Crownguard

And here I was thinking I may retire from Myth-Weavers for good.... Slower paced and RL friendly? High role vs rollplay? A character who didn't congeal off the wall of a dark tavern? You had my curiosity...but now you have my attention. I have a lot of sadly orphan characters and ideas in a folder; I may need to go through and see if something strikes me to either re-work and try, or sparks a few new ideas.

  "Beer, beer all around me and not a drop to drink..."   He spoke softly to the other two patrol officers, eliciting a small commiserating chuckle from one as he looked up at the vast vats of brew and the decidedly less exciting computer room.  They had spread out and done the obvious, putting up markers around the area, trying to minimize any clumsy ham-handed yokels or officers touching the servers.  Beyond that, it was babysitting and he wasn't a huge fan of sitting around, hurry up and wait.  Especially being already behind the curve meeting the rest of the detectives.   "Ah shit....oh well Duty first, right?"   "We can't let the computer nerds do all the work.  Since we're sitting around, ought to do some work on the clock right?  Everyone is assuming its an outside attack, but we're going to do this the right way.    Reese, let's see if we can get a list of everyone who has access to this area.  HR or security will have a list of all employees, then compare that to people who have computer badges here to the locks.  Also check if anyone reported a missing or duplicated ID; people lose @#$% like that all the time.  While it likely won't show anything, it'll save them some time for investigating.  People are the weakest point in security...so lets see if someone did something stupid and let in a 'friend'.  Grayson, let's have you check with the manager or whatever and see if we can get some camera feeds for the area around here and the rest of the building.  Let's see if someone was doing some late night computer work locally.  Maybe someone helping said outside friend get access.   Again, doubt we will find anything, but just trying to look for other leads we can use.  I'll take a look around the server room here itself.  Computer folks are going to focus on the computer stacks.  Let's see if we find anything else interesting.  Like stuff that isn't supposed to be here in the first place.  Any questions?  Thoughts?        

XP Cost: 15 to increase Composure to 3 15 to increase Manipulation to 3 3 to purchase Academics 1 to qualify for Detective 3 to purchase Empathy 1 2 for Direction Sense merit 2 for Spanish 1 +1 to merit for Addiction (Alcohol) to bring Spanish to 2   Tweaks from base sheet for initial build: Dropped Athletics and Firearms  to 2, upped Brawl to 3 (needed to qualify for Fighting Style)   Swapped Danger Sense (2) for Fighting Style (Police Tactics) (2).   Conscience back to 7 for now.  Addiction/Depression reflects more his issues with prior military life and seeing things growing up.   Total XP left: should be 0.

