S-1: Personnel (Dramatis Personae)   Posted by Raellus.Group: 0
 GM, 1 post
Sun 30 Apr 2017
at 02:22
S-1: Personnel (Dramatis Personae)

The cast of characters.


This message was last edited by the GM at 02:47, Sun 30 Apr 2017.

Max Schenker
 NPC, 0 posts
 OR-7, KSK
Fri 5 May 2017
at 17:43
Max Schenker (NPC)

Hauptbootsmann (OR-7) Maximilian Schenker
East German, Age 33
Kommando Spezialkräfte, Deutsche Marine (formerly GDR Volksmarine KSK-18 Kampfschwimmer-Kommando)

KSK-18 Insignia

Max and his twin sister Mina were born in Dresden in 1967. At an early age, both siblings displayed an aptitude for water sports, catching the eye of party scouts while still in grammar school. At age 13, Max and Mina said goodbye to their parents and became wards of the German Democratic Party's National Olympic apparatus. Max's party-selected track led him to the GDR water polo team, while Mina was funneled into the swimming program. Starting in their late teens, Max and his twin sister were strongly encouraged to receive regular injections of "vitamin supplements", which further enhanced their already genetically-gifted tall, muscular builds. Despite his beyond-average strength and athleticism, Max didn't quite make the cut, but Mina qualified for the 1988 Olympic team in multiple events (she took silver in the 100m butterfly, a result which several western Olympic commissions disputed, citing suspected PED use).

Soon after being dropped from the water polo team's starting 7- subsequently ceasing the "vitamin" regimen- Max learned that the squad also served as a recruiting pipeline for the GDR's Commando Frogman force, KSK-18. Approached with an offer to join the secretive, elite unit, Max acquiesced, beginning his rigorous military training. He sailed through the program and, upon graduation, was posted to Kühlungsborn. Mina failed to medal at the '92 games, and was promptly "medically retired" from the team. She was relocated to Leipzig and became a swim instructor for the next generation of superior Socialist youth athletes. Two years later, Mina was diagnosed with advanced liver cancer, a diagnosis of which Max was not informed until his sister had reached the terminal phase. Entreaties to allow her to travel to West Berlin for advanced treatment were denied. To make matters even worse, Max's request for leave was approved too late; he arrived back home just in time to attend her funeral.

It was at this point that Max turned against the party, blaming it for using, and then callously discarding, his beloved sister. He secretly vowed revenge and bided his time. He didn't have to wait long. When the Federal Republic of Germany invaded the GDR in October of 1996, to force the matter of German reunification at gunpoint, Max enthusiastically joined the turncoat faction within the Volksmarine. After being vetted by West German counterintelligence, Max joined the Unified German Kampfschwimmer Company and shortly thereafter began conducting combat operations against Warsaw Pact forces in the Baltic region.

An MPi-KMS, Max's primary weapon.

Max carries an East German KSK-18 Kampfschwimmer-Kommando dive knife strapped to his right calf.

Skill Profile
Primary Skills: Swimming, Small Arms (Rifle), Combat Engineer (explosives), Armed Martial Arts, Thrown Weapons
Secondary Skills: SCUBA, Stealth, Observation

Max has the tall, lean muscular build of a swimmer. He has blue eyes and dark hair. Of the latter, he has very little- the "vitamin" injections he took as a teenager and young adult caused him to bald prematurely. He keeps what hair he still has cropped stubble-close.

Psychological Profile
Cruelty: Low. Max can be merciless, but he's seldom cruel. He doesn't really enjoy hurting others.
Loyalty: Moderate. Above all else, Max has a strong sense of loyalty to his team. Next, he is loyal to [Unified] Germany, although he is by no means a ultra-nationalist or a racist.
Passion: High. Max is passionate about destroying totalitarianism. He doesn't show it, though. Others often find his dispassionate affect when he dispatches his enemies unnerving, to say the least.
Piety: Low. Max used to believe in socialism. Not anymore. In terms of religion and spirituality, Max occupies the uncomfortably thin margin between agnosticism and outright atheism. He's starting to think that there may be something more to it, though, mostly because communism rejects it outright.
Sanity: When Max learned of his sister's death, something inside him broke. His world turned upside down. He never lost his sanity, but he became much more cynical, and a bit of a nihilist.
Selfishness: Moderate. Max's personal vendetta against communism has colored his view of the world and his place in it.


