Post by brendur on Sept 9, 2010 9:47:03 GMT -8
The Long Con
Name: Archibald “Arch” Dover
Class: The Fixer
XP:
Reputation:
Attractiveness: Buzz: Specialties:
Misdirection: Buzz: Specialties:
Tech:3 Buzz: Specialties:
Lore: Buzz: Specialties:
Persuasion:1 Buzz: Specialties:
Intimidation:2 Buzz: Specialties:
Sparkle: Buzz: Specialties:
Luck: Buzz: Specialties:
Empathy: Buzz: Specialties:
Lie:2 Buzz: Specialties:
Sleight-of-Hand: Buzz: Specialties:
Lockpick: 1 Buzz: Specialties:
Sneak: Buzz: Specialties:
Connections:2 Buzz: Specialties:
Read: Buzz: Specialties:
Notice: 2 Buzz: Specialties:
Rep: ----- Specialties:
Fasttalk: Buzz: Specialties:
Research: 2 Buzz: Specialties:
Dirt: Buzz: Specialties:
Archibald, Arch to his friends, is a tall, lanky specimen of Manchester’s finest working class. In his early forties he keeps his salt and pepper hair buzzed close to his skull. His face is possessed of hatchet sharp features, housing blue eyes which seem to be caught in a permanent squint, as if the coke bottle glasses he wears aren’t enough to bring the world into focus.
He tends to lean towards function over flavor when it comes to his dress, jeans, flannel shirts, and industrial steel toed boots, along with his favorite work jacket which looks like it’s seen every natural disaster known to man. He almost always has a tape measure, military grade multi-tool, and a surveying scope on his person.
It takes a stern personality to run an auto and aviary repair shop, otherwise tools go missing, workers slack off, and suddenly the name of your shop is plastered all over the news with the words “law suit” and “full investigation”. Then of course the authorities find out why you have 3 below ground compartments that fail to show on the schematics in city hall. Arch is therefore stern, not as a matter of personal issues, but rather as a method of self preservation. The world doesn’t look kindly on failure, so why should he?
The son of a proud World War II aviary mechanic, Arch takes great personal pride in his engineering ability, such pride in fact it’s a wonder he ever turned to crime in the first place. Arch however found that in the legal world, a proper mechanic was becoming a less and less respected position. The men on high were less likely to give you credit for your hard work, and more likely to saddle you with their failures. His first job was helping lift an under the table diamond shipment from the same airline company that fired him over a negligence dispute. As it turns out, criminals are much more grateful for a fixer, than an airline is for a mechanic.
17 years and a divorce later, Arch is still in the “Business” as he calls it, though he’s very particular about who he works for. Anyone willing to put up with the aging foul mouthed stickler and show him a measure of respect, will find themselves with few doors blocking their path.
Name: Archibald “Arch” Dover
Class: The Fixer
XP:
Reputation:
Attractiveness: Buzz: Specialties:
Misdirection: Buzz: Specialties:
Tech:3 Buzz: Specialties:
Lore: Buzz: Specialties:
Persuasion:1 Buzz: Specialties:
Intimidation:2 Buzz: Specialties:
Sparkle: Buzz: Specialties:
Luck: Buzz: Specialties:
Empathy: Buzz: Specialties:
Lie:2 Buzz: Specialties:
Sleight-of-Hand: Buzz: Specialties:
Lockpick: 1 Buzz: Specialties:
Sneak: Buzz: Specialties:
Connections:2 Buzz: Specialties:
Read: Buzz: Specialties:
Notice: 2 Buzz: Specialties:
Rep: ----- Specialties:
Fasttalk: Buzz: Specialties:
Research: 2 Buzz: Specialties:
Dirt: Buzz: Specialties:
Archibald, Arch to his friends, is a tall, lanky specimen of Manchester’s finest working class. In his early forties he keeps his salt and pepper hair buzzed close to his skull. His face is possessed of hatchet sharp features, housing blue eyes which seem to be caught in a permanent squint, as if the coke bottle glasses he wears aren’t enough to bring the world into focus.
He tends to lean towards function over flavor when it comes to his dress, jeans, flannel shirts, and industrial steel toed boots, along with his favorite work jacket which looks like it’s seen every natural disaster known to man. He almost always has a tape measure, military grade multi-tool, and a surveying scope on his person.
It takes a stern personality to run an auto and aviary repair shop, otherwise tools go missing, workers slack off, and suddenly the name of your shop is plastered all over the news with the words “law suit” and “full investigation”. Then of course the authorities find out why you have 3 below ground compartments that fail to show on the schematics in city hall. Arch is therefore stern, not as a matter of personal issues, but rather as a method of self preservation. The world doesn’t look kindly on failure, so why should he?
The son of a proud World War II aviary mechanic, Arch takes great personal pride in his engineering ability, such pride in fact it’s a wonder he ever turned to crime in the first place. Arch however found that in the legal world, a proper mechanic was becoming a less and less respected position. The men on high were less likely to give you credit for your hard work, and more likely to saddle you with their failures. His first job was helping lift an under the table diamond shipment from the same airline company that fired him over a negligence dispute. As it turns out, criminals are much more grateful for a fixer, than an airline is for a mechanic.
17 years and a divorce later, Arch is still in the “Business” as he calls it, though he’s very particular about who he works for. Anyone willing to put up with the aging foul mouthed stickler and show him a measure of respect, will find themselves with few doors blocking their path.
sorry for the wait, the day got away from me.