Strength: 7 (5+2 from bonuses)
Dexterity: 7 (5+2 from bonuses)
Constitution: 6 (4+2 from bonuses)
Intelligence: 2
Perception: 2
Willpower: 5 (2+3 from bonus)


Acrobatics: 5
Art: 0
Computers: 0
Crime: 4
Doctor: 0
Driving: 2
Getting Medieval: 6
Gun Fu: 3
Influence: 4
Knowledge: 0
Kung Fu: 6
Languages: 0
Mr. Fix-It: 0
Notice: 5
Occultism: 0
Science: 0
Sports: 0
Wild Card: 0


Body Switching
Hard to Kill (3)
Regeneration (Per Hour)
Unique Kill (Fire)
Situational Awareness (2)


Adversary (Unknown) (3)
Psychic Visions
Obligation (Total – The Powers That Be) (3)
Mental Problems (Amnesia – Complete) (3)
Emotional Problems (Fear of Commitment) (1)


Charlie was the epitome of the middle class stereotype.. Young father, married to his high school sweetheart, raising 2.5 children in white suburbia.
Things were going so well at work… He was probably about 6 months away from making Detective.. One of the youngest ever.
And then he crossed the wrong “person”. He never really knew exactly how and where things went wrong, but waking up in a bloody Uniform, covered in cuts and scratches was a pretty clear indication that things had gone WAY off the rails…
Before he knew what was happening, Charlie was tackled and beaten… Arrested for murder! The deaths of his family were being blamed on him… And oh god! How could they think he was capable of these things? To his own flesh and blood! He wasn’t a pedophile, rapist or murderer… He couldn’t remember a damned thing, but he KNEW it wasn’t true.. couldn’t be true…

The trial didn’t go any better… Witnesses and evidence piled up. Friends of years and years testified against him, or disappeared… Something wasn’t right and the railroading continued.

Prison for a Cop and “Pedo” was literal hell on earth… But he held on to the knowledge of who he was… There was no way… He would serve his time… Or appeal the case until someone would listen and see the truth… And then… THEN. He would find those responsible and make them pay.

12 long years passed… Appeals were brought and denied.. Charlie never lost hope… Or determination to survive. Finally some light appeared at the end of the tunnel… Possibility for parole. Good behaviour, rehabilitation.. A chance to get free. To make things right!

Finally the day came! Finally Charlie would have some freedom… Even though he knew he’d always be bound and driven to his cause..

An hour before his release, a prison riot broke out. Charlie tried to stay clear… Almost there. You can do it..
Then things went dark as someone grabbed him from behind. Where did they come from? Why were they so strong?

“You didn’t think we’d let you go that easily, did you Chucky boy? Don’t you know? You belong to us!”

Burning pain from ear to ear!
A million explosions of agony over and over in his back.
A burning wash of wetness down his chest.
Light. Sadistic grin. Darkness and then mocking laughter, fading into oblivion.
NO! Not like this! It CAN’T end this way!
It just can’t!



Mythos DanSmith