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@Valegrim: That'd be fine for not changing math.
We seem to have pretty solid characters, I'll try to get a starting post up tomorrow night if everyone is alright with that. Shouldn't be much mechanical stuff immediately, you're not being dropped straight into a combat and PBPs move at a fairly glacial pace, so should easily be time to polish characters before numbers matter much.
I look forward to it.
Ok, I got Tocal all finished but his back story which I'm typeing up now.
ooh; some instead of messanger; perhaps change to courier hehe; some couriers make some serious money; especially those with your training and skills; intelligence agencies use them; corporations; the underworld; the most valuable things are sent by courier so a good courier is serious buisness; might be a good contact for your character and mine; spies and couriers often work together in variouis aspects; just a thought. Johny Mnuemonic and the Transporter for theme movies rather than that one of the bicycle courier in NYC; dont remember the name of that one. All good.
hehe; am just throwing out some linking threads to characters and movie suggestions; ever see the movie Purple Hearts? Many doctors get their schooling in the military; usually an easy job and everything is paid for; this is about a doctor to takes a gig as a doctor on a spook mission in Viet Nam; just to get some time off to spend with a girl he loves in Japan....maybe your character has something like that hehe; was also in an episode of Burn Notice; Michael comes up with a Delta Force background for a free clinic doctor who is marked for death by a drug gang; so he and his team blow up a bunch of stuff to convince the gang that this free clinic doctor is really a supersoldier who is running a free clinic to make up for past sins. just throwing it out there; am excited about the game hehe.
Ok, I got Tocal all finished but his back story which I'm typeing up now.
Spiro always had the gift for two things...Music, and women. He started his first band when he was 13, and from day one all the cougars descended upon his shows like flies. It didn't hurt that he had those piercing green eyes, and that mop of unruly black hair.
But it was his words that created the real magic. When he sang his soulful ballads or screamed his passion filled hard songs, they all had the same effect. Slowly over the years he became acquainted with many other musicians but the band he had now was tight. Always good live, the group he was with now, "The Torpedoes" held their own in the studio as well. Now the word was getting out about Spiro and the Torpedoes and the money, girls and fun was really starting to hop.
The first tour started with a bang, and by the second week of the tour they had carloads of young fans following them to all their shows. With the release of their first single, and the upcoming release of their first CD, things were looking up for the band.
Then he met the old guy on the streets. It was almost dawn, and he hadn't been to bed yet, as he stumbled back to the hotel from somebody's hot tub party, when he came across the old black man playing the guitar. He stopped dead...this man was playing music like he'd never heard. His hands were a blur as they navigated the fretboard, and Spiro was entranced. he lost all track of time, and must have passed out, because when he awoke it was full daylight.
His head was pounding, but it seemed to be different from his normal hangover...something not real was at work here, and he had these tunes flowing through his head. He had to get them out...then he noticed an unusual weight in his lap. Leaned against a building partly down an ally he looked down, and saw the guitar that he had dreamed an old man was playing last night lying in his lap. Beat up and ugly the old guitar didn't even have a name on it. But when he held it in his hands, it seemed like it had become a part of him.
He immediately rushed back to the hotel, and called together the rest of the band. After relating his experiences he took the new Guitar, and began to bang out the chords to the new music filling his head. Effortlessly his band picked up the rhythm and they made magic...real magic for the first time...
hehe ever see the Aldo Nova video; forget the song; was about lifes lost through drugs and sex trade, you could search for it; anyway; in the video he had a eletric guitar that shot a ray beam that blew some doors off a building; hehe; but most of such videos just use the guitar like an axe.; just some thoughts.
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ooh; some instead of messanger; perhaps change to courier hehe; some couriers make some serious money; especially those with your training and skills; intelligence agencies use them; corporations; the underworld; the most valuable things are sent by courier so a good courier is serious buisness; might be a good contact for your character and mine; spies and couriers often work together in variouis aspects; just a thought. Johny Mnuemonic and the Transporter for theme movies rather than that one of the bicycle courier in NYC; dont remember the name of that one. All good.
A courier sounds good if you want to work out a way that maybe we have worked together in the past I would be up for that. Courier also sounds a little better then Messenger.
First post up, apologies for the delay there.
I liked a couple of Valgrims ideas so I had to change a lot of Tocal's background to make it all fit.
Tocal was raised in Juarez by his grandmother. He never knew his mother as she died in childbirth. Between his brains and athletic abilities Tocal was able to attract a full scholarship to Oxford where he earned a M.D. and a PhD. in chemistry. During his time at university Tocal was also offered the position as starting forward for Manchester United. Tocal turned down ManU and quite a few offers from well respected hospitals to go back to Mexico and help the people he grew up with. Within a week of his return to Juarez Tocal was recruited as an agent by the US/Mexico anti-drug taskforce to help bring down a drug pipeline. It was during this time that Tocal first met Jasper Mahtab. For a year Tocal worked for a free clinic as cover while observing and gathering information about the people running the pipeline and passed it on to the Feds. All was going well until his contact sold him out to the drug lord running the pipeline. Tocal was kidnapped beaten bloody and brought to the drug lord to be executed. The drug lord had an unhealthy fascination with Aztec lore and thought wrongly that if he sacrificed his enemies to the Aztec gods he would be become invincible.
Tocal was bound to a chac mool (alter) to be sacrificed but as soon as his blood seeping from his beaten body touched the alter supernatural strength flooded Tocal. Easily snapping the handcuffs holding him Tocal grabbed a Maquahuitl the drug lord was using for decoration off the wall it was hanging on and used it to kill the drug lord and his three bodyguards. Still in a daze an unseen voice told him to take the drug lords jacket and ear rings because they were gifts from his father. Unable to stay in Mexico for fear the drug lords successor would take revenge on the people he helped Tocal used his DEA/CIA contacts (Jasper Mahtab) to flee to the US and has been keeping a low profile working at a free clinic in east L.A. and doing oddjobs for the DEA/CIA.