This message was last edited by the player at 23:49, Fri 05 June 2020.

Randy Johansen
 NPC, 1 post
 E-4, USAF (DIA)
Fri 5 May 2017
at 17:42
Randy Johansen (NPC)

Senior Airman (E-4) Randy Johansen

Bio: Randall James Johansen wanted to be a race car driver- his stepdad took him to the local dirt track nearly every weekend, and the they never missed a big race on TV. When he was eleven, Randy's stepdad scored a pair of tickets to the Brickyard 400 in Indianapolis. For a working class kid from rural Missouri, it was the score of a lifetime. The USAF Thunderbirds demonstration team performed a flyover prior to the green flag and that was all she wrote. The focus of Randy's youthful obsession immediately shifted from stock cars to military aviation. His grades weren't good enough to earn him a spot at the USAF Academy and he didn't have the money to attend a university with a USAF ROTC program, so he enlisted. If he couldn't fly planes, he wanted to be as close to them as possible.

The Air Force wasn't quite what Randy expected. Working on a ground crew wasn't doing it for him; he wanted wings. He took night classes to earn the college credits required to quality for an air crew job. His persistence paid off. He  became an 1A2X1 (Loadmaster) and began to work on C-130 Hercules.

When the Soviet Union invaded China, the CIA came a-calling, looking for experienced airman crazy enough to volunteer for the hazardous job of carting military supplies to beleaguered Chinese ground forces near the front lines, in unmarked turboprop transports. Randy fit the profile. Eager for some excitement, he jumped at the chance, spending 9 months operating out of a forward airstrip in Hunan Province. Once the United States officially entered the war as a combatant, Randy's unit was redeployed to the Persian Gulf and, later, to central Europe. When the MilGov/CivGov split occurred, Randy's parent unit declared for the former, subsequently operating under the aegis of the expanded DIA.

Randy is an autodidact; despite his somewhat limited formal education, he's managed to become rather worldly during his travels, absorbing aspects of his various host cultures.

Appearance: Randy takes full advantage of the DIA's more permissive dress code and grooming standards. He wears his red-brown hair and full beard longer than regulation. During flight ops, Randy's uniform consists of sterilized, sage green CWU-27/P Nomex coveralls (supplemented with an MA-1 Intermediate Flyer's Jacket, when it's cold) over a concert T, and blacked-out Adidas low-tops (for better grip on cargo bay walking surfaces). His primary weapon is a Hungarian AMD-65, his preferred sidearm is a CZ-75 pistol. Around base, Randy's attire can only be described as eclectic- an odd mix of western and eastern, modern and traditional. His favorite ensemble: threadbare Levis jeans tucked into Persian Giveh boots, and a silk Tangzhuang jacket over an American pop-culture T-shirt. He looks like a slightly more hirsute Kurt Russel from Big Trouble in Little China.

Primary Skills: Aircraft Mechanic, Electronics, Mechanic
Secondary Skills: Ground Vehicle (Wheeled), Small Arms (Pistol)

Psychological Profile

Cruelty: Low. Randy doesn't have a cruel bone in his body.

Loyalty: Moderate. Randy considers himself a patriotic American. The DIA gave him an exciting, relatively high-paying gig, so he feels loyalty to the agency as well.

Passion: Moderate. Randy loves airplanes and cars.

Piety: Moderate. Randy's mom took him to church every couple of months. His grandma was swindled out of her life savings by a televangelist. Randy's conflicted about religion, and not particularly spiritual, but he does believe in a mostly-benevolent higher power which he calls God.

Sanity: High. Randy's a bit eccentric and impulsive, but he's usually rational, and he's perfectly sane.

Selfishness: Low. Randy lives for the ride, but he's not willing to screw someone else over to get what he wants.


This message was last edited by the player at 23:35, Sun 21 May 2017.

