Gomez's Masks of Nynarlathotep Characters
Francis Fulk Fitzwarren, the Great Beast of London
Male Dilletante/Occultist 4 Defensive Option
Height: 5' 6"
Weight: 128 lbs
Hair: Black
Eyes: Hazel
STR 10 (+0)
DEX 13 (+1)
CON 12 (+1)
INT 18 (+4)
WIS 14 (+2)
CHA 15 (+2)
HP: 25
AC: 11 (+1 Dexterity)
Init: +1
Speed: 30'
Sanity: 70
Saving Throws
Fort: +5
Ref: +2
Will: +6
BAB: +2
Melee: +2
Ranged: +3
Skills
Diplomacy +9 (7 ranks, +2 Cha)
Gather Information +9 (7 ranks, +2 Cha)
Innuendo +9 (7 ranks, +2 Cha)
Knowledge (Occult) +11 (7 ranks, +4 Int)
Psychic Focus +9 (7 ranks, +2 Wis)
Speak Ancient Egyptian +11 (7 ranks, +4 Int)
Speak Arabic +11 (7 ranks, +4 Int)
Speak Chinese +8 (4 ranks, +4 Int)
Speak French + 7 (3 ranks, +4 Int)
Speak German +8 (4 ranks, +4 Int)
Speak Greek +11 (7 ranks, +4 Int)
Speak Latin +11 (7 ranks, +4 Int)
Speak Spanish +7 (3 ranks, +4 Int)
Spellcraft +11 (7 ranks, +4 Int)
Languages
English (native), Ancient Egyptian, Arabic, Chinese, French, German, Greek, Latin, Spanish
Feats
Sensitive, True Seeing, Biofeedback
Wealth
Savings: $14,000
Income: $7,000
History
The Fitzwarrens were one of the London's many aristocratic families, like so many others divided into their businessmen and their eccentrics. Francis Fulk Fitzwarren, or "Francie", as his mother liked to call him, fell firmly into the latter camp. Born in 1889, the brilliant, but undeniably odd Francis was spoiled by his overindulgent parents, and kept out of the schools to educate himself according to his whims and desires, which soon lead him to the vast collection of occult books assembled by his ancestors. While his stolid older brother Edward was learning to run the family business, Francis was translating the Hermetic Papers, and learning about the life of Saint-Germain, as well as discovering a true genius for tongues. The deaths of his parents when he was 12 did nothing to stop his interest--if anything it flamed it higher, as he began to hold impromptu seances, and looked everywhere for some way to pierce the veil that seperated this life from the next.
By the age of 20, Francis had joined no less than seven occult brotherhoods, though most of these hadn't lasted beyond their initial meeting. Over the next two years, he would join a dozen more such groups, several of which he would found himself. These associations would have an important effect on Francis. He discovered, much to his own surprise, that he was a person that people liked, that they enjoyed talking to, and who could liven up parties with interesting discussions and a certain amount of cutting wit. And he discovered he liking being such a person, enjoyed parties, and enjoyed--well, enjoying himself. He became a fixture of society's scandal set. He also developed a lifelong rivalry with Aleister Crowley, after being thrown out of a Silver Star meeting for hissing at "the wickedest man in the world's" speech. Shortly thereafter, Francis declared that he was in fact the Great Beast that Crowley claimed to be, and that Aleister was a "poor impostor", beginning a lengthy round of arguments, retorts, accusations, and "magical" dueling that's been the talk of the occult world for years. (Since Crowley's rather public expulsion from Italy, Francis has been claiming victory.)
In 1910, Francis left on a world tour, visiting America, Hong Kong, Calcutta Istanbul, and Alexandria. He was in Egypt when the Great War broke out, and wound up serving British Intelligence as a translator and a cryptographer, using his genius with language to break enemy codes. Finally returning to London in 1918, he quickly reentered his old life, now full of even more tales to amuse people at parties with, and generally considered one of the most knowledgable men on occult topics, even if he was something of a gadfly. Christened the "Great Beast of London" by papers to distinguish him from Crowley, Francis's life is at the present a blend of celebrity and notoriety. He has taken up apartments in Plum Tree House, a Oriental-style novelty mansion built by an ancestor and fellow eccentric.
