These characters were those used by the players in The Killing Game and the basic idea was worked together with Gamemaster and Player, written up by Gamemaster and distributed to character (excluding statistics - I don't let the Players use stats). The italicised information are my notes added to the original sheet.
Petr Shishkin
Profession: Drifter
Date of Birth: Unsure (1980/81?) October 12, 1705
Place of Birth: Unsure Zayauze
Home: N/A
Employer: None
Standard of Living: Destitute. You can scrounge enough money by working only to barely keep yourself alive. You must sell drugs, steal, or rob. The most you can manage on a good month is 600,000 rubles (about $150 US).
Height: 5’8"
Weight: 50kg
Age: 17/18? You can’t remember.
Hair Colour: Mousy Brown
Eye Colour: Pale Blue
History:
(born to poor family, but whose means were not entirely destitute. An elder brother, younger sister did their best under the harsh winter conditions of Moskov, your father working to make sure they survived. What money was left after food and wood for fire was spent on you and your brother at schooling.
Petr’s father Akardii was one of the POWs working on the Kotelnicheskaya Apartments under Sandolphin. He and the others found out and murdered the angel and went on to nearly complete the tower. The presence of the Seal had awakened him to some degree. To escape the Nepharite Akardii fled back through time, with his new-found abilities and awakened magical sense, to just before the 18th Century. There he waited for years, and finally feeling safe married and raised a family, earning his money by working as a smith carrying his skills from the future back with him. However, he did not find the safety he desired.
(returning one day from school alone, elder brother sick in bed, you find the hallway slick with blood, coagulating as it steams in the cold air. Flashes, images, a rush of visual, bodies, parents, brother, sister, a man talking, a man? Too casual, gore, entrails, bone broken splintered, words, words, words… then gone. Fleeing the streets the slide of horror blurs past in your mind. Then you are hiding, hiding from the dark.
Naïve in the ways of the Illusion, he did not expect Aetats to hunt him down for his transgression. Petr was out, not at school (he never went to school) but playing with other children, and returned to find the remnants of his family after the Aetats consumed them. Luckily for Akardii the Nepharite Sandolphin had finally tracked him down, but was too late, the Aetats too quick, but Petr found Sandolphin. Sandolphin spoke to him and brought him to the future to use him against the other POWs still hiding from the Nepharite.
(cold, in the shadows hiding the snow, freezing, frost icing over your lip. Arms numb, fingers purple… unable to move them. A car. A black car. Then a man from within. Pointing ‘he’s the one’. More men from within racing. You run, but they capture you, bundle you in the car and travel.
Magically aware, Petr wandered the cold streets of modern Moskov, the trauma disorientating him for the moment. A third party took interest in the Shishkin family, though. The most powerful Lictor of Binah noticed the child through his underlings and had the child captured, dragged to medical chambers, his memory masked and his magical intuition buried to protect the Illusion.
(Long hallways, hands thrust through the bars of hundred doors, withered and small. On a metal bed, pushed by masked men with grey skin, pushed into a surgery with blinding lights… more masks, steel. Bloody steel. Blades cutting into your head, unable to struggle with the bonds, but the cutting gets deeper and deeper… hands reach in. You black out.
The scars on Petr’s head remain. After, they locked him in orphanages, deciding what to do with him. He kept escaping and the Lictor’s agents recaptured him again and again, but with the fall of Communism their actions wavered and the hunt faded.
(a room, stone… the pain is numbing, and delirious you stumble and escape, through grates that lead to tunnels and more tunnels that finally, reach the outside air. You stumble through the snow holding your bandaged head.
(weeks hunting, scrounging, living in the muck… existing. The pain fades, the wound heals. Then a black car, and men from within clawing at you, dragging you screaming to the car and to the orphanage. Through steel wire gates and heavy doors in an old prison building. Locked within, your screams echoing hollowly. Then release into a common room with other children, and the man… the man who shouted ‘he’s the one.’ But he cares not for you, and he is gone again.
(you escape, escape and capture. You flee, but they always hunt you down and put you back into the prison of children… and among the months, if only for a brief moment you see the man who shouted ‘he’s the one.’ The enclosure of body and mind is great - the state oppresses you with the orphanage.
Chronological History: All of this is in his mind.
