Agents of Time (PCs)

[GWolf]

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[Janos Audron]

Xanthos Aischraiou

The Smart Hero

Abilities:

Str: 8
Dex:14
Con: 16
Int: 16
Wis: 10
Cha: 10

AC: 13
HP: 16
Init: +4
BAB: +1
Saves: +x / +x / +x

Feats:
Archaic Weapons Proficiency
Dodge
Improved Initiative
Light Armor Proficiency

Talent: Linguist

Skills:
Decipher Script +8
Diplomacy +2
Knowledge (Ancients Plays) +4
Knowledge (History) +8
Knowledge (Mathematics) +4
Knowledge (Tactics) +9
Knowledge (Theology and Philosophy) +8
Listen +2
Navigate +8
Perform (Lyre, Flute) +2
Read/Write Language (Ancient Hebrew)
Read/Write Language (Ancient Greek)
Read/Write Language (Egyptian)
Read/Write Language (English)
Read/Write Language (German)
Read/Write Language (Late Babylonian)
Read/Write Language (Latin)
Read/Write Language (Phoenician)
Read/Write Language (Russian)
Read/Write Language (Temporal)
Research +8
Speak Language (Ancient Hebrew)
Speak Language (Ancient Greek)
Speak Language (Egyptian)
Speak Language (English)
Speak Language (German)
Speak Language (Latin)
Speak Language (Russian)
Speak Language (Temporal)
Spot +2

Starting Occupation: Military
Wealth: 6
Action Points: 11
Allegiances: *Organization*, Greece, Zeus

Xanthos, son of Aischraios, was born around 221 BC in Athens. Now, twentyfive years later, he is a healthy, tanned young man, with some combat experience.

Born around 221 BC, as the son of a wealth merchant, he had access to normal schooling. And he liked it, he was good at it. While at school he learned the funny things, like The Illiad or Odyssee, at home he read the works of Hereodtus. He learned a lot from these books, like what the world looked like (flat, with the land surrounded by Oceanus) and how the wars with the Persians were fought. He learned how the Gods always punish Hubris, and this made him a humble person.

But, at the age of 18, he was called for army training. He went with high hopes, but he sucked at it. It was one of the first things he wasn't good at, and it disappointed him greatly. After a while, he did learn the basics, of course, and his father bought him a hoplite outfit.

And that's when he was called to fight for his country. The Romans had been attacking for time, and they needed a larger army. And then he fought for his life. He killed man after man, his unit holding the line. He moved forward, together with his unit, stepping over the bodies of his enemies, when suddenly, she saw something. The sun reflecting off its shiny surface, a roman gauntlet. he quickly grabbed it and put it on. It might be worth something...

However, after some time, the tide turned. The Romans were advancing, and more and more of his friends were falling down around him. Eventually, Xantos was struck down too. The pain was horrible, but lasted only a moment before everything turned black...

And then, a feeling he had never felt before. Life, pure life, flowing through his arm, and then his entire body. Wounds closing, sight returning. For a moment, all was perfect, but then he was back in reality. The fight had moved several hundred feet away from him, but he could see the romans were winning. They were slaughtering his friends, his relative, everyone he knew...when out of thin air, people arrived.

They spoke in a language he did not know, wore clothes he had never seen, in short they looked like something from a dream, maybe they were Gods. Xanthos knelt. They looked at a strange device, and looked back at him with a hint of confusion on their faces. One of them touched his gauntlet, and nodded to the other guy. They just shrugged and took him with them...

[gauntlet = 1/day CLW]

 

[Gurdjieff]

Name: Hector Lightbringer
Race: Human
Type: Dedicated Hero
Gender: Male
Prof: Doctor
Wealth: 11

STR: 12 +1
DEX: 10 +0
CON: 14 +2
INT: 10 +0
WIS: 16 +3
CHA: 14 +2

HP: 2d6+4 (14hp)
BAB: 1
DEF: 12 (+2 DefBonus)
FORT: 2
REF: 0
WILL: 2
INIT: +0
AP: 11

FEATS&SPECIAL
1 Points Blank Shot
1 Surgery
2 Precise shot
All Weapons Proficiency
Healing Knack (Talent, Healing Tree)

SKILLS
1 Craft (Pharmaceuticals) +5 (5/0)
2 Knowledge (Earth and Life) +5 (5/0)
3 Knowledge (Theology and Philosophy) +5 (5/0)
4 Profession (Doctor) +8 (5/3)
5 Treat Injury +8 (5/3)

EQUIPMENT

ATTACKS

Languages:
English

 

[Festy_Dog]

Jaque L'Treugh; Age 32; French

Dedicated Hero 2;

Occupation - Investigative(Private Investigator);

Allegiances - Group(Friends/Party), Moral Philosophy(Good), Ethical Philosophy(Order);

Reputation - 1;

Wealth - 7 = 6(2d4) + 2(Occupation) - 2(Desert Eagle) + 1(Chrono Cop)

Str 10, Dex 14, Con 8, Int 16, Wis 16, Cha 10;

HD 2; HP 6(2d6-2);

Saves - Fort +1, Reflex +3, Will +5;

AC - 14(+2 Defense, +2 Dex)