Astrid Sorensen
 player, 13 posts
Sun 21 May 2017
at 11:51
Astrid Sørensen
Age: 27 (born Tromsø, Norway, January 1973)
Languages spoken: Norwegian (Native speaker), English (virtually fluent), German (highly competent), Polish (barely)
Rank: Sergeant, United States Marine Corps (NATO equivalent OR-5)
Primary Weapon: SVU Sniper Rifle
Secondary Weapon: M1911 Automatic Pistol
Tertiary Weapon: USMC KA-BAR knife

Master (16+): Small Arms (Rifle), Snow Skiing
Expert (13-15): Observation, Small Watercraft, Survival, Swimming
Professional (9-12): Armed Martial Arts, Autogun, Climbing, Forward Observer, Grenade Launcher, Horsemanship, Navigation, Parachute, Small Arms (Pistol), Stealth, Thrown Weapon, Unarmed Martial Arts
Competent (5-8): Disguise, Ground Vehicle (Motorcycle), Ground Vehicle (Tracked), Ground Vehicle (Wheeled), Instruction, Leadership, Persuasion, Scrounging, Tac Missile, Tracking
Basic (0-4): Medical (Diagnosis), Medical (Surgery)


Five feet eight inches tall and physically fit, Astrid Sørensen has green eyes and light brown hair that's just about long enough to tie into a pony tail. In the field her normal attire is a well worn and comfortable pair of black combat boots, Soviet issue TTsKO forest camo trousers, the cargo pockets of which bulge with various items, and a long sleeved olive drab zip neck top that she wears under a worn and frayed black civilian Helly Hansen fleece. Over the fleece she wears an OD Soviet Gorka 3 hooded waterproof jacket. In particularly bad weather she'll replace the Gorka jacket with an OD Soviet tanker's winter jacket with a sheepskin collar. To protect her head she has an M1994 kevlar helmet, with a Norwegian M/75 woodland camo cover, although in non combat situations she will often swap the helmet for either a black watch cap or a woodland camo bandana or simply choose to go bare headed.

An infinity symbol is tattooed at the small of her back, where it is usually hidden by her clothing; a second tattoo, a full colour rendition of the five Olympic rings, is on her inner right arm. When she needs to be particularly stealthy she will wear a homemade ghillie suit consisting of strands of burlap and netting attached to a US woodland BDU jacket.

Over her fatigues Astrid wears an olive drab Soviet issue chest rig over a U.S. Army woodland camo PASGT vest. Her chest rig is configured to carry SVD magazines, and has been 'field modified' - several additional pouches have been added to the basic vest, the improvised nature made obvious by the fact that one is in flecktarn.  An M1911 automatic pistol is in a drop leg holster worn on her right thigh and a USMC KA BAR survival knife is carried in a sheath that forms one of the vest's modifications.



My name is Astrid Sørensen. I was born in Tromsø in Norway in 1973.My father was a professor at the University of Tromsø , my mother died before the War. I have sister, Elisabeth, who is four years older than me, worked as a Doctor in Oslo. I know that the Soviets attacked Oslo with nuclear weapons so I don't know if my sister is still alive or not.

Tromsø is north of the Arctic Circle, the land of the Midnight Sun they called it before the War, has many mountains in the area, fjords as well, so as kids my sister and I were always active. I started skiing when I was five years old, first tried biathlon when I was ten. I was quite good at it I think.

When I left High School in 1990 I did different things for a while, casual work. That winter I worked in a Hotel, in the bar and the restaurant, the next summer I got a job with a company that organised activities for tourists, horse riding, climbing in the mountains, parachuting, trips around the fjords  using RiB's, rigid inflatable boats, that sort of thing. I enjoyed that a lot, it was a lot of fun but all the time I was doing biathlon. That was my passion.

 I trained hard, won races, and  a month after my nineteenth birthday I was in the Norwegian team that went to the 1992 Winter Olympics in France. I finished eighth in the 7.5 kilometre sprint race and seventeenth in the 15 kilometre, but won a bronze medal in the relay race, where we finished behind France and the USSR. I was nineteen years old and I had an Olympic medal!

