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 HEY NEW RECRUITS as of 11/16/14! Ignore all this poo poo below here, a lot has changed since Sigma Protocol's inception, we just keep these recordings around for archival purposes. For now just make a FAE character that's vaguely spy-related. We don't have time for fancy-pants orientations, we've got a bank to rob! 012433_Orientation.aud BEGIN PLAYBACK...  "Listen up recruits! First off, I want to thank you for being here today. I know it can be tricky to find a place that doesn't exist. The fact that you've managed to make your way here means you've passed the first test. That test being making sure we weren't dumb enough to hire an operative who can't follow a goddamn map.  I'd like to tell you that you're all here because you're the best of the best. That you're the cream of the military crop, the most skilled, talented men and women from every branch of the armed forces. Well, tough poo poo. You're not. You're here because we can use you. Maybe you have skills no one else has. Maybe you look good enough we can insert you into a civilian population without drawing attention. Maybe you've got the tech background to help the geeks in R&D. Maybe we just think you'll make a good enough bullet shield to be worth the bump in pay grade. Whatever the reason, I want you all to be very aware of one important thing: you. Are not. Spies. Not yet, at least. But maybe, just maybe, with the right training, the right equipment, and the right voice in your ear, you can be. And that's why you're here. Now I'm sure you've all seen too many TV shows, spend long nights alone with a Bond marathon. You got the offer to join a spy agency, and you drat near creamed your pants with visions of exotic nightclubs, sexy yet dangerous escorts, and enough gun porn to get Heston's corpse hard.  Well guess what! That's not how real life works, you understand? You're going to spend a lot of boring nights in a boring room, reading over dossiers by the dim light of a computer until you want to turn that sexy, sexy gun on your own goddamn temple. That's what real spies do, we watch and we wait. Mostly wait. If you're here for a life of fast-paced excitement and incredible leaping gunplay you have picked the wrong drat job!  Now don't get me wrong, there's still that 1% of time. That time where you get to whip out your sidearm and go all John Wayne on some bad guys. But guess what? That ain't all sunshine and unicorns either, believe me. Your life will be in danger, hanging on by five pounds of trigger pull. Or, worse yet, you won't have a gun at all. Your life may depend on your ability to smooth talk an enemy agent, to hack a top-of-the-line security system, or to keep quiet when a team of bad guys are hunting you down in an abandoned building. Make no mistake. There will be hard choices you have to make.  And you will see some poo poo. Some weird poo poo. Some end-of-the-world poo poo.  But if you're quick, crafty, and have more than a little luck behind you... well, I won't promise you'll make it out alive. But there's a first time for everything, right?  ...Welcome to Sigma Protocol.  Good luck.  What is this? So, despite what Commander McGruff there implied, this actually is going to be a high-flying tale of spywork and gunplay and other combination words as I think of them. One part Daniel Craig's Bond, two parts No One Lives Forever, one part  , maybe one part Chuck, one part Splinter Cell, three parts Archer, a little of the good parts of Burn Notice, and like twenty parts Alpha Protocol (Including the title  ). Spies, is what I'm saying. Who am I, as a character? You're a new (and I do mean brand new) recruit to the super hyper ultra-secret black op disavowed international spy agency known as Sigma Protocol. I mean in terms of background and stuff. Oh! Well that's largely up to you. Sigma Protocol recruits from all walks of life. Maybe you're a decorated marine sharpshooter. Maybe you're a runway model with a silver tongue and a knack for getting into trouble. Maybe you're a two-time gambler with a quick eye and a quicker gun. For whatever reason, you've come to Sigma's attention and they think they have a place for you. Don't worry about that quite yet. As part of character creation you'll be approached by a Sigma recruiter. For now, just describe your life BEFORE Sigma. What's the world like? Rather than try and get fancy with it I figured I'd just say gently caress it. Sigma Protocol takes place on Earth, just as we know it. Well, Earth 2033, that way we can get some neat political plots going that don't necessarily make a ton of sense  However, 20 years isn't that long, so still pretty grounded, but feel free to have a little fun with it. As to magic and psionics and stuff, this is the real world, so there's none of that to speak of. That said, if you want a throw a little of that in, eh, who am I to judge? I'm thinking more Metal Gear and less Shadowrun though. And seriously, it should be clear I'm just blatantly ripping off Alpha Protocol at this point, so run with that. If you haven't played Alpha Protocol what is wrong with you? Go play it. I'll wait. Did you beat it? Good, now beat it again. See how much the story changed and how much content you missed? Isn't that sweet?  How about character creation mechanics? We'll be using Fate Core (if you don't have it go get it, it's Pay What You Want) pretty much as-written. Your Adventure, Phase One, should be before you were recruited to Sigma! Skip Phase Two and Three for now until we've filled up the ranks. Those will be filled in with stories of basic training or your first mission, so it should be pretty straight-forward when the time comes. Highest skill is Great (+4). The standard skill list should be fine, but if you have ideas for a new one let me know! Feel free to just use the pre-made stunts, or make up new stunts as detailed in the .pdf. If you do make up a new stunt, however, please indicate it on your sheet! Just to check and make sure it works mechanically, etc. Also, all names must follow this format: Firstname "Callsign" Lastname. This is mandatory. All good spies need a codename  What if I've never played Fate before? That's totally fine! Fate Core is free, and I'm more than happy to teach! Uhhh... okay, I think that's it! If you have any questions, let me know! If you have any ideas, also let me know! I'm not crazy familiar with the Core version of Fate, I mostly played before the Kickstarter so this is my first game with Core. Your first post doesn't have to be a character sheet! Feel free to just say you're interested or kick ideas around for characters! Oh, and come join us in #Circadia on synirc! Doomsayer fucked around with this message at 00:51 on Nov 17, 2014 |
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Nov 17, 2013 13:09
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Sold! Lemme see if I can put something together.