1976 Elder brother, Leonid born
1980-81 You were born
1983 Sister Nina born
1986 Begin schooling with Leonid at Lefortovo School
1989 Family murdered
1989 Captured by men and placed in first Orphanage
1989-94 Reinstituted into Orphanages and escape
1994 and on, evade government workers and spend more time on streets
1998 The present
Family:
Father, Akardii Shishkin. Worked in a smelting factory in Zayauze near the Lefortovo Prison. An intelligent man from what you remember before his murder.
Mother Nadya Shishkin. Your memories of your mother are tender, but strict. She loved your father and her children with equal passion.
Elder Brother, Leonid Shishkin. Though tormenting at times, teasing you at school was very protective of you should others try to do the same.
Younger Sister, Nina Shishkin. Nina was quiet and pretty, with long blonde-braided hair.
No cousins or other relatives that you knew of.
Personality:
(You loathe prison, cages, closed-in rooms… not claustrophobia, because a tunnel has two ways out, but those things with all six sides closed. And what more horrific prison than the government which has tried to keep you locked away ever since your family were killed. Your horror of prisons has led to a fascination with that which gets you out of those places which confine - books on Houdini, the great magicians and escape-artists… those who defy prisons.
Ironically this prison he can never escape unless Awakened… it is his subconsciousness’ reaction to the Illusion affecting him
(Your life on the streets has been hard and it is not getting better. In fact it is growing worse. As a loner you are targeted for attack often, and getting money to survive is hard. But your experience on the streets has saved you from death from thugs on many occasions. You know the streets of Taganka and Zayauze better than most, as any escape artist should. To evade difficulties you must know your prison to minute degrees.
(Living on the street means no baths, no new clothes, no good food, but this is nothing new. You got that in the orphanages as well, except out here there are no walls. You are free. You are still aware that he still looks for you and others, but children are swallowed up by Moskov’s streets all the time; only those who know it and beat it can survive. Being a loner means you don’t know too many people, but a few you do business with… you still need to sell your stolen goods, buy drugs to sell. You don’t have anyone solid you deal from and for the moment that’s fine.
Stuff:
(The great Houdini - tattered and yellowed paperback of some of his greatest escapes, Bundle of 5,000 and 10,000 ruble notes totalling 83,000 rubles, broken pocket watch… the last thing you have of your fathers - his name is etched crudely onto the silver back This was given to him by Sandolphin. With it the Nepharite knows where he is. Small blunt kitchen knife -- two inch blade, Assortment of wire for lockpicking, small pack of razor blades - two left, Clothes - brown jeans, dirtied white shirt, large brown trenchcoat, hard wooden shoes.
Description:
(You haven’t shaved yet, and still no beard. Your brown hair feels greasy and dirty, much like the rest of you. You haven’t looked in a mirror recently, not at the scars which you still feel on cold nights (most of the year) throbbing at the top of your head.
TARGET
There are no official records of Petr anywhere, since he did not exist as a child here. He may even realise he never went to school eventually. The idea that he does not exist here should slowly be approached. Even records he leaves behind through criminal records or whatever slowly dissolve in Time. It were almost as if he were dreaming this reality in the moments after the death of his parents… and he may well be.
The nightmares he has of a different Moskov and other horrors in the past might not be dreams, but actually the tormented reality he is escaping from. Then again, he could just convince himself of all this and make it true!
He should feel unsure about himself and doubt his actions, which leads him into the Prison of the Illusion the Lictor wanted. The Nepharite Sandolphin intends to use him against Sergei, but hopes the child will regain the magical intuition he once possessed. Also the Lictor has begun to hunt this child once again, and should the child’s actions grow more and more prolific through other manipulations of entities the Lictor will swoop down.