In 1994 I qualified for the Olympic team again. Was I excited? These Olympics were going to be held in Norway, in Lillehammer, just north of Oslo, so I would be competing in front of a home crowd. So you bet I was excited! I won two more medals, a bronze in the 7.5 sprint and a silver in the team relay. I would have also won individual silver but I was beaten by Ursula Fuchs of the DDR. She had been in the relay team that we had beaten in Albertville. It was well known that the East Germans cheated, injected their athletes with drugs to make them perform better. Do I think that Fuchs was taking drugs when she beat me? Yes, of course I do. That silver medal should have been mine. Was I pissed off? What do you think?

Lillehammer would be my last Olympics of course, for two years later the Germans brought war to Europe again. The Soviets attacked northern Norway almost immediately. Their marines landed at various places along the coast as they attacked Narvik and the NATO base at Bardufoss. Tromsø was occupied by Soviet troops, people were arrested. Some were never seen again. My father was one of those taken. Perhaps the Soviets feared a fifty five year old University Professor? The last time I saw him was when the Soviet troops took him away.

I wanted to avenge my father, wanted to fight, so the next day I went into the mountains, joined a small band that was resisting the Soviets. We knew the mountains, the Soviets did not. We attacked their patrols, harassed them, until our Army and the NATO troops came. We linked up with our troops in December, were with them when they liberated Tromsø. I knew the area, knew how to shoot, acted as a guide for them, a sort of scout I suppose.

By the end of January 1997 things had calmed down a bit. I volunteered to properly join the Norwegian Army, got some training and then they sent me to the 13th Mountain Brigade, where I arrived just in time to take part in the NATO summer offensive. My unit was part of the drive towards Murmansk. I became a sniper, used the shooting skills that I had learned in biathlon to kill men, and sometimes women. I do not know how many I have killed. I never kept count. But I do know that if I had not killed them they would have probably killed me.

We fought our way through Finland to the Litsa River before we were pushed back in June. We had no chance. It was carnage, sheer carnage.  My unit was overrun in mid July, most of us killed or captured. I was one of the lucky ones, a small group of us managed to break out, to evade the Soviets and the Finns, who were killing both NATO and Soviet troops, make our way westward, where we eventually linked up with some American Marines.

The nukes were flying by then of course, and things were still  crazy. The Americans didn't know where the nearest Norwegian unit was, and even if they had known getting there would probably have been another matter. So we ended up staying with the Marines, coming under their command. Over the next six months we fought a series of skirmishes with Soviets and Finns, then the Marines got orders saying they were being shifted to Germany. They said we could stay behind, do our own thing, maybe find a Norwegian unit, or go with them.  By now I felt as though I was 'part' of the 4th Marine Amphibious Brigade and so I decided to go - why not?

After we got to Germany we spent some time fighting bandits and deserters. At the end of 1998 I was told that I had been given a field promotion, that I was now a Sergeant in the United States Marine Corps. I didn't think that the American Marines could promote a Norwegian Army soldier but I wasn't about to argue with the Major when he told me. And besides, it is not as though it got me any extra pay...

My job was still a sniper. Mid way through 1999 I was told that the CO wanted to speak to me. He said that some people were looking for people with specialist skills, and that my name had come up, and was I interested in transferring to a special unit, one that would be taking part in operations behind the enemy lines.

And that is how I found myself working for the American DIA.

Psychological Profile

Cruelty: Low. Astrid doesn't think of herself as a particularly cruel person. On occasion she has had to do things that she isn't particularly proud of, but she doesn't feel as though that makes her a cruel person - she did them because she had to, not because she wanted to. Would she do them again? Yes, if she had to.

Loyalty: High. With all of her family either dead or missing, Astrid looks on the team as the closest thing that she has to a home. You watch out for your colleagues, they watch out for you and you do not let the team down.

Passion: Moderate to High. Astrid's goal was always to represent her country at the Olympics. She was fortunate in that she was able to achieve that ambition not once but twice and now tries not to dwell on the fact that the skills that she trained hard to perfect and that saw her win three Olympic medals are now used to kill people. She's also fond of dogs - her family had several when she was growing up.

Piety: Low. Astrid was never particularly religious and hasn't had any reason to change her views since the War started.