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Nov 17, 2013 15:17
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Hell yeah.
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Nov 17, 2013 18:02
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I'm kind of regretting setting it in 2033 rather than "Slightly Alternate Earth". How can it be a proper spy game without awful shag carpets and Telex machines?  Doomsayer fucked around with this message at 21:48 on Nov 17, 2013 |
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Nov 17, 2013 21:41
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I'm going to have to make a character.
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Doomsayer posted:I'm kind of regretting setting it in 2033 rather than "Slightly Alternate Earth". How can it be a proper spy game without awful shag carpets and Telex machines? Just set it up like they do in Fallout, where it's technically "The Future", but everything is going through a 70's revival, so it's like what they *imagine* the 70s are like.
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Going to have to make a character even if I have no clue how the FATE system works. Edit. I hope were going with the faux future of the 70s theme. Ferrosol fucked around with this message at 00:57 on Nov 18, 2013 |
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Nov 18, 2013 00:50
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Someone in IRC suggested it be "2033 as seen in 1973" ala Fallout with the '50s.
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Not sure if I've got the mechanics right but here's my character idea. Cassie "Sugar" Caine  Before she was recruited for Sigma, Cassie worked for another three letter agency in the spy-trade although precisely which one seems to vary depending on who she happens to be talking to. The only people who know for sure are the superiors who've actually bothered to read her TOP SECRET file. She actually worked for all of them but was continually transferred between them due to her attitude problems. What is known about her is that she ended up in Sigma after a botched job left a body-count of assorted foreign spies scattered around the scenic monuments of DC that reached double figures. It certainly solved the problem of Uncle Sam's missing secrets, but the chaos she left behind brought in the unwelcome attention of the media and turned into a public relations disaster. As a result she was ordered by her angry bosses to drop out of sight and not show up to work for a while. The last thing she expected during her enforced vacation was Sigma's trademark black bag over the head and waking up in a sterile interrogation room "recruitment technique". Stats High Concept: Agent Who doesn't play by the Rules. Trouble: Sassing the Boss: Cassie has... problems with authority figures ordering her around and tends to mouth off when given orders she disagrees with. Phase 1: Agent for a 3 letter Agency. Skills: Drive :+ Shoot :++++ Provoke:++ Physique:++ Athletics:+++ Contacts:+++ Burglary:+ Stealth:++ Resources:+ Reputation:+ Stunts: Bye Book: Gains a boost any time she deliberately goes against an established rule of her organisation. Feel Lucky Punk?: When interrogating a defeated foe may substitute a shoot test for a provoke test Two Days from Retirement: Gains +2 to her contacts skill when dealing with elderly or retired members of a spy or law enforcement agency. Ferrosol fucked around with this message at 09:02 on Nov 22, 2013 |
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Debating whether to add in an "Electronics" skill or not. Some others, too. Maybe I'll go steal some skills from Agents of SWING or something. Edit: Meh, let's keep it simple. Let's say "Crafts" is the hardware side of things (hotwiring cars, building makeshift bombs, whatevs), and "Lore" is the software side of things (hacking into accounts, cracking codes, etc.) with probably plenty of overlap in between. Sound good? Doomsayer fucked around with this message at 02:30 on Nov 18, 2013 |
