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<blockquote data-quote="aurin777" data-source="post: 1199273" data-attributes="member: 10032">Matthew WarfieldCharismatic Hero 3Occupation: Entrepreneur (gamble, diplomacy)Allegiance(s): Revenge, Truth, Hoffman InstituteAge: 23Gender: MaleHeight: 6'Weight: 155 lbsEyes: chocolate brownHair: dark brownSkin: Olive (italian descent)Str 10&nbsp; [--]&nbsp; 2 pointsDex 14 [+2]&nbsp; 6 pointsCon 10 [--]&nbsp; 2 pointsInt 16&nbsp; [+3] 10 pointsWIs 10 [--]&nbsp; 2 pointsCha 16 [+3] 10 pointsHit Dice: 3d6HP: 16Defense: 15 (10[base]+2[dex]+2[class]+1[vest])Init: +2BAB: +1Melee: +1 (Unarmed: +1, 1d3 dam)Ranged: +3Speed: 30 feetSaves:fort +2ref +4will +1wealth: 13 (5+4[occupation]+4[profession])Rep: +3Action POints: 17Skill Points [7+3x4=40+10+10=60]SkillsBluff&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; +9 / 6Diplomacy&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; +10 / 6 / +1Disguise&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; +9 / 6Gamble&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; +8 / 6 / +2Gather Information&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; +9 / 6 Intimidate&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; +11(16) / 6 / +2(7)Knowledge[Streetwise]&nbsp; +9 / 6Knowledge[Theology]&nbsp; &nbsp; +9 / 6Profession&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; +6 / 6Cross Class:Sense Motive&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; +6 / 3Talents:Charm (women)FavorFeats:Personal Firearms Profeciency (1st)Confident (2nd) +2 gamble +2 intimidateHard-Eyed (3rd) +5 intimdate when pointing a gunEquipmentLight Undercover shirt2 Boxes of .50ae ammoBriefcaseformal outfit (black tux)Business outfit (MiB style)casual outfitovercoat (black trenchcoat)Digital Cameracellphone x2 (one in briefcase)Fake ID x3 (dc 10 each)Handcuffs (in briefcase)Duct tape (in briefcase)Disguise kitLine tap and receiver tap (in briefcase)concealed holster (shoulder)flashlightcountless books and files on occult religionsDossier on his parent's murder caseDesert Eagle with laser sight (-2 wealth)Lamborghini Diablo (its his baby) (-2d6 wealth)Matt's profile:“Listen up, doc, I don’t pay you to sit around and scribble in that book, I pay you to help the nightmares go away.” Matthew likes his shrink, but finds it infuriating when the hunched man continues to nod to himself and write in his small book of notes.“Yes, yes, I apologize, Matthew. So, please, once more can you tell me about what happened when you were thirteen?” The therapist had heard the story ten times before. Matthew’s father was a reporter investigating the cult followings of Michel Galvin and begin to get threats. “Listen doc, you know what happened. Why don’t you just give me the meds and I can be on my way. I’ve got an important date tonight. That blonde number I was tellin’ you about…” The doctor sighs to himself. Poor boy. After his parents were killed by that madman, he has never been able to cope. He is just obsessed.“Matthew, I will give you a week’s worth of the sleeping medication, but you must come to see me again next week. The only way you can learn and grow from these experiences is if you continue to come to therapy.” Obsessed. A Yale graduate in Religious studies, all because of Michel Galvin. Dead ten years, Matthew cannot seem to stop researching him. He can’t even be bothered to run his firm anymore.“Alright, doc, if I’ve got my meds, we’re done here.” Matthew pushes himself out of his chair before straightening his neatly pressed shirt and taking his suit jacket off of the hanger. “I’ll see you next week. Don’t forget to call in the prescription.” Without another word, Matthew was out the door. If only the meds helped the nightmares. Demonic creatures devouring my poor parents. “Well, back to the office,” he murmured to himself, “I’ve got work to be doing.” Touching his holster concealed beneath his clothing he makes his way back to the Hoffman Institute.