STR: 7
AGL: 9
EGO: 19
CON: 8
PER: 18
EDU: 13
CHA: 12
COM: 7
Load Capacity: 7kg
Movement: 4.5 m
# of Actions: 2
Initiative Bonus: 0
Endurance: 70
4 scratches = 1 light
3 light = 1 serious
2 serious = 1 fatal
disadvantages:
Intolerance - governments10, Mental Compulsion - escape artists5, Mental constriction10, Nightmares5, Phobia - cages15, Wanted - The Archbishop5, Hygeine neglect5, Socially inept5
advantages:
Endure Cold10, Alertness10, Magic Intuition - suppressed20
Mental Balance: -25
Skills:
Climb 3, Dodge 12, Hide 12, Read/Write 13, Search 3, Sneak 9, Swim13, Throw 3, Unarmed Combat 3, Falling Technique 9, Poisons and Drugs 3, Man of the World 7,
Survival Cold 14, Net of Contacts - Street Kids 10, Shadow 12, Area Knowledge 16,
Area Secrets 11, Escape Artist 15, Locksmithing 4, Lip Reading 6, Navigation 13,
Scrounging 14, Sleight of Hand 9, Streetwise 15
Sergei Markevich
Profession: Dealer
Date of Birth: 13 March 1974
Place of Birth: Lerfortovo Hospital
Home: Kotelnicheskaya Apartments, Floor 22 Room 413 - The Kotelnicheskaya Apartment building is a Stalin-Gothic tower, one of the ‘seven sisters’ whose interior was once reserved for the party elite. Sergei lives eight floors from Binah’s seal.
Employer: Self-employed. On occasion local mafai
Standard of Living: Well off. Your drug smuggling and distribution via a select gang is profitable. You have an income of 16million rubles a month of which about 8million is available for personal use. 700 million rubles are invested in drug shipments. Your large apartment is worth around 6 billion rubles.
Height: 6’3"
Weight: 90kg
Age: 24
Hair Colour: Black
Eye Colour: Light green/heavy brown flecks.
History:
(The faces, the mire of eyes and mouths silently watching you as you head to school, their bodies left rotting in the gutters. The thought of that destitution horrified you, and thankfully schooling was permissible... your father’s work at the plant allowing schooling, food and clothes - more than most. Father worked at a secret research plant dedicated to producing chemicals for warfare before the Berlin Wall fell - the radiation he bought back from the plant caused the death of his wife during childbirth and the mutilation of his son, Georgii. The chemicals have altered the minds of the other two siblings.
(Dredging through the oil and debris in the customs boat - your life laid out, work hard in customs, eat, survive, never aspire other than for the Communist government. Never aspire? In customs? The wealth of illegal foreign goods that disappeared into bureaucratic pockets was surprising… and so much of America: freedom, capitalism and the ideal of the self prevailed - so appealling. Then the cocaine… so much drugs, three heavy kilos that no one would miss. With it the money could buy you out of Russia. Andrei Siginov, your partner missed it, though and came to you. You shot him three times in the chest, the shots louder than you imagined, the blood all too real on your face. That same day Communism collapsed.
Feels a great deal of remorse for this murder.
(There’s not much money in selling cheap flesh, but as Capitalism grew so did the money - dealing drugs was far better an option, and your business was erected, sustained and dealt in what you could sell to flesh. Flesh grew weak and old while the drugs kept the profits on an upward scale.
(The money bought you things you only dreamed - an apartment, home entertainment system… you could afford American merchandise and keep it. And with the American fix another took hold… at first the needle made you ill, puncturing skin and syringing your viens until the lights began to grow distant and life became so much more… Money is everything. It is the American ideal and it is sublimely perfect - perfect for you and your lifestyle. Charity is a Communist belief. The money is yours and you can do what you want, whether betting on bloodfights, etc, but under it all you only want more. With more money you can become important.
A murderous instinct is rising within Sergei - he follows bloodsports and other forms of illegal gambling and has an interest in getting into the Porn industry, especially the snuff porn industry.
(One. Two. Three. Four. The pulse of release like ecstasy up your arm. The second time is easier and as the brains leak out into the drain you reflect on the moment. You need a hit, but first you must… your new car.
Chronological History:
1974 You were born
1978 Younger Sister, Sofia Markevich, born
1983 Younger Brother, Georgii Markevich, born
1989 Begin work at Moskva River Customs Office
1991 Murder Customs partner, Viktor Ryazancev, and steal cocaine
1991 Begin work as a pimp, then change back to drugs
1994 Another murder, Arrested for conversion & drug possession (bribe)
1996 Begin dating Natayla Batarchukov
1998 The present
Family:
Father, Ivan Markevich; rapidly aging with respitory difficulties.
Mother Nikita Markevich. Who died at the birth of your brother Georgii. You cannot remember much of her in the nine years, except she was tall.
Younger Sister, Anna Markevich. Currently studying business studies at the University of Moskov, blackmailing you over your ‘job’.
Younger Brother, Georgii Markevich. Deformed, he has left school to seek work and money.