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 Name: Thomas (Tommy) "Brick" House High Concept: One-Man Wrecking Crew Trouble: Not So Bright Phase One: Got in Over His Head SKILLS Fight: ++++ Physique: +++ Athletics: +++ Will: ++ Stealth: ++ Provoke: ++ Notice: + Drive: + Contacts: + Resources: + STUNTS You're Next!: May use Fight in place of Provoke to unsettle an opponent after defeating at least one other opponent in combat. Is That All You Got?: As per [i]"Take the Blow"[/b] in core book. Tough as Nails: As per core book. HISTORY Sneaking up behind folks, beating them up, and rifling through their pockets while they were passed out. It wasn't a very glamorous life, but it was one that paid the bills. Well, that and the occasional enforcer or bodyguard job for Vinnie "Four-Fingers" Vitoglio, local mob capo, to catch a little extra scratch when times got hard. Still, not a lot of options for a kid who didn't make it out of high school thanks to his propensity to solve all his personal problems with the application of physical violence. So, one day, a tall gentleman wearing a long coat and a nervous demeanor ducks into Tommy's alley. He's so busy trying to look back out the way he came for...something...that he doesn't see Tommy creeping up from behind. A couple "love taps" with the weighted gloves, and Tommy's rummaging through his belongings. Except, that's weird...Why's he got two wallets, and three passports? And Tommy's never seen a camera like this before. And that lighter looks really complicated... Tommy was still trying to figure out how to get the briefcase open when the van pulled up, three men in tactical gear hopped out, and Tasered him into unconsciousness. KweezNArt fucked around with this message at 20:01 on Nov 23, 2013 |
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I need to make a character for this. I don't suppose my Alpha Protocol LP can secure me a spot, can it? 
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Oooh, Alpha Protocol in FATE. I like. Gimme some time to come up with a marksman/"Suave" guy.
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CirclMastr posted:I need to make a character for this. ...probably. I admittedly haven't seen it, but even if you suck NO ONE IN HERE HAS HEARD OF AP AND THAT IS A GODDAMN TRAVESTY. Davin Valkri posted:Oooh, Alpha Protocol in FATE. I like. Gimme some time to come up with a marksman/"Suave" guy. You're cool too.
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Actually I lied, we already have sorta-Lana, I'm going to need everyone to just go ahead and make characters who are extremely similar to - but slightly different for copyright reasons - Archer kthx
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 Name: Dean "Wesson" Pynchon High Concept: Affable Weapons Designer Trouble: Money Matters Phase One: Form Follows Function Follows Firepower Skills Craft: ++++ Lore: +++ Rapport: +++ Athletics: ++ Investigate: ++ Deceive: ++ Empathy: + Resources: + Will: + Physique: + Stunts Necessity Is The Mother Of Invention: When you make an ramshackle gun out of whatever's handy, you may use Craft in place of Shoot to fire it. Invention Is The Root Of Genius: When you create an advantage with Craft by tinkering with a gun's capabilities, gain an additional free invoke of the created aspect. Genius Conquers All: When you succeed with style on a Lore check, gain a boost due to your inflated ego. 3 Refresh Stress Physical: [][][] Mental: [][][] History "You know, I never really thought I'd end up in this line of work growing up. Now don't get me wrong, making guns is still a very rewarding field of study. Want to know how good you're doing, just look at the size of the hole you make. But when you're doing that day in day out it all just starts to ring a little hollow. You tweak a design just so, you go to the range, fire some shots, go back to the lab, do it all again. I suppose that's why I joined this little agency when they asked. Say what you will about spy business, it's more interesting than making another assault rifle. Alright, so the money had something to do with it. Now, I can't say how much more I'm making now than I was before, thanks to the NDAs, but I can say that my bank account is fuller than it's been in years. Which is the saddest goddamn thing I've ever said, but I doubt you want to hear any more about my finances." Lurks With Wolves fucked around with this message at 05:23 on Nov 18, 2013 |
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Doomsayer posted:...probably. I admittedly haven't seen it, but even if you suck NO ONE IN HERE HAS HEARD OF AP AND THAT IS A GODDAMN TRAVESTY. I played AP! I just only got as far as Moscow, is all...
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FewtureMD posted:I played AP! I just only got as far as Moscow, is all... Rectify that poo poo. Also if you guys could do me a favor and make new posts over editing old ones with sheets or whatever, that'd be great. I use the new post count to know when to check the thread.
