Name: Aye-Aye Malloy, or simply Aye-Aye
Origin: Trained
Abilities:Prowess: 4
Coordination: 6
Strength: 4
Intellect: 2
Awareness: 4
Willpower: 4
Powers: Telepathy 1
Specialties:Rifle
Stealth Expert
Psychiatry
Military
Mental Resistance
Determination: 5
Description:A black. kinky-haired Irishman of unflattering looks, poor hygiene and superb physique, Aye-Aye's an overall pleasant sort, though with a certain calculating and precise edge to his eye, and an expressive bearing like none you've ever seen. Here's a man who's no doubt got the long and short of you soon as he casts an eye your way, and one who can make himself dreadfully clear when needed. And his eyes. You're fairly and disturbingly sure he can see your soul, despite the way you don't think he has any obvious superhuman powers.
Background:Aye-Aye's about the most uncommon sight around Farfield, an officer and a gentleman turned a veteran and a vagrant. A man of no real power, at least not compared to some, he mostly hangs around the bar, possessed of a strongly listless demeanor as he chats up anyone who'll talk and a whole lot who normally wouldn't in return for a drink and a tale. It's the strangest thing, he would say, being in Farfield. He's been a vagrant and a veteran for as long as he can remember, living in the alleyway outside the bar, and he assumes there's probably
some reason he's had trouble integrating into society.
For one, there's the persistent flashbacks. Completely blank ones, mind you. They thought he had epilepsy, narcolepsy or, God forbid, brain fever. One of those vagrant things, you know. And then there's the weird and completely groundless fears he gets sometimes for nothing in particular. Or the way he howls in his sleep in the alleyway sometimes, that's not normal, but bugger if he remembers what that's all about when he's up and feeling fit as a fiddle. Curiouser and curiouser, eh?
And then there's the matter of the ol' skin color. Homo inferior in more ways than one, Malloy likes to joke. Don't get him wrong, though, Farfield's a friendly and gentle place, no doubt about that. Doesn't stop some from calling him unflattering names, mind you, or the barkeep throwing him out when work hours are done and all the white folks come in to top themselves off for the evening. Kids used to come and spit on him too, funny thing, that. And when somebody calls you 'boy', you gotta call them 'sir' right back. Not quite what he left Ireland for, but where else is a man to go?
Gotta keep a stiff upper lip though. That's the British way, they tell him. Of course, he's more a fan of the Irish way - keep a stiff upper lip until your firebomb and ammunition stockpiles are up enough to make the fuckers pay. It's a more long-term thing, but he's got faith that it'll pay off.
Qualities:- He's seen some shit in his time, but damn if he can remember any of it. He's mostly settled for making things up instead. Gets him a drink every now and then.
- An appreciation for alcohol, song and dance, and a sing-song accent from the heart of County Cork mark him as an Irishman born and bred.
- The man has seen the inside of a military operation. At the very least he's been a mercenary of some kind. He does not appear actively dangerous, mind you. But a lot of the edge he once had he has definitely kept, possibly for lack of better things to do.
- For some reason people tend to trust ethnic hobos from disadvantaged backgrounds to dispense wisdom in times of great desperation.
Challenges:- It's the Deep South in a reality where the Confederates won. The constitution ain't a friend of his kind, let's say, and neither are the people of Farfield for the most part. Turns out nothing brings friends, local lawmakers and officers together like being awful to people who can't fight back.
- He's got no job, no possessions, no papers and no money of his own, and the best he can do to alleviate any of it is dispense folksy wisdom for a drink and some pretzels mostly.
- Having flashbacks and episodes of heightened (possibly not unreasonable) paranoia and anxiety tend to somewhat interfere with healthy thought processes.
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