Aunt Vera and her five daughters (12-18) live in the Northern Suburbs. You have not seen them since you were eight and your mother was alive.
Personality:
(Your fanaticism with things America is only eclipsed by your love for money and drugs - pleasure and business together. And to get both you need to be able to meet with all people and take any opportunity to get ahead - something you have worked at for the last seven years. You don’t let stereotypes get in the way of business - you’re not like the Mafioso. You speak English and Check, needed when dealing in the level of drugs you do.
(Your legal trade provided you with the skills necessary to pull yourself up from the gutter and that skill has been put to the test: against Mafia, Police and Government, but you have survived.
(Guilt dogs you, though. For two lives you ended over that greed for money, but that greed gnaws stronger than the guilt… And money, you absovle yourself, helps keep your family in money, and builds a future in America for you. Then guilt again as the lies continue to your father - your work hidden, your convictions hidden. Maybe that’s why you like watching the death that the Mafioso put on in their gladiatoral pits and boxing rings - a release. You still carry the Desert Eagle close to your heart.
Stuff:
(Desert Eagle snug in an underarm holster - a clip in the gun, and a clip extra. Streetwear Brooks Brothers suit and jacket (navy blue), syringes - small amounts of heroin - small belt, Wrap-around shades, Roll of 30 - 50,000ruble notes, Cellphone.
Description:
(You dress with the style of America. Suits are not too overt, but casual. Even so you stand out in the drab brown and grey suits of Moskov. You wear your chin-length black hair gelled back and American sunglasses as often as possible.
TARGET
The disintegration of his family and the increase of individualism over the bond of family - he wil become increasingly selfish like his sister and brother. His father will slowly die, but before he finally does he will be taken by minions of Baba Yaga, the Lictor working for Chagidiel, within Russia who ran the chemical plant which also housed as Youth Camp and complete his transformation into a prison guard.
The slow persecution of the Mafia as his job slowly crumbles under wrong moves and choices, realising that his escape was the Mafia’s loss - his three kilos of cocaine stolen as a custom’s officer very important to them - cost them lots of money.
Introduction of the Lorelei destroying his social life by Adrianna Chernetskii who becomes involved with Natalya’s and meets with Natalya and finds a kindred spirit and possible Lorelei - Natalya may lose interest in Sergei.
STR: 10
AGL: 11
EGO: 17
CON: 9
PER: 13
EDU: 10
CHA: 16
COM: 14
Load Capacity: 7.5kg
Movement: 5.5 m
# of Actions: 2
Initiative Bonus: 0
Endurance: 75
Damage Bonus: +1
4 scratches = 1 light
3 light = 1 serious
2 serious = 1 fatal
disadvantages:
Drug Addiction - Heroin20, Mental Compulsion - Americana5, Greed10, Reckless Gambler15, Dependent - Family 5, Dependent - Girlfriend 5
advantages:
Cultural Flexibility 10, Influential Friends 15, Driving Goal - Leave for America 5, Crew - Streetkids 5,
Mental Balance: -20
Skills:
Handgun 9, Search 13 Read/Write Cryllic 10, Swim 8, Accounting & Bookkepping 5, Computers 6, Electronics 5, Poisons & Drugs 15, Information Retrieval 5, Seamanship 11, Written Report 7, Languages - English 7, Languages - Check 10, Net of Contacts - Mafia 13, Estimate Value 12, Diplomacy 7, Etiquette 8, Seduction 6, Interrogation 7, Drive Car 7, Gambling 8, Taganka Area Knowledge 10, Bargaining 5, Streetwise 10
Dimitrii Chernetskii
Profession: Bum
Date of Birth: August 1953?
Place of Birth: Private Doctor and Nurse in Chernetskii House
Home: The streets of Moskov or, when you are lucky, abandoned warehouses.
Employer: Unemployed. What money you do make is from distributing drugs from a dealer on occassions.
Standard of Living: Destitute. You only have money to eat when you peddle the drugs passed on to you, or when you come across and steal from unconscious teenagers after nightclubs close. The most you can manage on a good month is 200,000 rubles (about $50 US).
Height: 6’7"
Weight: 160kg
Age: 45
Hair Colour: Brown
Eye Colour: Brown
History:
(Black-marked, stricken, removed, displaced and bastardised. From the beginning it has been for the wrong reasons - your rejection followed with subsequent isolation as reward. The word ‘mother’ is as distant to you as ‘father’, a British Diplomat caught in an affair with a wife of a member of the Nomenclature - the result of their tryst a baby neither of them wanted. But your mother did not abort, oh no. She lied saying it was her husbands, but he knew and that is why you grew up distant, raised by a nanny in apartments far from family.