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="aurin777, post: 1199273, member: 10032"] Matthew Warfield Charismatic Hero 3 Occupation: Entrepreneur (gamble, diplomacy) Allegiance(s): Revenge, Truth, Hoffman Institute Age: 23 Gender: Male Height: 6' Weight: 155 lbs Eyes: chocolate brown Hair: dark brown Skin: Olive (italian descent) Str 10 [--] 2 points Dex 14 [+2] 6 points Con 10 [--] 2 points Int 16 [+3] 10 points WIs 10 [--] 2 points Cha 16 [+3] 10 points Hit Dice: 3d6 HP: 16 Defense: 15 (10[base]+2[dex]+2[class]+1[vest]) Init: +2 BAB: +1 Melee: +1 (Unarmed: +1, 1d3 dam) Ranged: +3 Speed: 30 feet Saves: fort +2 ref +4 will +1 wealth: 13 (5+4[occupation]+4[profession]) Rep: +3 Action POints: 17 Skill Points [7+3x4=40+10+10=60] Skills Bluff +9 / 6 Diplomacy +10 / 6 / +1 Disguise +9 / 6 Gamble +8 / 6 / +2 Gather Information +9 / 6 Intimidate +11(16) / 6 / +2(7) Knowledge[Streetwise] +9 / 6 Knowledge[Theology] +9 / 6 Profession +6 / 6 Cross Class: Sense Motive +6 / 3 Talents: Charm (women) Favor Feats: Personal Firearms Profeciency (1st) Confident (2nd) +2 gamble +2 intimidate Hard-Eyed (3rd) +5 intimdate when pointing a gun Equipment Light Undercover shirt 2 Boxes of .50ae ammo Briefcase formal outfit (black tux) Business outfit (MiB style) casual outfit overcoat (black trenchcoat) Digital Camera cellphone x2 (one in briefcase) Fake ID x3 (dc 10 each) Handcuffs (in briefcase) Duct tape (in briefcase) Disguise kit Line tap and receiver tap (in briefcase) concealed holster (shoulder) flashlight countless books and files on occult religions Dossier on his parent's murder case Desert Eagle with laser sight (-2 wealth) Lamborghini Diablo (its his baby) (-2d6 wealth) Matt's profile: “Listen up, doc, I don’t pay you to sit around and scribble in that book, I pay you to help the nightmares go away.” Matthew likes his shrink, but finds it infuriating when the hunched man continues to nod to himself and write in his small book of notes. “Yes, yes, I apologize, Matthew. So, please, once more can you tell me about what happened when you were thirteen?” The therapist had heard the story ten times before. Matthew’s father was a reporter investigating the cult followings of Michel Galvin and begin to get threats. “Listen doc, you know what happened. Why don’t you just give me the meds and I can be on my way. I’ve got an important date tonight. That blonde number I was tellin’ you about…” The doctor sighs to himself. Poor boy. After his parents were killed by that madman, he has never been able to cope. He is just obsessed. “Matthew, I will give you a week’s worth of the sleeping medication, but you must come to see me again next week. The only way you can learn and grow from these experiences is if you continue to come to therapy.” Obsessed. A Yale graduate in Religious studies, all because of Michel Galvin. Dead ten years, Matthew cannot seem to stop researching him. He can’t even be bothered to run his firm anymore. “Alright, doc, if I’ve got my meds, we’re done here.” Matthew pushes himself out of his chair before straightening his neatly pressed shirt and taking his suit jacket off of the hanger. “I’ll see you next week. Don’t forget to call in the prescription.” Without another word, Matthew was out the door. If only the meds helped the nightmares. Demonic creatures devouring my poor parents. “Well, back to the office,” he murmured to himself, “I’ve got work to be doing.” Touching his holster concealed beneath his clothing he makes his way back to the Hoffman Institute. [/QUOTE]

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