Sanity: Moderate. While she has seen some unsettling and upsetting things during the course of the War, Astrid remains level headed and rational. If and when things occur that do unnerve her she is likely to keep it to herself rather than talk to anyone about it.

Selfishness: Moderate. Astrid would describe herself as an unselfish individual, putting the team and mission needs ahead of her own.

This message was last edited by the player at 17:18, Mon 22 May 2017.

Lizzie Kane
 player, 11 posts
 Team Leader
Wed 24 May 2017
at 12:06
Astrid Sørensen
Lt Cdr Elizabeth "Lizzie" Kane

Age: 35 (Boston, Massachusetts  November, 1965)
Languages spoken: English (Native speaker); Russian (Native Speaker); Polish (Expert); German (Expert); Ukranian (Expert)
Primary Weapon: AK-105 with reflex site (optional silencer)
Secondary Weapon: Berdysh (9MM-HP ammo) (subsonic ammo and silencer in pack)
Tertiary: 2x knives

Master: Interrogation
Expert: Unarmed Combat, Leadership, Persuasion, Observation
Professional: Armed Combat, Autogun, Rifle, Pistol, Combat Engineer, Swimming, Parachute, Ground Vehicle, Intrusion, Stealth, Computer,
Competent: Small Watercraft, trauma Aid, Scrounging, Survival, Tracking

Lizzie stands a relatively bulky 5'8" tall, her physique the remnants of years swimming in a pool and endless hours in a dojo that left her with shoulders broader than normal.  Shoulder length dark blonde hair is usually kept contained and pulled back or covered with a hand knit wool cap that shows years of heavy use.  The flesh on her hands is heavily calloused from grappling and sparring.  Her uniform is a mishmash of friendly and enemy armies, a Russian camo top and German heavy winter camo pants.  For the really cold days, she has a Norwegian camo parka.  In garrison, she tends towards fatigue pants and civilian shirts and coats.  Occasionally, glimpses can be caught of a Dead Kennedy's tattoo on her left forearm and an Black Flag tattoo on her right.  You would really have to get to know her to see the NIN block between her shoulder blades, the result of a dare gone wrong.  Or right.

The Kane's are money, old money.  Money that has been influencing the government since the British ran the show.  The family tree is a roster of who's who: generals, ambassadors, congressmen.  We ooze influence and speak in the riddles of connections: overt, covert and financial.  My father, Thomas William Kane III, sits the Federal Bench on an appointment that was no coincidence, but the results of years of bargaining and agreements.  My father and uncles like to say that votes count, but family counts more.  I would like to add a corollary, it is money + family = power.  We are income inequality.

It has never been said, but I should have been born a man.  In families like mine, the patriarchy reigns.  Women are valued for political currency, status symbols like dowries of old.  I suppose this is changing slowly.  My mother, prior to succumbing to Xanax and Valium had been an attorney.  Until she had to become a socialite.  More of us have carved out a place in the establishment.  Many of us because we have had to.  My brother, whom I love dearly, hasn't had the drive to become more than he is, a former bar owner bon vivant.  In the past we would have called him a remittance man. In these days of war, he of course, has become something else, a soldier, or Marine, like the rest us.

My youth was spent in all the right schools rubbing elbows with all the right people.  Or watching those who were supposed to be all the right people do all the right drugs and have all the right sex.  Not for me, thank you.  I had plans.  I have a family to represent.  Power to assume.  And of course, daddy had opinions.  At least I got to swim and hit the dojo.  Studying Russian wasn't my idea, although Father made sure I was fluent ("We will always be at war with Mother Russian my dear," I laughed, then).  When I turned seventeen, I came home to find acceptance letters to Harvard and Yale.  Never mind that I hadn't applied.  Instead, I put a call into Melanie's dad, you know, the Senator, and got myself an appointment to Annapolis.  Dad was satisfied with that, too.