Dimitri’s mother is a daughter of Maria Feodorova who married a member of the Nomenclature like her mother. Her affair with the British Diplomat Eugene Penhewwas unexpected. Penhew was a passion conjurer in the service of Malkuth and was trying to uncover more about the Vsotnie Zdaniya (the Stalin-Gothic towers) and infiltrate the Feodorova connection but he disappeared when Maria became pregnant. Covering the pregnancy Yevdokiya delivered the child and kept it away from her mother, Maria in those early stages of her transformation. Penhew continued looking into the towers and was captured by Sandolphin as the passion conjurer tried to pry deeper and dragged to a purgatory.
(Private school. Money arranged. Infrequent visits by a cold mother. Your childhood was bleak and empty, save the nanny who was more interested in seeing you disciplined - as you aged you could see the resentment of her having to look after you instead of the proper child of the Chernetskii. University. Politics and Government. Beat them at their own game and make something of yourself.
(You don’t remember ever seeing so much blood… and all of it leaking from your arm, sorry, lack of one. How? You screamed and screamed and then people grabbed you, dragging you into a van, injections of serums in long syringes, enwrapping you in yellowed stained bandages, hands pressed against every fighting limb, and a drowsy sleep and monsters pressing out of the faces of the doctors and nurses.
The Archbishop uncovered Yevdokiya’s misfortune and decided to exploit her son, now a bachelor living on her money. He sent Servailants to capture the boy but in the process Dimitrii was possessed by the purgatide of his father and proved resisting - the Servailants got out of hand. As the Nepharite Sandolphin came for Eugene Penhew the Servailants fled, knowing the presence of the Nepharite and Eugene also left his son’s dying body in search of a stronger candidate. Sandolphin followed.
(Awakening to bright lights and something heavy hanging off your arm, a cold chill aching in your shoulder where… a metal contraption where your arm was removed, a new limb. Your screams brought men, chaining you to a bed… more doctors leering and electrodes placed over your naked skin. Pain. Pain. Pain. More and more, faces blurring.
The Archbishop had Doctors under his control from an Asylum take Dimitrii into hiding for use against Maria Feodorova at a later time. They affixed a crude metallic arm taken from the Machine City to his shoulder and began lengthy shock-treatment sessions to make him a drooling and insane man.
(Fifteen years later pumelling the guard into unconsciousness and fleeing into the air, into a new Russia, a new Moskov. The streets cold, the politics democratic, the people greedy instead of placid, violent instead of complying - the new Moskov disorientates you, but you have the pills, the needles, drugs from the asylum’s medical cupboard - they make you money, peddling morphine, codeine to youths eager for new experiences. Then attacks, gangs beating you, stealing all money and drugs. Another urchin offering you a hand, a way to get money - a dealer needing distribution. You need to eat.
But Dimitrii escaped and fled. Now the Archbishop looks for him to lock him back up.
Chronological History:
1953 You were born and placed in care of the family nanny
1975 Graduated with Honours in Politics at University of Moskov
1982 Lose arm somehow and taken to asylum after prosthetic replacement
1997 You escape before December and flee the asylum
1998 The present
Family:
Father, British Diplomat, name… Unknown Eugene Penhew
Mother Yevdokiya Chernetskii (maiden name - Feodorova), a cold aristocrat who treated you with indifference
Nanny Vera
Personality:
(You are always to blame, everyone says so and it began with your parents whose lives were forever changed with your illegitimate birth - your fault and your problem. Ostracised you lived a life of isolation with a belligerent nanny and it then fifteen more years alone. You can’t trust anybody and sometimes not even yourself, your past has testified to that. It doesn’t mean you shun people, but you know that people are looking for you… who? Ever since the… accident.
(You are strung-out, but mostly people leave you alone, your attitude and size, however the youth are slowly recognising you as a drug peddler and some of the gangs acknowledge you for this reason.
Stuff:
(Prosthetic arm - electric? arm that replaced your right arm. The arm was taken by Servailants sent to the Machine city by the Archbishop to find somethign suitable for replacement to make the horror against the Feodorova’s enhanced when the Archbishop would reveal their forgotten son to them. 6,000rubles. 4 cannibas resin caps. Candle. Matches (eight left). Rags stuffed into pockets.