Personality
Acerbic and just a tad hedonistic--but always very refined--Francis is a definite Presence dispensing cynical wit and outrageous statements, as well as ingesting a great deal of alcohol. A lifetime of dealing with frauds has dented his enthusiasm for the occult slightly--it has diminished to a mere hobby, in many ways--and yet despite himself, he is still filled with a impression that there is something out there. Self-sufficiently wealthy, Francis can afford to live to amuse himself, and does, with no apologies.
Male Dilletante/Occultist 4 Defensive Option
Height: 5' 6"
Weight: 128 lbs
Hair: Black
Eyes: Hazel
STR 10 (+0)
DEX 13 (+1)
CON 12 (+1)
INT 18 (+4)
WIS 14 (+2)
CHA 15 (+2)
HP: 25
AC: 11 (+1 Dexterity)
Init: +1
Speed: 30'
Sanity: 70
Saving Throws
Fort: +5
Ref: +2
Will: +6
BAB: +2
Melee: +2
Ranged: +3
Skills
Diplomacy +9 (7 ranks, +2 Cha)
Gather Information +9 (7 ranks, +2 Cha)
Innuendo +9 (7 ranks, +2 Cha)
Knowledge (Occult) +11 (7 ranks, +4 Int)
Psychic Focus +9 (7 ranks, +2 Wis)
Speak Ancient Egyptian +11 (7 ranks, +4 Int)
Speak Arabic +11 (7 ranks, +4 Int)
Speak Chinese +8 (4 ranks, +4 Int)
Speak French + 7 (3 ranks, +4 Int)
Speak German +8 (4 ranks, +4 Int)
Speak Greek +11 (7 ranks, +4 Int)
Speak Latin +11 (7 ranks, +4 Int)
Speak Spanish +7 (3 ranks, +4 Int)
Spellcraft +11 (7 ranks, +4 Int)
Languages
English (native), Ancient Egyptian, Arabic, Chinese, French, German, Greek, Latin, Spanish
Feats
Sensitive, True Seeing, Biofeedback
Wealth
Savings: $14,000
Income: $7,000
History
The Fitzwarrens were one of the London's many aristocratic families, like so many others divided into their businessmen and their eccentrics. Francis Fulk Fitzwarren, or "Francie", as his mother liked to call him, fell firmly into the latter camp. Born in 1889, the brilliant, but undeniably odd Francis was spoiled by his overindulgent parents, and kept out of the schools to educate himself according to his whims and desires, which soon lead him to the vast collection of occult books assembled by his ancestors. While his stolid older brother Edward was learning to run the family business, Francis was translating the Hermetic Papers, and learning about the life of Saint-Germain, as well as discovering a true genius for tongues. The deaths of his parents when he was 12 did nothing to stop his interest--if anything it flamed it higher, as he began to hold impromptu seances, and looked everywhere for some way to pierce the veil that seperated this life from the next.
By the age of 20, Francis had joined no less than seven occult brotherhoods, though most of these hadn't lasted beyond their initial meeting. Over the next two years, he would join a dozen more such groups, several of which he would found himself. These associations would have an important effect on Francis. He discovered, much to his own surprise, that he was a person that people liked, that they enjoyed talking to, and who could liven up parties with interesting discussions and a certain amount of cutting wit. And he discovered he liking being such a person, enjoyed parties, and enjoyed--well, enjoying himself. He became a fixture of society's scandal set. He also developed a lifelong rivalry with Aleister Crowley, after being thrown out of a Silver Star meeting for hissing at "the wickedest man in the world's" speech. Shortly thereafter, Francis declared that he was in fact the Great Beast that Crowley claimed to be, and that Aleister was a "poor impostor", beginning a lengthy round of arguments, retorts, accusations, and "magical" dueling that's been the talk of the occult world for years. (Since Crowley's rather public expulsion from Italy, Francis has been claiming victory.)
In 1910, Francis left on a world tour, visiting America, Hong Kong, Calcutta Istanbul, and Alexandria. He was in Egypt when the Great War broke out, and wound up serving British Intelligence as a translator and a cryptographer, using his genius with language to break enemy codes. Finally returning to London in 1918, he quickly reentered his old life, now full of even more tales to amuse people at parties with, and generally considered one of the most knowledgable men on occult topics, even if he was something of a gadfly. Christened the "Great Beast of London" by papers to distinguish him from Crowley, Francis's life is at the present a blend of celebrity and notoriety. He has taken up apartments in Plum Tree House, a Oriental-style novelty mansion built by an ancestor and fellow eccentric.