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I'm debating giving you guys some hints as to the plot, but I don't want to spoil too much... Ah well, couldn't hurt I guess. Basically I'm thinking that you guys are basically D-squad, sixth-string spies that they mostly keep around to meet diversity requirements, work desk jobs, etc. Then, of course, Something Bad happens and congrats, now you're all that's left. Yes, it's just the plot to the Get Smart remake. ...and NOLF. ...and some episodes of Archer. This isn't set in stone, natch, just something I'm kicking around. Hell, maybe we'll just straight-up rip off Archer and just have the spy agency itself be sixth string. They've just practiced that initial monologue a lot
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 Name: Jacob "BMOC" Hernandez High Concept: Top Secret Intern Trouble: Work-Life Imbalance Phase One: I Just Have That Kind Of Face, I Guess. SKILLS +4:Investigate +3:Crafts,Athletics +2:Notice,Fight,Deceive +1:Burglary,Lore,Shoot,Stealth STUNTS Duct Tape and WD-40: Since Jacob has plenty of experience jury-rigging heavy farm equipment, he gets a +2 bonus to Crafts rolls when he fixes any mechanical object without a proper tool set. I'm...uh...the new temp!: Since joining SIGMA, Jacob has mastered the ins and outs of cubicle farm culture. As such, he gets a +2 to any Deceive rolls in an office environment HISTORY Jacob's life was always full of "almosts". He almost made 1st string varsity football. He almost won the school science fair. He almost was elected to the Homecoming Court. Frankly, he was getting sick and tired of the "almosts", but he kept his head down and focused on leaving his tiny midwestern town and getting to spread his wings in college, hoping to achieve his goal of becoming an engineer. The final blow came after getting his acceptance letters from several Ivy League schools. His parents owned a farm, and the last few years had been tough. So tough, in fact, that there was almost enough money to send him away to his dream school. He snapped. The next week passed by in a haze of forms and scholarship applications, but Jacob knew he would only almost qualify for any of them. He got the fateful email the night he started Binging "How to join the circus". In it, he was offered the "Shelley Percival Scholarship for All-Around Acheivement", with the condition that he work at a very specialized internship. Now Jacob juggles a heavy load of classes, a pressures of a social life, and the incredibly fragile state of controlled chaos that is modern international politics. He goes through about a case of "Jitters: the energy drink with a KICK!" per week. FewtureMD fucked around with this message at 19:22 on Nov 23, 2013 |
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Welcome to SIGMA Personnel Database. Select an option below: [X] New Applicant  Name, First "TAC" Last: Leslie "Peacock" Dorien, 3/3 Summary Description (High Concept): A Model Marksman Oh, certainly there are some people who shoot so well they should be on the Norwegian Biathlon team, and there are some who are so beautiful they should be posing half-naked on artbooks. But, ma chere, not many can say they can...and have!...done both! Ha! Lady Mummy and Lord Daddy Dorien may have wished I was a banker, or a lawyer, but those are dull and boring and blah. Being professionally sharp looking and sharp shooting is much more fun! Don't think these dashing eyes of mine are just for show; I can kill a man from across the park while making sweet *ERROR LEWD COMMENT DETECTED REDACTING* Hmph, what a rude machine! Extrapolating... Diane and Robert Dorien, 18th Baron/ess of a small English holding, are two upper-middle class persons of little note besides their inherited titles. They are not particularly rich, noble, or extravagant by any standards; Diane is a teacher and Robert a branch manager of a county bank. It is unclear from where their son, an only child, acquired his proficiency with firearms and his bon vivant persona, as voting records show the Doriens are staunchly pro-gun-control, despite being otherwise center-rightist in political leanings. (Additional note from investigator: Leslie made the centerfold for a few male modeling magazines in Italy a few years back...he's a bit androgynous, but not unattractive...) Sample Invoke: Sweep targets with a rifle, sweep lovers off their feet (women AND men) Sample Compel: Be a vainglorious bast--HEY! Incidents We Should Know About (Trouble): Boulevard of Burnt-out Bastards When you're as pretty and skilled as I am, you get a lot of people trying to pick you up! The Italian Mafia, the Russian Mafiya, Triads, Tongs, Cartels, Revolutionary Armies, Spy Guys...you name them, I've probably courted them. And turned them down--I have more class than that! I don't think they all quite got the message, though...I've had the odd tough break in through the doors with a knife and an ugly, UGLY face! I've given them free facelifts, though...with my pocket pistol! Extrapolating... We've confirmed that Leslie has had a number of contacts with organizations classified as "criminal", "terrorist", or "revolutionary", mostly rebuffed. We can also confirm that he has traveled to several states involved in civil war on the side of Western-friendly revolutionaries, though what exactly he has done there is unclear. It also isn't clear why these groups, many of which (like the Russian Mafiya) are infamously homophobic, have attempted contacting him. It is possible that his skills as a marksman are so in demand that they are willing