BA - +1 melee, +3 ranged

Skills -
Forgery (Int) +8/5
Investigate (Int) +8/5
Knowledge (Arcane Lore) +6/3
Knowledge (Behavioural Sciences) +6/3
Knowledge (History) +6/3
Listen (Wis) +7/4
Read/Write Language (french, english, german, latin, temporal)
Search (Int) +7/4
Sense Motive (Wis) +11/5
Speak Language (french, english, german, latin, temporal)
Spot (Wis) +7/4
Survival (Wis) +7/4

Talents - Skill Emphasis(Sense Motive);

Feats - Attentive, Point Blank Shot, Track, All Weapon Proficiencies

Description & History-

Jaque is a pale man, he looks about ten years older than he actually is due an undiagnosed illness he contracted during a childhood on a cattle station in the Australian outback. This disease, though apparently not deadly, slowly ate away at his once great physical strength and stamina over a period of years. In Australia his primary schooling was done over long distance radio seeing as he lived in such a remote location, and when his parents moved back to France he went to high school there (undoubtably this transition caused some culture shock). By the time he finished school he had seen many, many doctors, none could help, he was known as a strange anomily in the medical world. This caused him to start his own search for a cure, which involved interacting with a lot of frauds and apparent holy men. He also did some probing of the past to find probible previous cases. All was to no avail, but eventually he got so good at this searching for people and things business that he became an incredibly successful private eye. He soon earnt enough money to buy himself a custom made hand gun, a titanium plated .440 Cor-Bon Desert Eagle with laser pointer, and a few double column 14(13+1 for gun enthusiasts) round magazines. He treasured it, but was never afraid to put it to good use. Time ticked away, he became quite good at picking out fact from fiction but still had no cure. His body became a little frail as he reached the age of 30, but with some effort he was able to slow down the process due to an expensive diet. Nonetheless his illness was not far from being cured, he just didn't know it.

How he got into the TTA-

Jaque stepped out of the rented car, a good price was offered for the live apprehension of a high tech burglur whom he had carefully followed from Luxembourg to the outskirts of Marsaille. Finally it seemed the time was right to confront him. Even though authorities wanted this guy alive Jaque couldn't help but bring along his prized side arm just in case. He drew a magazine from a belt pouch hidden under his jacket and slowly slid it into butt of the Desert Eagle. When he heard it click into place he flicked off the safety and pulled the slide to chamber the first round. Today he was gonna earn enough to live happily for about a year or so, not that he'd stop working during that time, no way, had to keep fit after all, had to fight it off somehow...

He walked beside the gravel path up to the apparently empty villa, pine trees stood bolt upright as though there was suspense in the air. He decided to try and get in around the back, the front was too open for him. As he crept up alongside the house he noticed the Jaguar parked in the garage, but something seemed off, he decided to take a look. He walked over to the car, it was obviously not your standard sports car. He took a couple of minutes to look it over and could only describe the thing as 'futuristic' afterwoods. The things had gizmos coming out every which way, it was unreal. He shook off his puzzlement at how high tech this thief really was and proceeded around the back of the villa. To his further surprise he found a group of individuals were also attempting to break in to the place, they were whispering something that sounded vaguely like latin. He trained his gun on the one with an MP5SD.

"Okay, whats your business here, let me say I've probably been after this guy for much longer than you bunch have and I believe that if you don't want to share the bounty you can swiftly depart by whatever means you came," Jaque whispered sterly at them.

The group looked at each other, unperterbed by Jaque's intrusion. All of them except the woman with the automatic suddenly pulled assorted handguns on him. The idea of alternate means to get financial support for the next year sprung to mind.

"How about I sit this one out," Jaque said with a grin.

He lowered his gun and slowly started walking back to the car, starting to really feel disappointed about how long he had worked on this. As he opened the driver's seat door in his car he took a look at the villa and an idea came to him, if the guy gets out of the house he'll try to drive away, so he took the car around the corner and parked it across the narrow road. As he got out again he noticed the sound of gunfire coming from the house, he ran back towards there to see the burglar jump from a window and start running for the garage.

"Hold it right th-" Jaque was cut off by the explosion of the villa.

He was flattenned by the blast, his weapon going off as he landed flat on his back. The burglar didn't care though as he picked himself up and got into the Jaguar. He revved the engine as Jaque struggled to get up. He then attempted to run Jaque over, picking up some incredible speed in the 40 or so metres between them somehow. Jaque rolled on his side to get out of the way, and as the vehicle passed he fired three rounds at it, one missed, one hit a back tire and the final one grazed the driver's shoulder. This sent the vehicle out of control, it jerked to the left and compacted itself against a particularly old tree, which barely noticed the impact save a shudder.

Jaque went over to check whether the driver was still alive, in fact he was able to notice from about thirty metres away that the burglar had died, due to the even layer of burglar that seemed to be applied to many things nearby.

"Merde," he said grimly, looking at the car, then back at the house, then back at the car.

"You know we can cure that condition of yours," said a voice behind him.

Jaque spun around to see a man wearing casual attire, looking at him in a matter-of-fact way.

"We really can," he said again, "We saw what you just did and we'd like to offer you a position with us, once you're employed with us you'll be free of that virus,"

Jaque wasn't believing what he was seeing, everything had gone wrong and now some loon who he didn't know was offering a cure for the virus he had. He shrugged, he really couldn't be bothered now. The guy seemed to be telling the truth so Jaque thought he might as well see what he was talking about.

"Tell me more," he said.

 

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