TO BE USED FOR WIP STUFF

   Fiat Iustitia Ruat Caelum “Let Justice Be Done, Though the Heavens Fall”   Name Virtue Chronicle Jack Shaw Justice Gotham's Finest Age Vice Faction 32 Wrath Gotham City Police Dept Player Concept Group Name Crownguard Driven Narcotics/Gang Task Force detective Gotham's Finest   ATTRIBUTES Power Intelligence ●●○○○ Strength ●●○○○ Presence ●●○○○ Finesse Wits ●●●○○ Dexterity ●●●○○ Manipulation ●●●○○ Resilience Resolve ●●○○○ Stamina ●●●○○ Composure ●●●○○   SKILLS Mental (-3 unskilled) Physical (-1 unskilled) Social (-1 unskilled) Academics ●○○○○ Athletics ●●○○○ Animal Ken ○○○○○ Computer ○○○○○ Brawl ●●●○○ Empathy ●○○○○ Crafts ○○○○○ Drive ●○○○○ Expression ○○○○○ Investigation ●●●○○ Firearms(Pistols) ●●○○○ Intimidation ●○○○○ Medicine ●○○○○ Larceny ●○○○○ Persuasion (Fast Talk) ●○○○○ Occult ○○○○○ Stealth ●○○○○ Socialize ●○○○○ Politics ●○○○○ Survival ○○○○○ Streetwise(Gangs) ●●●○○ Science ○○○○○ Weaponry ●○○○○ Subterfuge ●○○○○   MERITS HUMANITY MISC. Fighting Style (Police Tactics)  ●● Quick Draw ● Direction Sense ● Barfly ● Languages (Spanish) ●● Contacts (Criminals) ● Allies (Police/GCPD) ● Sworn Officer (GCPD) ●●     FLAWS Addiction (Alcohol) ● Depression (rp)   HEALTH ●●●●●●●●○○○○ □□□□□□□□□□□□   WILLPOWER ●●●●● ○○○○○ □□□□□ □□□□□   CONSCIENCE ●●●●●●●○○○ Size 5 Speed 10 Defense 3 Armor Initiative Mod 6   BACKGROUND   “It’s modern @#$%ing slavery, ok?  People talk it up it like it’s a medical problem or an issue with personal failing or poverty but…it’s slavery.  How many pre-teens do you need to see with hollowed-out eyes in hollowed-out trailer homes and ghettos to realize that?!  That some girl is offering herself every day in order to get a taste of the white powder?  A pimp selling her like property so she can get her daily allowance of 20 bucks of the stuff?  That a 7 yr old is watching a baby while mommy and daddy shoot up in the back room?   Help those who are hurt, but those who *make* and sell the product?  @#$%’em.  They’re not victims, they’re evil, man.  Monsters.  And the role of any decent human being is to put down monsters.”   Jack was born in one of those small towns you never heard of.  You know, the ones you drive through on a Saturday afternoon going “What a cute little town!” with your girl/boyfriend on a Saturday drive.  Maybe you stop in a small convenience store after running past a strip of ‘Small Town America’ old brick stores and might even see a older gentleman nod to you as you fill up the gas tank.  You get your coffee and candy bar and as you leave, you never real think back on how many of those houses and stores are boarded up on the side street. Or that it seems to be just pawn shop, cheap strip club, and churches everywhere with a Dollar Store to break the monotony.   So anyways…Jack is from what Small Town America looks like after the meth or fentanyl or crack (it always seems to be in waves like that, doesn’t it?) rolls through and the jobs go somewhere else overseas.  He was born right enough; parents doing ok with dad working for the town and mom as a teacher.  Well enough that he wasn’t directly in the wave, but he was close enough to the shore to see where it could sweep people out to sea.  That friend’s family he wasn’t supposed to hang around with anymore.  That ‘bad’ area of the town that developed over the last 10 years.  A cousin you’re supposed to ignore calls from.  Being rushed home after football practice in a car because it wasn’t good to be out after dark by the river past the school parking lot.  Kids joking about shopping carts and trash bags floating down the waterway.   He did well enough in school, not solid As but As and Bs.  Enough to get a few years of community college to start, if he had wanted to stick around.  But Jack didn’t, he wanted to see the world, man!  Meet interesting people and kill them and all that.  So, it was a pretty easy sell to walk into a recruiting office and sign the dotted line right then and there.  Anything to get away from the monotony and the boarded-up windows.   Anything consisted of a 4 year tour downrange, a budding 11 Bang Bang (Infantry) used to help hold the line.  Army life gave a sense of purpose, values.  Duty, Honor, Country.  When the world seems to be run to @#$% it was something you could cling to.  Stars and Stripes and Kohl chew and Monster energy cans.  Reality sets in, but the core of it stuck; he needed a life dedicated to purpose, to *doing* something in the world.  You needed to find something outside yourself to believe in.  Especially when good friends aren’t always making it back home.   Back home didn’t exactly offer a lot.  While in the service Corporal Shaw finds out mom and pop moved to Gotham to get the hell away from the past and needing some better health care in their lives.  That Army life was exhausting and all-consuming and it hurt to come back to the barracks to see yet another friend with PTSD.  The GI Bill later and some college credits under his belt, he realizes being Infantry wasn’t the best for prospects in the civilian economy. GCPD was hiring though…and he fit the criteria.  Clean cut (ish), a friend or two already in the ranks, and a hell of a lot better pay than being mall security or working for Wal-Mart.  So he goes looking to find something bigger than himself once again in the fold, wearing the blue, holding the line.   GCPD life has worked well enough for Mr Jack Shaw.  Getting hours in for a criminal justice B.A.  Mom and dad doing ok on the stipend he sends them.  On-again off-again girlfriend tired of the hours but digging the uniform and navigating parking tickets.  And he gets to do what he had always wanted.  To work to clean up the filth on the streets.  For someone hard-core in his duty as he was hard on his liquor, he got a few lucky cases early and wasn’t afraid to take point when the bullets went.  And for that, Detective started to look like the next ticket up the ladder.   And the Bat?  The Bat was a hero; he *got* it, man.  The Law was there to guide society, but he didn’t worship it.  Not exactly Judge Dredd.  No, the Law was there to keep the good people working together, but clever folks got around it, got a wrist slap instead of a fist in the face.  And the Bat was good with his fists.  Jack would’ve offered the guy a drink if he knew the man drunk, but it was all he could do to salute with his beer after-hours at the tv when the next one was brought in.   So when the Bat bit it, the whole mean ol unfair world bit came right back.  But Jack Shaw was not a kid anymore. And he wasn’t afraid to step up to the plate to do his bit to hold that line.  Rest in peace, Bat.  We’ll do what we can.      APPEARANCE Jack is a fairly nondescript fellow as far as how he dresses and tries to present himself.  Rather than going flashy or memorable, he prefers to dress more his roots and is likelier to affect a hoodie and a pair of jeans than a suit.  Tall, lanky, fairly fit (even for the GCPD) he works to try to keep himself in shape.  If one had imagination, he might seem like in the future having worked a warehouse or the docks vs a life as a white-collar police officer.   PERSONALITY Jack likes to present some contrasts in how he comes off.  Grim, but humorous with the right crowd.  Sarcastic. a pessimist, but willing to do whatever it takes to do the 'right' thing.  He has no expectation of the world as a nice or fair place, but he is comfortable with doing what he feels he has to to find peace with himself.  He tends to like his liquor, if only because holding a drink in hand makes it a lot easier to fit into a crowd (and a crowd be tolerable).  The things he has seen and done, sometimes he has a few too many but never while on duty unless undercover.