Serving all boxed up on a ship wasn't my thing, that's not how I was raised.  But the intelligence world, now that was interesting.  I fell into the world of deals and schemes easily.  It felt familiar.  And here, too, I knew the players.  The same families that run the open world run the covert, too.  At least, that's what it looks like to me.  The Twilight War has mucked up many of the old relationships, but where there is chaos, there is opportunity.  I've deployed to the American Embassy in Moscow, moved to the DIA and became part of a direction action team.  Lead the team. Eight years years bouncing through Europe in places like Poland and West Germany, our erstwhile NATO allies.

I've got a blackbelt in Jiu Jitsu.  The equivalent in Krav Maga, because those Israelis are tough.  And their agent in Berlin was hot.

I'm here with my team, ready for that next mission.  And if I come across that brother of mine, I'm going to have to solve his problems, too.

Lt Cmdr Elizabeth "Lizzie" Kane, Age 35, Naval DIA Agent

Plots and schemes.  Ideas and information.  Lizzie deals in building the worlds of the mind, and assembling people that are as competent as she is.  She is fluent in five languages, though only her inner circle knows it, preferring as she does to work through interpreters and keeping the advantage to herself.  People will say the most helpful things when they don't know you're listening.

Lizzie isn't as hard as she would have you believe, but she is ferociously competent at her job and believes in the mission she has set for herself. If she can further her own agendas at the same time, so much the better.  Like many women of her generation, she spent her early life trying to please other people and has taken a long time to leave the "impostor syndrome" this has caused behind, something that she still struggles with from time to time.  Checking the correct boxes is an impulse she has to fight.  Lizzie has a weakness for punk rock, one of the few modes of rebellion she was allowed.

The lives of those under her command are a primary concern.  She is loyal to them and will do her best to keep them alive, but she has the pragmatic bearing of a military officer and understands that sometimes lives are spent for the greater good.  She can be accused of being aloof when not actively engaging with someone, but tends to make people feel that they are her whole concern and focus when interacting with them.

Psychological Profile

Cruelty: Low.  Lizzy believes that you catch more flies with honey than with a sharp stick.  Violence should be measured.  Prisoners treated fairly.  If death is called for, it should be quick and humane as possible.

Loyalty: High. Lizzy is loyal to the people she's with, although the mission may need to take priority.  She is the officer, after all.  It is her burden to carry the challenges of command

Passion: High.  Maybe she no longer believes in the possibility of the US "winning" the Twilight War.  She still believes that the NATO forces can leverage a better outcome for the world and Europe than the rampaging excess of marauders and the collected works of the WARSAW Pact.

Piety: Moderate.  Lizzy has a mishmash of religious beliefs that stem from the weird stuff her parents were in to, the nominally Christian education of her private academy, and the bits and pieces of belief that she's seen other people gain peace from.  She can use it.

Sanity: Moderate. It's war.  There's been damage.  What do you expect?  Lizzy isn't going to talk about the demons, but she's not going to pretend they're not there either.

Selfishness: Moderate. You don't grow up privileged without looking out for the angles that support number one.  Even years of working against type have left Lizzy struggling to remember that not every interaction needs to be weighed as a zero sum game that she must come out on top of.
Will Corden
 player, 12 posts
 Point Man/Grenadier
Fri 26 May 2017
at 09:11
William Corden
William Edward Corden aka Kapral Wilek Kuchar of Wrocław
Callsign: Dragon (Smok in Polish)
American, Age 29
Defense Clandestine Service, Paramilitary Operations Officer, GG-13
U.S. Marine Corps Veteran Staff Sergeant
Languages Spoken: English (5/5), Polish (3/3), German (2/2)

Noteworthy Gear: AKMS Assault Rifle w/PBS-1 Suppressor & GP-30 Grenade Launcher, PB Silenced Pistol, Polish wz. 89 Fatigues/Webbing, Soviet Veshmeshok w/Plash-Palatka Shelter Half, Repainted Kevlar Helmet w/Ludowe Wojsko Polskie Insignia, AN/PRC-139 Radio w/Covert Headset, PVS-7 NVGs

Key Skills: Armed Martial Arts, Autogun, Grenade Launcher, Ground Vehicle (Wheeled), Observation, Small Arms (Pistol & Rifle), Stealth, Survival, Swimming, Unarmed Martial Arts