Description:
(You are a sight to what you used to be, but you don’t care, dressed in a bear of a trenchcoat that hides your dull grey metal prosthetic that whines and twitches and aches - you’ve threatened a few youths threatening to beat you up with the tri-pincers which snap shut with incredible force. You haven’t shaved a month and the stubble is wild and unruly. You smell and you still wear the asylum clothes under your trenchcoat.
TARGET
The family, his rejection and punishment for it. His father seeking escape from recapture by Sandolphin will use his son needlessly and the Archbishop wants to use him against his mother’s side - the Feodorovas. This horror of family need and no give should play an important part in Dimitrii’s life
Possession. At these times it may be wise for Dimitrii to think he is playing a split personality or schizophrenic, letting him roleplay out the creature in possession with notes from the Gamemaster.
STR: 17
AGL: 13
EGO: 15
CON: 16
PER: 8
EDU: 17
CHA: 6
COM: 3 (was 8)
Load Capacity: 17kg
Movement: 6.5 m
# of Actions: 2
Initiative Bonus: +1
Endurance: 110
Damage Bonus: +3
5 scratches = 1 light
4 light = 1 serious
3 serious = 1 fatal
disadvantages:
Innocently Blamed15, Maimed 15, Mental Constriction10, Unwilling Medium15, Wanted - The Archbishop (Lictor) 15, Black Sheep - Family5,
advantages:
Endure Pain15,
Mental Balance: -45
Skills:
Melee Weapons - crude cyberlimb 13, Unarmed Combat 11, Read/Write Cryllic 17, Accounting and Bookkeeping 4, Poisons and Drugs 4, Information Retrieval 13, Rhetoric 11, Written Report 13, Etiquette 6, Night Combat 8, Administration 14, Bureaucracy 15,
Social Sciences 16, Politics 17
Anna Naryshkina (Anichka)
Profession: Streetkid
Date of Birth: July 29th 1980
Place of Birth: Moskov
Home: You have no home. You live for several days at a friend’s place before moving on to another locale… sometimes you are forced to live on the streets but you avoid it as much as possible.
Employer: Unemployed. What money you do make is from distributing drugs from a dealer on occassions - which also helps a cheap way to feed you habit.
Standard of Living: Poor. Thankfully friends offer shelter and food on occasion which cuts down expenses. You can manage about 1,200,000 rubles (approx $300 US) a month if you work hard when selling drugs… otherwise you must solely rely on the charity of others
Height: 5’6"
Weight: 60kg
Age: 18
Hair Colour: Black
Eye Colour: Light Green
History:
(Even when your father picked upon one of his children for not pulling their weight, it was never you - even when it was your fault. Lost in background, stifled under the burden of being third-born of four - not receiving the praise of the first-born, nor the reliability of the second-born when the first failed, nor the doting upon the youngest… you were forgettable. And that forgetfulness stagnated… through school and into your early teens. You can’t remember your parents ever calling you by name.
There is nothing supernatural here, Anna is simply not charismatic to the extent that her family found her uninteresting.
(As your mother and father reeled under the fall of Communism you ran, with clothes a little money, and what respect you still cradled for yourself… but to where…
(The blackening cold drenching everything… your rubles only feeding you for a few days… blackening cold threatening you turning fingers and toes numb. It began as an accident, mistaken identity… a black car, money shown from shadowed men inside just for a little comfort. Anything to escape the cold and you entered another world… hands grabbing, pressing where none ever had. And once the deeds were completed… rubles pressed into your dirtied hands.
Anna’s experiences at such a young age directed her drug habit. Reality grows to be such an abhorrent situation for her, mainly because she cannot deal with it - does not have the experience.
(The escape came with cannibas. Not a hard drug that would push you into insanity, but a mild anaesthetic to numb reality to a point where it seemed like a dream. The cannibas made you happy, if only briefly, the suspension of disbelief stronger than your imagination could ever hope to conjure. But the games became worse. Too many hands. And too many perversions all wanting, enslaving with money which buys all.
(Your choice to give up was replaced with an increased drug intake and inflamed desire for release in a whirlwind of people… nightclubs where once you walked looking for work… no not work. Money. Now the money was running out and you needed help. Desperation worked its fingers at you as reality came knocking back at consciousness, reminding of the overdue payments.