Personality
Acerbic and just a tad hedonistic--but always very refined--Francis is a definite Presence dispensing cynical wit and outrageous statements, as well as ingesting a great deal of alcohol. A lifetime of dealing with frauds has dented his enthusiasm for the occult slightly--it has diminished to a mere hobby, in many ways--and yet despite himself, he is still filled with a impression that there is something out there. Self-sufficiently wealthy, Francis can afford to live to amuse himself, and does, with no apologies.
Barendd Nobeard
Explorer
Croydon Glenister
Croydon Glenister
Male Soldier 4 Offensive Option
Height: 5' 10"
Weight: 190 lbs
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
STR 15 (+2)
DEX 18 (+4)
CON 10 (+0)
INT 14 (+2)
WIS 13 (+1)
CHA 12 (+1)
HP: 19
AC: 14 (+4 Dexterity)
Init: +4
Speed: 30'
Sanity: 65
Saving Throws
Fort: +1
Ref: +8
Will: +2
BAB: +3
Melee: +5
Ranged: +7
Skills
(ranks in parentheses)
Climb +9 (7)
Hide +10 (7)
Jump +9 (7)
Listen +8 (7)
Move Silently +10 (7)
Spot +8 (7)
Swim +9 (7)
Wilderness Lore +8 (7)
Craft: Gunsmith +10 (7)
Know: Chemistry +7 (4)
Lang: Gaelic +6 (3)
Lang: Eng (native)
Languages
English (native), Gaelic
Feats
Point Blank Shot, Precise Shot, Far Shot
Wealth
Savings: 6000
Income: 3000
History
Born to working class parents south of London, there were not many opportunities for a better life--or even a different one. The military provided the only option to escape a mundane life as a green grocer, had Croydon followed in his father's footsteps. With enlistment swelling the ranks at the beginning of The Great War, Croydon was just one more small cog in the British military machine. He was surprised (and, truthfully, a bit relieved) that his first assignment was not to the continent, but to Ireland. Croydon served under General John Maxwell during the Easter Uprising of 1916. This assignment brought him into contact with Irish culture, which led to his study of the Gaelic language.
Eventually, though, he was needed for The Great War, and Croydon was shipped to the continent. There, he experienced first-hand the horrors of German chemical warfare--phosgene, chlorine, and "mustard gas" left his body temporarily wracked with pain and permanently frail. Still, he was a crack shot with a rifle and continued to serve during the war.
Croydon was shipped back to Dublin after the Armistice. The start of the Anglo-Irish War (called the "Irish War of Independence" by the rebels) put Croydon back into combat action. But his Gaelic language skill proved so useful that he was assigned to the Dublin Castle Propaganda Department, established in August of 1920, while the war still raged. In 1921, the Irish war finally ended.
It was while working at the castle that Croydon began his correspondence with Mr. Jackson Elias, of New York City. Croydon's sister had always been interested in the occult, and she introduced the two by letter when Mr. Elias mentioned that he needed some research done in Ireland. Croydon scoffed at his sister's occult interests, but an American pen pal was too interesting a prospect to ignore. The research was....interesting, and Croydon was able to complete Mr. Elias' tasks in his off-hours. As a member of the Propaganda Department, Croydon had access to much information in Dublin--and even more sources. Despite the many differences between them, Croydon felt a kinship with Mr. Elias, and hoped to meet him one day.
Back in the London, living with his sister and her husband (a green grocer!), Croydon does not have much planned for his post army "career." He is dreading the thought of working at the family shop, though he knows his brother-in-law would welcome him into the family business. It's nice to have a safety net, Croydon thinks, but after his experiences in three wars, he realizes that there is a lot left to see in the world.
Croydon does not have many possessions, but a few of them are rather unusual for a working class Englishman. He has a rifle which he "forgot" to return to the army upon his discharge, a German pistol he looted from an enemy he killed in battle, and some ammunition for both (though not much for the German pistol). His other unusual possession is a slender book. In appreciation for acquiring a certain Irish tome, Mr. Elias sent Croydon a small token of thanks. Knowing of the Englishman's love of the poetry of Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Jackson sent him a copy of the 1798 printing of Lyrical Ballads by Wordsworth and Coleridge, which contained the first version of Coleridge's famous The Rime of the Ancyent Marinere. Croydon treasures this book immensely.