Background Bullets

Hometown: Silver Spring, Maryland
German Classes in High School
Raised Catholic
Father is a Former Marine Combat Engineer, Now Construction Manager
Mother is a Office Manager for Warehousing Company
UZ Contract Enlistment for 0321 Reconnaissance Marine
Following Training Pipeline, Deployed with 11th MEU, Camp Pendleton
  -exercise THALAY THAI 89-9 (Thailand)
  -exercise PACEX ’89 (Korea)
  -exercise VALIANT MARK 89-9 (Singapore)
  -exercise VALIANT BLITZ 90-1 (Korea)
2nd Follow-On Deployment Cycle with 15th MEU, Camp Pendleton (15 Months)
  -operation FIERY VIGIL (Philippines)
Enamored with Travel, Corden Volunteered for MSG Duty Following His 1st Four Year Enlistment
First Posting was Manila, Philippines, his Top Choice
Second Post was Warsaw, Poland, Not a Top Choice Due to No-Frat Policy
  -operation HAPPYSOCKONLY
Learned Polish to Attend Local Mass
Traveled Around Poland on Rail and by Bicycle (Good AGL for Biking)
Approached by DIA After Leaving Warsaw for Defense Clandestine Services
Trained and Experienced in Providing Security for HUMINT Collection and Exigent Direct Action Operations (Before Contracting it Out Became Cool)

Psychological Profile

Cruelty: Low.  Will doesn’t get off on being cruel to people.  When he has to kill someone, it’s just business.  He’ll light a candle for you, pray for your misguided soul, then he’s going back to work.

Loyalty: Moderate.  There’s no I in team, though what counts as ‘team’ for Will is a very small handful of people.  If you are reading his psych profile, you’re fortunately inside that circle.

Passion: Low.  Corden is an old 29-year-old.  The last carefree fun he had was his tour in Manila.  Since then, it’s been all about subordinating personal needs to the needs of God and Country.  That takes a lot out of you - especially when God and Country need you to kick down a door and kill someone in their bed.

Piety: Moderate to High.  Will was raised Catholic and occasionally attends mass and takes communion.  He sees no incompatibility between his profession and his faith, as Christianity has a long history of needing soldiers, marching as to war...

Sanity: High.  Will’s faith, lack of strong social connections outside of his immediate friends and family, and warrior mentality have allowed him to endure the horrors of war better than most.

Selfishness: Moderate.  Corden is slowly learning that all the old rules have been scrapped in the fires of war and new rules have emerged.  He’s been the epitome of a good soldier in the past and now he’s more willing to explore the margins of what’s allowed.  Like taking what you need, especially if it’s in the greater good.  Doubly so if you can take it from the myriad shitheads who have survived the war.

This message was last edited by the player at 09:16, Fri 26 May 2017.

Ana Kovac
 player, 17 posts
 DSS Special Agent
 Blunt Implement
Fri 26 May 2017
at 18:45
Ana Kovac
Supervisory Special Agent Anastasjia Kovac, US State Department Diplomatic Security Service

Call Sign: Nasty

Age: 38 (Peć, Yugoslavia, 03 Jan 1963)

Languages Spoken: English (native), Serbo-Croatian (native), German (fluent), Czech (conversational), Polish (conversational), Russian (conversational)

Key Skills: Armed Martial Arts, Observation, Small Arms (Pistol), Thrown Weapon, Unarmed Martial Arts

Key Gear: mismatched ZKR-590 revolvers, suppressed Ruger Mk. II, assorted melee weapons, assorted grenades, B&E tools


Blonde, broad-shouldered, and standing just a hair under 5'9" in flats, Anastasjia Kovac tends to drag around descriptors like "imposing" and "Valkyrian."  She's athletic, more striking than pretty, with a nose that's been broken and re-set more than once and an asymmetrical set of similarly hard-used cheekbones.  The post-apocalyptic diet plan has pared off the spare twenty pounds she once carried as camouflage for her well-toned musculature.  Her voice is contralto with a hint of a smoker's rasp and, when she's under stress, a faint undertone of Eastern Europe.

