Name:Frank Carver Concept:Courier Chronicle:
Age:22 Virtue:Fortitude Faction:
Player:Simple Vice:Greed GroupName:

Attributes
Power Intelligence Strength Presence
Finesse Wits Dexterity Manipulation
Resistance Resolve Stamina Composure

Skills Other Traits
Mental
(-3 unskilled)
Academics
Computer
Crafts
Investigation
Medicine
Occult
Politics
Science

Physical
(-1 unskilled)
Athletics
Brawl
Drive
Firearms
Larceny
Stealth
Survival
Weaponry

Social
(-1 unskilled)
AnimalKen
Empathy
Expression
Intimidation
Persuasion
Socialize
Streetwise
Subterfuge
Merits
Direction Sense
Fast Reflexes
Iron Stamina
Resources

Flaws

Size:5
Speed:10
InitiativeMod:7
Defense:3
Armor:0
Health

Willpower

Morality
10
9
8
7
6
5
4
3
2
1

Experience:0
Weapons Dice Mod.

Equipment Dice Mod.
Motorcycle
Additional Information
Specialities:
Crafts: Jury-Rigging
Drive : Motorcycles,Shaking Tails
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Frank is tall,thin man that seem to cannot stop himself from squinting whole time. His hair is reddish-brown and he looks like he ve not shaven for a week. If he's not wearing his gray driving suit he wears slightly faded jeans and a shirt with with a engine logo.
Frank whole life was dedicated to cars and motorcycles, at first in his parents car workshop where he was always eager to help. Then after his mother's death and and argument with his father about his life perspectives in the rural hometown he left it and hired himself as a courier for a one of the big corporations in Boston. Soon he found that the job was not enough in both pay and challenge for him and turned to more to delivery of less legal goods. Drugs,explosives,stolen data and cars,fake money and whatever else the client needed to be delivered fast and without bringing too much attention. His record was perfect even when the cops got involved for long enough to build few contacts in the local underworld. That is until the job that changed his life. His contact seemed a bit nervous about the whole business but the cash he offered for delivering small package to the suburbs house was too good to pass. John was smiling at the thought that someone was stupid enough to pay such money for delivering what seemed to be an ordinary book. His mood quickly changed when he found the inhabitants of the house ripped to shreds and scattered around the house and on top of that police just arriving outside. While he managed to escape, what he learned later was even more disconcerting : his contact found dead in his own apartment and his own house turned upside down by burglars. And what was the thing that concerned him the most was that he couldn't remember what happened to the mysterious book after he walked into that house. No more with reliable contact with the underworld and his house no more safe he turned his life in the hands of fate. Whatever the truth of what happened or a quick way of getting rich happens first Frank will not let it pass him.