Personality
Straightforward and unassuming, Croydon chafes under the British class system which would relegate him to life as a grocer--if he played by society's expectations. Still, he is not bitter and remains optimistic that he will find a calling now that the British Army has decided he is unfit for duty.
Croydon Glenister
Male Soldier 4 Offensive Option
Height: 5' 10"
Weight: 190 lbs
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
STR 15 (+2)
DEX 18 (+4)
CON 10 (+0)
INT 14 (+2)
WIS 13 (+1)
CHA 12 (+1)
HP: 19
AC: 14 (+4 Dexterity)
Init: +4
Speed: 30'
Sanity: 65
Saving Throws
Fort: +1
Ref: +8
Will: +2
BAB: +3
Melee: +5
Ranged: +7
Skills
(ranks in parentheses)
Climb +9 (7)
Hide +10 (7)
Jump +9 (7)
Listen +8 (7)
Move Silently +10 (7)
Spot +8 (7)
Swim +9 (7)
Wilderness Lore +8 (7)
Craft: Gunsmith +10 (7)
Know: Chemistry +7 (4)
Lang: Gaelic +6 (3)
Lang: Eng (native)
Languages
English (native), Gaelic
Feats
Point Blank Shot, Precise Shot, Far Shot
Wealth
Savings: 6000
Income: 3000
History
Born to working class parents south of London, there were not many opportunities for a better life--or even a different one. The military provided the only option to escape a mundane life as a green grocer, had Croydon followed in his father's footsteps. With enlistment swelling the ranks at the beginning of The Great War, Croydon was just one more small cog in the British military machine. He was surprised (and, truthfully, a bit relieved) that his first assignment was not to the continent, but to Ireland. Croydon served under General John Maxwell during the Easter Uprising of 1916. This assignment brought him into contact with Irish culture, which led to his study of the Gaelic language.
Eventually, though, he was needed for The Great War, and Croydon was shipped to the continent. There, he experienced first-hand the horrors of German chemical warfare--phosgene, chlorine, and "mustard gas" left his body temporarily wracked with pain and permanently frail. Still, he was a crack shot with a rifle and continued to serve during the war.
Croydon was shipped back to Dublin after the Armistice. The start of the Anglo-Irish War (called the "Irish War of Independence" by the rebels) put Croydon back into combat action. But his Gaelic language skill proved so useful that he was assigned to the Dublin Castle Propaganda Department, established in August of 1920, while the war still raged. In 1921, the Irish war finally ended.
It was while working at the castle that Croydon began his correspondence with Mr. Jackson Elias, of New York City. Croydon's sister had always been interested in the occult, and she introduced the two by letter when Mr. Elias mentioned that he needed some research done in Ireland. Croydon scoffed at his sister's occult interests, but an American pen pal was too interesting a prospect to ignore. The research was....interesting, and Croydon was able to complete Mr. Elias' tasks in his off-hours. As a member of the Propaganda Department, Croydon had access to much information in Dublin--and even more sources. Despite the many differences between them, Croydon felt a kinship with Mr. Elias, and hoped to meet him one day.
Back in the London, living with his sister and her husband (a green grocer!), Croydon does not have much planned for his post army "career." He is dreading the thought of working at the family shop, though he knows his brother-in-law would welcome him into the family business. It's nice to have a safety net, Croydon thinks, but after his experiences in three wars, he realizes that there is a lot left to see in the world.
Croydon does not have many possessions, but a few of them are rather unusual for a working class Englishman. He has a rifle which he "forgot" to return to the army upon his discharge, a German pistol he looted from an enemy he killed in battle, and some ammunition for both (though not much for the German pistol). His other unusual possession is a slender book. In appreciation for acquiring a certain Irish tome, Mr. Elias sent Croydon a small token of thanks. Knowing of the Englishman's love of the poetry of Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Jackson sent him a copy of the 1798 printing of Lyrical Ballads by Wordsworth and Coleridge, which contained the first version of Coleridge's famous The Rime of the Ancyent Marinere. Croydon treasures this book immensely.
Personality
Straightforward and unassuming, Croydon chafes under the British class system which would relegate him to life as a grocer--if he played by society's expectations. Still, he is not bitter and remains optimistic that he will find a calling now that the British Army has decided he is unfit for duty.
Barendd Nobeard
Explorer
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