-talk, out-shout, out-swear anyone you’ve ever met; you can make politicians cry… and you can make them beg too. You’ve held prime ministers in the palm of your hand (metaphorically – maybe even literally). But these days you’re facing bigger threats than old white men in suits.
Background: You’d done PR and spin for the government, whoever was in Downing Street, for about a decade before a special request crossed your desk. Obviously some sort of shady intelligence agency needing someone to ensure the papers only printed the correct half of the story. Plus the money was good, so you accepted.
It took a few years for the jigsaw to fit together; the truth behind the headlines. You were going to blow the whistle but a man from Control invited you for tea. He showed you things. Amazing things. Wondrous things. Scary things. It excited you. You asked for the opportunity to see them in the flesh.
Control smiled.