to overlook his "flamboyance". Sample Invoke: Know how organized crime and similar groups work Sample Compel: Agencies have long memories... Pre Agency Employment (Phase One): Yes, This is a Gun in my Pants You know how I met you guys, don't you? One of your people slid a manila envelope under my door, with a picture of a very lovely lady, 2,000 Swiss francs, and a typewritten "Target of assassination, 1600, Beachfront. Deter all attempts." Well, who could say no to a photo like that? I changed into a very lovely swimsuit with a Beretta Bobcat in the wasteband, and strolled off to the beach to meet the would be "target". I chatted her up, we had a good time, she invited me back to her place, and she was so pretty I almost missed the guy with the umbrella gun--ALMOST! And I ALMOST missed the sniper in the changing tent! And the fellow with an Uzi on the windsurfer! There was a lot of blood on the sand that day! Well, she ran off screaming, so no lovely night for me! Poor Leslie! I went back to my apartment and found a package, with a folded note on top. It said "Mission Accomplished. We'll be in touch. The remaining 28000 francs are in the package." So I opened the box to see my new money...and that's when the flashbangs went off. Extrapolating... This was our first direct contact with Leslie, an informal bodyguard operation of the daughter of a mid-level diplomat. Said diplomat had previously received multiple threats from rightist groups regarding his stance on global trade, which had previously been dismissed by his country's security groups as all bark, no bite. In the grand scheme of things, his trade stance is not so important, but we now have a turned contact in the national government thanks to our analysis and Leslie's...unorthodox...protection services. Hence our decision to go ahead with phase 2 of his recruitment. Sample Invoke: Clearing multiple targets, grace under pressure Sample Compel: Get distracted by hot *censored* Phase Two: Hurt Me More... It was supposed to be soooo simple, just infiltrate into an enemy regular meeting base and figure out who was supplying them with weaponry. Peacock and (Snake) were assigned the job, and Peacock promptly went about it in his usual way, with some documents forged by a friend in-country and a winning smile to the door guard. Unfortunately, he picked the one guard out of one thousand who was actually interested in doing his job properly, and the sentry got a squawked alarm out on the radio before he could shut him up. And then he chucked a teargas grenade into his pretty face. That's how Peacock was captured, and he was promptly moved inside the base and presented to interrogators to inquire about the usual things. Who was he, who did he work for, the usual. But the knots were amateur compared to the clubs he was used to frequenting, and he just panted and grinned as they threatened all sorts of tortures on him involving hoses and car batteries. Most of his would-be questioners walked out in disgust. The ones that remained decided that pure boredom might be a better way to crack him. And while the sensory deprivation was kinda interesting in a mind-expanding way for a while, he was really glad that (Snake) was able to infiltrate the base and get him out before he went really crazy... Sample Invoke: Resist questioning by being a weirdo Sample Compel: Make a bad assumption during the initial chatting approach Phase Three: Kind Word + Gun > Gun Oh, Han, Han, Han, all that training, all that violence, and still you didn't get a chance to kill our mark. What, you think you're the only one who know about this smuggler? You got close though! I'll grant you that! You want to know how I got there first, though? Very simple. I started in the local dive bar, boozed up a rough looking man with a fancy futuristic assault rifle until he told me (in a drunken haze) where he got it. Then I drove up to the front gates with some empty lockboxes and told the front gate guard I wanted to make a deal for some weapons. Then I overheard two sentries inside talking about his...proclivities. The rest was gravy, smiles and promises to seal the deal in bed, simple. And then, bang! And that's when you joined the party! Because let me tell you a secret, Han. Someone once said that "you can get much farther with a kind word and a gun than you can with a kind word alone." And maybe he was right. But the inverse is true as well. You can get much farther with a kind word and a gun than you can with a gun alone. Maybe something to remember, newbie~ Sample Invoke: "You'll let me carry my gun through, just this once, please~?" Sample Compel: "What the hell were you thinking?! Start shooting time was ten minutes ago!" Describe your abilities (Skill Pyramid) Great: Shoot Good: Empathy, Rapport Fair: Notice, Contacts, Athletics Average: Physique, Will, Resources, Deceive Describe your peculiar talents (Stunts): Do I Make You Nervous? -- Because Peacock is just that flaming, he can use Rapport in place of Provoke as a social attack. Exotic Dodging -- Because Peacock is very...flexible, he gains +2 to Athletics to defend while underdressed. Chain Shot or Are You All Here for Me? -- Because Peacock is actually really good with firearms, he can choose to engage all targets in a zone with the same Shoot roll at a -1 penalty. Current Agent Status (Stress and Consequences) Phys: OOO Ment: OOO Davin Valkri fucked around with this message at 06:37 on Dec 9, 2013 |
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Potential gadgeteer type to come. Way less smarmy then Darcy, I promise.