(Crying in the gutter with the last rubles, a triad in your dirtied palm, a drunken angel came to your rescue. Though young as you he was inflamed with life and his words were poetry. He took you home where you fed, bathed, and slept in his large clean bed while he didacted sonnets until the morning light. Pavel’s arms wrapped around your neck, but not a lover’s cling, placing a silver locket around your neck telling you to ask work from a local drug dealer looking for younger people to help in his business.
Pavel, a Lorelei considering himself an outcast had watched Anna’s descent over the year after she ceased being a prostitute and took pity on her and, hoping to bolster her failing courage gave her his silver locket of his grandmothers which contained a picture of his grandfather. He felt he needed it not because he cared little for family, but he could see she needed one (in a way of recognition than actual family). He still looks out for her and will help her should she fall into trouble he can help her out of - such is his poetic and chivalric nature.
(And so you began to support yourself when you needed it, the work not being demanding or regular.
Chronological History:
1973 Elder brother Vasily born
1975 Elder sister, Anna was born
1980 You were born
1983 Younger sister Natalia born
1985 Began schooling
1991 Fled home to the streets and became a prostitue at the age of 12
1996 Gave up prostitution and spiralled down into poverty and desperation
1997 Pavel Klimenko, local poet and drunkard rescued you from the gutter
1997 began work for Sergei Markevich as a distributor of drugs
Family:
Father, Ivan Naryshkina
Mother, Maria Naryshkina
Elder brother, Vasily Naryshkina
Elder sister, Anna Naryshkina
Younger sister, Natalia Naryshkina
Personality:
(You have a hard time staying friends with people and you wander from group to group - no one gets close, whether you allow them to or not, they just acquiese to your presence for a while before slipping into disinterest. Or maybe this is because of the drugs… the drugs which so help pushing away everything that is old school… the past. You need to escape what made you, need the release from a stifling culture and a desperate persona when it regains consciousness after bouts of plastilin and cannibas.
(You’ve picked up when it is time to leave. That feeling calls out to you and the paranoia grows until you move on to another place, other people to escape the claustrophobic prison of neglect and danger. You hate the streets, hate what you used to be, but you can see no way to escape the bleak roads and dark-eyed stares of apartment high-rises. You need money, and you have none… what you can earn only supplying you enough to live. Whey you are high everything becomes so much easier to accept and understand - a release beyond any other.
Stuff:
(small canvas back-bag, small gas burner, two eating knives, long sewing needles, small pipe, matches, 1 change of clothes, silver locket with picture of someone unknown
Description:
(Though not vain, you always pride yourself on presenting your person with style and dress sense, you take more interest in how you look than most. Perhaps it is because people ignore you that you go to extra lengths to be remembered. Your clothes are not drab. You invested what money was left after drugs during prostitution on Western clothes.
TARGET
Her willingness to leave reality should prove difficult. Wherever she goes a prison should seem to close over her and pin her down, but not simple entrapment, but entrapment to the point where the captors forget her whatever they might be. Her use of drugs may not be enough and only to truly escape she must use harder drugs and finally break free of reality… of course this brings up the interesting problem of Metropolis.
She is forgettable, and when combined with her fear of being entrapped in that situation it is heightened. How this works with the player characters proves an interesting task - her actions should then seem useless, not to the point of ruin, but negligible.
STR: 8
AGL: 12
EGO: 16
CON: 13
PER: 16
EDU: 13
CHA: 5
COM: 17
Load Capacity: 8kg
Movement: 6 m
# of Actions: 2
Endurance: 95
Initiative Bonus: 0
Damage Bonus: 0
4 scratches = 1 light
3 light = 1 serious
3 serious = 1 fatal
disadvantages:
Drug addiction - cannibas15, Forgotten10, Vain5
advantages:
Sixth Sense15, Bete-Noir Ally - Lorelei Pavel Klimenko10,
Mental Balance: -5
Skills:
Sneak 8, Dodge 9, Search 13, Read/Write Cryllic 13, Poisons & Drugs 13, Occult 4, Seduction 9, Disguise 5, Acting 5, Taganka Knowledge 14, Moskov Knowledge 10, Taganka Secrets 13, Bargaining 6, Erotica 9, Streetwise 16, Style 14