Ana typically wears jeans, an oversized black cable-knit sweater under a sage green CWU-45P flight jacket, and scuffed combat boots.  She shrouds her eyes behind a pair of vintage Ray-Ban Aviators and pulls her ponytail through the back of a battered Chicago Cubs baseball cap.  An equally well-used Omega Speedmaster peeks from under her cuff.  On her right hip rides a medium-framed revolver.  A subdued green American flag is velcroed to her right shoulder if she's in friendly territory, but otherwise she wears no identifying marks or rank insignia.

When she's expecting a fight, she reluctantly changes to woodland camo fatigues (American or Russian, depending on where she's operating), picks up whatever long gun is required at the moment, and throws on a black plate carrier with a mismatched assortment of woodland camo and OD pouches.  A second revolver rides in a chest holster next to a Pakistani reproduction of a Fairbairn-Sykes commando dagger.  A light patrol pack completes the combat load.  The shaft of a Louisville Slugger, wrapped in black grip tape, protrudes over her right shoulder.


Anastasjia Kovac was seven when her family fled Yugoslavia's 1970 civil unrest.  Aided by distant relatives who'd emigrated to the United States after World War II, they eventually settled in Chicago.  Anastasjia (who quickly learned that it was safer and easier to go by "Ana") came of age at the dawn of the Reagan administration.  Like many immigrants of her generation, she decided to earn both citizenship and college funds through military service.

Ana spent four years in the Army, most of them stationed in Germany as a physician's assistant.  Returning stateside and mustering out in 1984, she enrolled in Northwestern University as a political science major.  Her vague intentions of doing "something in international policy" solidified midway through her sophomore year, when a chance encounter at a career fair put her on the State Department's radar.  State's Diplomatic Security Service was actively recruiting women to serve on the protective details of the growing number of female ambassadors.  Ana's military background, medical training, and linguistic skills made her an ideal candidate.

Ana succumbed to DSS' aggressive recruiting and entered State Department service after graduation.  Her first overseas posting was the Prague embassy, where she served on the protective detail of ambassador Shirley Temple Black.  She later did a stint in Moscow before transferring to the Mobile Security Division, looking for a change of pace after a short-lived marriage and a bitter divorce.

When the Cold War began to go hot, MSD detachments were deployed to bolster the defenses of embassies in critical countries.  Ana's team went to Warsaw.  Most listeners can infer what happened after that - which is good, because she doesn't talk much about the intervening years.  Nor does she care to discuss the specifics of how she linked up with the DIA in the person of Lizzie Kane, her old roommate from Moscow.


Cruelty: Moderate. Ana has a bloodthirsty vindictive streak.  Most of the time, she keeps it secured under a veneer of professional detachment.

Loyalty: High.  Trust comes slowly but it's nigh-unshakeable once it's there.  Once betrayed, though, Ana doesn't give second chances.

Passion: High.  Youthful idealism has given way to a more measured approach but Ana still believes in working hard and, when the increasingly-rare opportunity arises, playing harder.

Piety: None.  Ana rejected her family's faith as a teenager and is a committed atheist.

Sanity: Moderate. If it's not the Warsaw nightmares, it's the ex-husband nightmares or the Yugoslavia nightmares.

Selfishness: Low.  It's not explicitly her job to take a bullet for the primary any more, but old mindsets die hard.

This message was last edited by the player at 19:36, Fri 26 May 2017.

 GM, 90 posts
Sat 17 Jun 2017
at 19:47
Party XP
Experience            General     Skill Specific

Ana Kovac               +1

Astrid Sorensen         +1

Lizzie Kane             +1
Will Corden             +1

Max Schenker            +1

Randy Johansen          +1

*May be used to increase any skill level.

Skill Improvement:

"...the character spends experience points to buy levels in a skill. To buy a level costs points equal to the numerical value: to buy Mechanic: 5 costs five experience points (assuming the character has Mechanic: 4 already). A character must already have achieved the level immediately below the one sought, although a character can advance more than one skill level at a time (to go from Mechanic:3 to Mechanic: 5 would require 4+5=9 skill points which could be expended at the same time."

-from the Twilight: 2000 v2.2 manual, Skill Improvement, p. 138


This message was last edited by the GM at 22:57, Sat 17 June 2017.