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I made a Goddamn Ninja. Note: I made up all my stunts except Parkour no Jutsu. That's just a renamed Athletics Stunt. Name: Jo “Boo” Nin (Born Junko Ninomiya) Age: 21 MOS: Being a Goddamn Ninja Description: A young woman of indeterminate ethnic background; short, athletic, and surprisingly cheerful given the profession she was born into. FP: 3/3  Right, so I’m gonna give you the straight poo poo here. If you actually knew what ninjas were like, you’d get how rare that is. The age of the ninja is dead and buried. Sure, we’re still around, but it’s sad, they practically have us on a reservation, with little effigy-portraits of Commodore Perry in every trailer. Diabetes kills more of my clan than shuriken these days. Our fault, mostly, but we have pride, you know, so it’s not like any of the clan are gonna admit it. Lemme tell you how we got here. The Meiji Era wasn’t too kind to us. Neither was the 20th century, but that was where we get into “your own drat fault” territory. While they were castrating the samurai, a few tidy little purges wiped out most of the clans and drove my ancestors and others to flee. They settled down by the mighty Mississippi in spitting distance of New Orleans in a little town called Cherry Blossom and rebranded themselves the Great Southern Crescent Clan and started planning for our meteoric rise back into prominence in our adopted land. Yeah. So at the end of the month we take those posters of Commodore Perry hanging in our trailers and burn them in the center of the park. That should tell you how well that went. We had no contacts, no money, and worst of all, we were foreigners in a strange land so we didn’t have a chance in hell of blending in when jobs went bad. That, and we really, really bet on the wrong horse in World War I. These days, we’re lucky to get a handful of half-decent genin every generation and maybe a real ninja. Me? I’m the real loving deal. I can steal a fly’s wings without it noticing for a full day, run silently across broken glass, cut a single hair from your head with my ninjaken and leave the others untouched, and generally lie like a motherfucking rug. To put it simply, I am hot poo poo and you are not. Which is probably why the elders got it into their head that me, little Jo Nin, was something special. Hey, I don’t deny it, I am awesome. But they were saying poo poo like “child of destiny” and “future of the clan” and I was like “gently caress that noise”. So I bolted. Since then, I’ve been doing my own thing, you know, little jobs. Destiny’s not my thing, especially when the way they were talking I’d have to kill like a Chicago’s worth of important people and their goons. Don’t get me wrong; I’m a ninja, I don’t mind getting my blade wet. Just that’s a lot of loving people. So instead I send a little home every week…but the jobs have been drying up a bit lately so that’s where you come in. Aspects: High Concept: Last Hope of the Great Southern Crescent Clan Despite the fallen state of the clan, they retain a wealth of knowledge in the forbidden arts of stealth, combat, and deception that, especially to gifted individuals such as Junko Ninomiya, can still produce truly exceptional ninjas. When Jo left, the Crescent Clan of two minds; furious and heartbroken, unsure how they should react to their wayward disciple. When she began to send funds home, they decided to hold their judgment, much to displeasure of certain members of the clan who desired action. Invoke: For all things ninja: fighting, hiding, and bullshitting -- the three Ninpo, arts of the ninja. Compel: Her family back in Cherry Blossom, Louisiana had high hopes for Jo, and didn’t take it well when she struck out on her own. But, after everything, she does still feel obligated to her clan. If something ever happened to them, she’d have to help. Trouble: Hot poo poo Jo is a remarkably talented ninja, a fact that she is not only aware of, but more than willing to show others, often to her own detriment. Highly competitive from an early age, she never let her peers get the better of her--or at least not for long. Now grown, she is highly effective, if reckless in the extreme. Invoke: For showing off, or doing something with flash and style. NEVER subtle and very un-ninja Compel: She just has to show off sometimes, you know--for the clan. Phase One: I’ve Got Friends in Low Places So, for a while there I freelanced because, you know, shuriken don’t grow on trees. (That would be awesome though) Worst client? CIA. I mean, you’d think Langley would be a little easier to work with...nah, never mind, they are exactly the way I should have imagined it. Paranoid, obsessed with loyalty. Incompetent. So very un-ninja. They had me in Mogadishu retrieving a package, which, to begin with? Total bullshit! Waste of my talent, like using a katana to cut French Fries. Even worse, it was BORING; B-O-R-N-G—Wait, gently caress--whatever. A ninja knows patience. Like ninety percent of what we do is waiting around until the client shows up, then he or she gets about a foot shorter and we’re off without so much as a whisper. But that’s purposeful boredom, there’s loving anticipation there, like waiting to open your presents on Christmas and finding that oh gently caress yes mom and dad got you your first claymore kit, complete