Post by Red Fang on Oct 21, 2011 20:39:43 GMT -5
CIA Personnel Dossier Photo, Classified Beyond Top Secret:
Isaacson, N.L., Field Agent
Player: Redfang
Character name: Netiva “Lane” Isaacson
Character age: 24
Height: 5’4”
Weight: 107 lbs
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Blue
Alignment: Anarchist
Attributes:
IQ: 18
MA: 21
ME: 12
PS: 17
PP: 19
PE: 14
PB: 17
Spd: 12
Disposition
Handedness: Left
SDC: 61
HP:17
OCC: CIA field agent
Level of Experience: 1
OCC skills:
Languages: English and Hebrew 98%
Basic Math 69+5
Radio Basic 64+5
Streetwise 38+4
Find Contraband 44+4
Interrogation 44+4
Intelligence 51+4
Surveillance Systems 49+5
Forgery 39+5
Literacy (English) 98
Literacy Hebrew 98
Lore: Terroristic organizations 49+5
Lore: European history 49+5
Pilot automobile, light truck 69+2
WP Submachinegun
Disguise 44+5
Escape Artist 49+5
Boxing
WP knife
WP automatic pistol
WP rifle
Hand to hand: Martial arts
Investigation 54+5
Imitate voices/impersonation 54+5
Computer operation 49+5
Land Navigation 44+4
Language: Farsi 69+5
Language: Arabic 69+5
OCC Related skills:
Prowl : 34+5
Climbing 51/41+5
Gymnastics
54+5 sense of balance
64+3 work parallel bars and rings
74+2 climb rope
74+5 back flip
MOS: Espionage
Pick locks 49+5
Pick Pockets 49+5
Detect concealment 49+5
Language: Russian 69+5
Secondary:
Language: French59+5
Language: German59+5
Sing (professional quality)45+4
Powers: Two Major
Mimic
Shape change
Can assume another’s shape, power and ability according to the two powers
Penalties:
Lane tends to lose herself in character. If she assumes a character, she assumes both strengths AND weaknesses. She might resemble a Muslim terrorist, but will collaborate in a plot. She will also forget Israeli or CIA tactical knowledge. What saves her is her Uncle Jonathan. While killed in 9-11, she maintains a loyalty. If told “Uncle Yonni” needs an update on the pipe fitters, Lane will call in with reports on a mortar team. Etc. When faced with her uncle, Lane returns to herself. It may be a 48-hour process, but shown a picture of herself with her uncle, her own personality returns. Given an assignment longer than one week, she may forget her own personal identity, but will ground herself with references to “Uncle Jonny.” (or Yonni). This tends to build over time, and will not affect her for short impersonations. If she assumes the powers of a super-powered individual, she may develop some of their tenancies, but may or may not act on them. IE: if she assumes the powers via mimic of a super-villain, she may become more violent during battle. This lasts for 1d4 hours, though she will not harm allies or the innocent.
Combat:
WP’s
Pistol: Aimed +3, Burst +1
Rifle: Aimed +3, Burst +1
SMG +3 aimed, +1 burst
Knife: +1 throw
Hand to hand: Martial Arts
3 attacks
+4 roll with punch
+4dodge
+4 parry
+2 strike
+2 damage
40% charm/impress
Equipment: GP 35 Browning 9 mm (5 clips), Uzi SMG (5 clips), holsters and ammo pouches, Mini-Maglight with red filter, binoculars, Khaki and OD uniforms (generic fatigues), clothes: (civilian, native attire, business and formal attire) dive watch, belt, weapon cleaning kits, two bedroom apartment, Fairfax, VA, Kevlar Helmet with com system, fine leather gloves, insulated gloves, boonie hats (matching cammo), (kevlar helmet, helmet liner, helmet cover-civilian black), Personal vehicle: Volvo C70 coupe, hard top convertible, leather interior, I-pod option, GPS, Sirius/XM radio, civilian contractor military access pass, alloy wheels, laptop computer, I-phone, night vision goggles, clip to helmet, access to any eavesdropping equipment available to the CIA. Multiple valid passports from a number of nations. Four valid US passports under different names. Muslim female clothing appropriate for any and every nation and level of observance. From head-scarves, to burquas and abayahs. Trench coat.
Equipment:
Weapons:
Sidearm:
Browning Hi Power
2d6 damage
Range 120 ft
Feed 13 rounds x4 clips
Main:
9mm Uzi
30 rounds
Range 600 ft
2d6 damage
6 clips carried
Armor:
Body Armors:
Hard Armor vest: AR 12 SDC 120 (Frequently worn in the field)
Hard Armor Suit: AR 16, SDC 260 (rarely worn)
Concealed Vest: AR 10, SDC 60 (usually worn in civilian clothes)
Background:
(Based on agency interview responses)
“So you know about my uncle Jonny? His name was Jonathan Isaacson, and he was a trader for T.D. Waterhouse That was in Tower 1. So I am sure you know he lived in a Kibbutz, fought in the War of Attrition, and was my favorite person in the world. Yeah? Well when I was 14, a plane flown by Muslims hit the tower. They never found his body.