with trip wire, pressure plates, and laser trigger systems. This? Busy work! Kid stuff! So less than a minute off the plane, I infiltrated the nearest dive and decided to settle a little personal score with the local pirates by drinking them under the table. I kind of, maybe, sort of, totally got blackout-drunk and missed the handoff. I woke up around noon in the traditional ninja way; surrounded by severed hands and trying to hold my poor head together. With just a little legbreaking, I sussed out that a local gang had jumped the courier, stole the package, and dumped the poor schlub into the sea. Seeing as this was kinda, sorta, entirely my fault, and this was my first job for Langley I’d want to put my best foot forward. Not to mention Ninja Way #37: Never leave important matters unfinished. They’ll come back to bite you in the rear end later. (Loosely translated from the original Japanese by one Junko Ninomiya.) So, I batmanned it. It’s a very technical ninja term meaning that I went to the gang’s hideout, taking them out one by one, maximizing the fear of the individual and the shock impacting the group as a whole. It’s really, really fun. Just sucked that it wasn’t really worth it, because they’d already sold the drat package because it was some kind of data they couldn’t make heads or tails of. Well, after burning the place to the ground, I set out for Dubai; their buyer was just a middleman and would probably sell it there. I tried a little of the ol’ soft voice and long eyelash routine, you know, since Dubai’s basically the playground for people who buy amusement parks for birthday parties. Yeah, I fell back to the old standbys of fingerbreaking and knives before long. Uh, I was never that good at being a kunoichi. Anyway, so there we were, top floor of the Burj Dubai, just me, a scrawny white guy in a bad suit, and a couple dozen suits bleeding out on the nice carpet. He hands over the package without a fuss and I open it—inside was a flash drive and a note. Get this; the note read: Congratulations! You have passed the Central Intelligence Agency Mission Dedication trial! This is the first of twenty such--” I threw the case out the window. The scrawny prick followed it. Don’t worry, I tied his ankle to a big four-poster. Wouldn't want Langley to get the wrong idea. Invoke: For dealing with the underworld, to name a handy contact. Compel: If Idle Hands are the Devil’s Plaything, just imagine what trouble a ninja could get into. Skills: +4: Stealth +3: Fight, Deceive +2: Athletics, Burglary, Shoot +1: Will, Lore, Crafts, Provoke Stunts: Bullshit no Jutsu Now let’s be straight here: cutting bullets with your sword? Total bullshit, doesn’t work outside of video games, movies, and import cartoons for shut-ins. However, something strange happens when a gunman runs up against a swordsman in black pajamas. They hesitate. They think, “Wait a second, I’ve got them dead to rights; one twitch away from dropping them…right? Maybe…Maybe he knows something I don’t.” Adept ninjas like Jo are quite willing to take advantage of this, and charging in to chop off the fool’s head while he’s considering all the sordid possibilities, then scattering a few bullets—cut in half, of course. Can’t hurt to do your part to keep the legend alive. Effect: For dodging projectiles, Jo may use Deceive instead of Athletics Hey, Where Did Jerry Go? Ninjas live in the shadows. They are born in shadow. Raised in shadow. Educated in shadow. The last part was especially hard, as it really puts a strain on the eyes of young genin. Nevertheless, countless hours in darkness allows one to make the night their own in a way that most cannot. A trained ninja can take advantage of this fact to put the fear of god—or at least ninja—in her foes, using stealth and misdirection. Effect: May substitute Stealth for Provoke to create fear where appropriate. Parkour no Jutsu The legends, whispered in the darkest places of the world, tell of the ninjas of old, unstoppable assassins leaping from rooftop to rooftop as if borne by the wind, ascending walls without a care, running across water, even walking through walls. Now, perhaps the stories are a bit exaggerated, but every Crescent Clan disciple undergoes rigorous physical training to ensure that they live up sufficiently to these myths so they can fake the rest. They can run across rooftops, even run up walls and across water (if they’ve set poles just under the surface beforehand). Walking through walls though? That’s just lockpicks and good old fashioned bullshitting. Effect: +2 to Athletics rolls involving overcoming obstacles. I Am Fowl fucked around with this message at 21:44 on Nov 21, 2013 |
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There is a distinct lack of  in these submission and quite frankly I'm not happy with that
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Nov 18, 2013 17:39
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I was lured in by the Alpha Protocol part
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Same here
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Nov 18, 2013 17:49
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It can be both! ...Fine, there's a distinct lack of  and  in this thread. (Also, I went to look for .gifs on tumblr and it was just folks trash-talking AP. Nerds are awful.)
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Doomsayer posted:There is a distinct lack of Well, sorry, I scrapped my
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Guys, I told you it could be both:   Then I found AP yaoi porn and I stopped. Doomsayer fucked around with this message at 18:07 on Nov 18, 2013 |
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What's the matter, my guy not  enough for you? I'm sure I can make the stunts to turn it up.
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Man, now I have to come up with some really great Heck/Kreiger character archetype.
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CirclMastr posted:Man, now I have to come up with some really great Heck/Kreiger character archetype. If you made a Mad Engineer Krieger-type with chunks of Heck's personality, not only will you make it in I will give you all the high-fives.
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Davin Valkri posted:What's the matter, my guy not To be fair, in that episode he wasn't gay enough
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 "Oh, a visitor! I haven't had a visitor in weeks! It's a pleasure to meet you, my name is Dr. David "Dom" Campbell. Now how can I- the girl? Oh yes, don't be rude, introduce yourself!" [CENSORED] "Oh, that's right. You'll have to forgive Sandra, she's in time-out right now. Don't worry, it's perfectly consensual. Not like that whore, Dr. Li, who got me fired from the university... I'm sorry, who were you again? Sigma Protocol? Never heard of it. But then, I don't get out as much as I'd like. It's hard to socialize when everything thinks of you as a 'Mad Scientist', like I'm about to snap and turn a Tesla Death Ray on the whole city. As if that were even real! You wouldn't believe the modifications I had to make to Tesla's designs to make a function- I'm sorry, I tend to go off on tangents like that! My point is, it seems like Everyone is Afraid of Me for some reason! "What about Sigma Protocol again? Some sort of spy agency? Now lady, why would you want to recruit me for that? I don't see what Brazil has to- oh, Brazil... Now, you have to understand, I didn't invent the concept of killing a bunch of people to hide a murder. It's just that, at four hundred miles per hour, it turns out soccer balls can decapitate people! Who knew? So I couldn't very well leave a hundred thousand witnesses to the murder of the Prime Minister of England, and I certainly couldn't expect them all to sit still while the BallBuster 3000 decapitated everyone, so I had to blow up the whole stadium. It was out of my hands! Oh, why kill the Prime Minister of England? Well, we both attended a conference on globally impactful scientific research, we bumped into each other, spoke a bit... then he called me Dave. I hate being called Dave. Seriously, Don't Call Me Dave. "Wait, what about money? Sigma Protocol will pay me to work for them? Like, an actual salary, not just grants? Why didn't you say so, of course I'm interested! Sandra and I will be glad to relocate, if need be. Again, I apologize about her current state, but rules are rules. Say, you're rather attractive yourself.... Tell me, does this rag smell like chloroform to you?" Skills: Great (+4): Crafts Good (+3): Lore, Drive Fair (+2): Investigate, Rapport, Stealth Average (+1): Physique, Will, Resources, Athletics Stunts (* = I made it up): Just Such an Occasion* - May use Crafts instead of Fight or Shoot, when using a self-made mad-scientist device for that purpose. Love is a Chemical Reaction - Twice per session, may upgrade a boost received with Rapport into a full situation aspect with a free invocation. (Just a renamed Best Foot Forward.) Better than New! - as per the PDF CirclMastr fucked around with this message at 03:50 on Nov 19, 2013 |
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Okay I get that it was a Wen reference but including the BDSM porn pic took it from funny to SUPER CREEPY in about four seconds. Other than that I liked it though.
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Doomsayer posted:Okay I get that it was a Wen reference but including the BDSM porn pic took it from funny to SUPER CREEPY in about four seconds. I figured I could combine the 'Wen' and 'Sakura' aspects into one, tada!
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Yeah you should probably...edit that.
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ProfessorCirno posted:Yeah you should probably...edit that. Yeah. Kimiko-tan was funny because she was a literal anime. Real life woman bound and gagged... not so much. Keep Krieger Jackman though.
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Edited out the picture, kept the character. Some women are into that sort of thing, after all.
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