“In the American army? Yeah, I could be Jessica Lynch, and drive a truck. Some goy sergeant could grope me. Whatever. I wanted to be an Israeli like my uncle. Dual citizenship. It’s legal. Natalie Portman has the same deal and you all give her Oscars. Anyhow, when I was 18, I immigrated to Israel. The deal is everyone over there at 18 has to serve to get citizenship. I wanted the army. They fight terrorists every day on our home soil.
“So I get in the infantry. I’m not too bad. The platoon leader finds out I’m pretty good with languages. He sends me to intel school. My first job? Real job? I dressed like a Palestenian woman and worked in a launderette in the West Bank. My orders? I was to spot mortar and rocket attacks before they fell on Israelis. I was always in community theater, so it was just a little make-up and acting. Never more. But, and this is going to sound weird… Sometimes, I kind of forgot I was a Jewish woman, from Brighton Beach New York, and a corporal in the Israeli army.
“It was like I was calling Uncle Yonni, and saying ‘Hey, there are five men coming to see you about the stove.’ That was code for a mortar attack. My accent was good, and soon, some guys approached me and said, ‘Why not be a suicide bomber?’
“Even if I got a little foggy about who I really was. I knew this was big, and called my uncle. I told him where the bakery was. That was code for a bomb factory. My uncle told me to come home. I went to my car, and drove off. Then I saw four Seraph’s (Recruiting officer’s note: Israeli designation for the AH-64) fly over me. They peeled off and began to hammer the building with Hellfires. There were so many secondaries.
“I went home, all those nice boys were dead. Then there was a knock. The man looked familiar. He said he was my lieutenant, and that I was an Israeli hero. I thought I was a Palestinian washer! They took me back, showed me pictures of me in a Synagogue at my Bat Mitzvah, before my uncle died. Then I recalled. I wasn’t Lamyah Itzak, it was Lane Isaacson. I was an Israeli Army spy.
“Brass gave me some leave, so I went home to New York. I don’t know how you guys did it, but you knew what I did. You even showed me pictures of me being Lamyah. I knew she was me. That was the face I saw every day. But it wasn’t exactly my face. I looked muslim, not like an NYC JAP. My hair was thicker, darker, and my skin…
“You guys said I had a gift, and thought I could maybe be in the CIA. I thought this was my sister Rachel’s idea of a joke. Only you were more persistent than anyone else. I tried to be someone else. One day, I was riding the B-train, just to have some quiet time. You of all people sat next to me. I remember, ‘Lane, you sure aren’t afraid to be drastic to enjoy some privacy. If I hadn’t tapped your telephone with Patriot Act provisions, I’d have never found you.
“It really scared the shit out of me. You pulled out your compact and opened it. Held it in front of me. The reflection looking back? A middle aged schwartze woman! It wasn’t make-up, it wasn’t anything. It was me! I spoke in her dialect. I thought I was coming home to a husband that shined shoes for a living. It was so stereotypical, but I was living another woman’s life.
“So yeah, I joined the CIA. But the worst part? The training. It wasn’t much compared to Israeli Army training. Just more Ivy League faygalas. But you all always pushed us. Some people have a limit. This guy went all Columbine after a rough day. Grabbed his weapon. I knocked it out of his hand, and was going to punch him in the throat to eliminate him permanently, when he suddenly lit up like a torch, and hit me with a burning fist!
“I thought I was about to go up like a haystack. Really, this sick guy was blazing away, and my only wish? If I could do what he did, I’d survive. So I felt warm, my skin lit up like fire, and in like a second, I was blazing, just like him!
“He threw two fireballs at me, and it didn’t do nothing. I grabbed him in a chokehold. Even on fire, you still gotta breathe. I stole his power, and it was awesome. He wasn’t a bad fighter, but he wasn’t a veteran of the Israeli Army. He was out in no time, and the response team showed up. My power faded, but he was out like a light. I don’t know what you did to him, but it wasn’t enough. Afterwards, it was all I could do to keep from burning down the barracks, just because I could. It woulda felt good.
“So yes, I guess I can look like other people, and I think I can steal their powers. But it’s got a price. Sometimes, in the mean time, I forget who I am. All I remember is uncle Jonny, so when you give me orders, make sure I’m reporting back to him.”[dice=6]
