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IC Thread
Maybe you've had it since you could remember. Maybe you only got it recently. Either way, the facts are staring you right in the face: you have magical powers.

It's slightly ridiculous to admit. Surely the fact you can turn into a wolf is just a weird disease? That whole throwing a fireball thing was probably just a fluke of physics. Hell, drinking blood is something everyone can do. But eventually you have to stop denying it, and let it sink in that you are not truly human. However, you know what makes this really depressing?

You aren't the chosen one. You aren't in an amazing medieval world. You're trapped in a dead-end job in a dead-end city with a dead-end life. You've done a few conjobs, a few robberies, a few murders, just to get some cashflow in to pay the rent. You're desperate. You're getting more so every day. But with these powers... maybe you can change that.

Welcome to the City of Secrets. Try not to get yourself killed or arrested, and you should do fine.

Summary
This is an RTD about being a criminal with magical powers. This should play like a combination of Grand Theft Auto and the World of Darkness. Here's the rules and the character creation.

Spoiler:
Luck And Heat (click to show/hide)

There are two meters you should look out for in this game: Luck and Heat.

Luck means how lucky your character is. It's like a health meter, with a few differences. Luck is what stops you from being killed or arrested; that can mean barely avoiding getting a bullet to the head, or managing to make a quick escape over a fence when running from the cops. However, with every lucky escape, you lose a luck point. When it runs out, you're killed or arrested: and you're out of the game. To recharge them, you should lay low and try not to do anything too crazy. You can increase the recharge rate of luck by buying a luck charm like a rabbit's foot.

Heat means how much the cops don't like you. Since you're automatically a criminal, they don't like you at the start, but the majority of the time they can't/won't arrest you. However, if you do something criminal in front of witnesses or god forbid an actual cop, then your Heat meter will raise. At the lower levels, they might send a beat cop or a squad car over to you to arrest you without violence. At the higher levels, they'll send SWAT teams after you and helicopter sniper teams. This is a bad thing. To lower it, you can lay low in a secure position and/or wear a disguise. You can increase the lowering rate of Heat by giving a sufficient donation (Say, five grand) to the more corrupt side of the police force.

Spoiler: Classes of Criminal (click to show/hide)

Criminals are not one unified group. It's all divided up into little groups of gangs and various types of criminal. Here is the most general depiction of criminals you can find. You must select which class you are and what specialization you want to pick in the class. That is what you start out with.
Hackers are criminals who specialize in hacking computers and other electronic devices. If you choose this, you can specialize in Long-Distance Hacking (Hacking into websites and other online things), Short-Distance Hacking (Hacking into electronic devices like traffic lights and phones), or Information (Gathering information about things like passwords, bank account details, and such by tricking people into giving them to you/finding info about them on the side)
"I can hack your car, the traffic lights, the ATM, from a thousand miles away. I can get the cops on you in a minute with nothing more then a keyboard. In five minutes, I can make your life hell and do it without even looking at your face. Every technology can be used for criminality: I am simply exploiting this rule for my benefit. Don't get in my way: I can fuck you up without needing to lay a finger on you."

Con-men are criminals who specialize in tricking people. If you choose this, you can specialize in Intimidation (Making you seem much more threatening then you actually are), Persuasion (Making people trust you and willing do things for you), or Lying (Tricking people into believing bullshit).
"You don't need a lead pipe or a computer to get people to give you their money. People are always willing to give you their money if you just tell them the right things. Prove that one of your statements is truth, and they'll fall in line to buy whatever lie you're selling this week. You don't need a gun to do crime... though it is handy to have one on hand if things go south."

Thugs are the most straightforward of criminals: they just beat people up and steal their money. If you choose this, you can specialize in Unarmed (Beating people up with your bare hands), Melee Weapons (Slicing their necks open with knives and beating them with lead pipes), or Firearms (Shooting at people)
"When you're at the door of a crackhouse, ready to kill everyone inside, you gotta ask yourself this one question. Not 'Is this morally right?' or 'Maybe I should stop the violence?', that's the wrong question. You ask yourself, 'Am I going to go loud or quiet?'. Don't dismiss either approach: they're good in context. There's nothing like burning down a house knowing that no-one inside never even saw you when you killed them, and the cops won't come after you... but going loud is simpler and faster, so go for that if you don't feel like making a point."

Robbers are criminals who are stealthy and rob places. If you choose this, you can specialize in Lockpicking (Breaking open mechanical and electronic locks of doors/safes), Stealth (Staying quiet and unseen), or Disguise (Keeping a low profile and pretending to be someone you're not).
"I am in a standoff with the cops in a bank robbery gone tits up. Hostages and fellow robbers are screaming in my ear, and you know how I feel? I am as calm as a fucking leaf. Because I am ready for this. You know why? Because I planned this out. I activate the explosives outside blowing the police sky-high. I walk out the back with my teammates while they're scrambling to tell what just happened. I escape in the getaway car with my friends in the back and the hostages in the boot. A week later I sell them for ransom. Profit: 500 grand. I earned that because I planned."

Drivers are criminals who rush in, get the stuff, then rush out. If you choose this, you can specialize in On-Foot (Fleeing on foot), Cars (Driving away in all kinds of cars), or Unusual (Piloting helicopters, tanks, and other weird stuff).
"I don't execute people in back alleys, I don't rob convenience stores, I don't scam people for pennies. You know who I am? I'm the driver. When you need me, I'm there. When the cops arrive, guess where you are thanks to me? Far away. I may not be the flashiest: but you can't get into the big leagues without me."

Dealers are criminals who make connections, back-room businesses, and loads of money. If you choose this, you can specialize in Racketeering (Threatening/coercing business owners to give you a cut of the cash), Negotiating (Setting up deals with other criminals/suppliers), or Supply (Setting up connections to get items and objects).
"The best way to be a criminal is to be the one the cops can't get. With those other jobs, you put yourself in the line of danger. Me, I put others in the line of danger. Bankers don't starve when the economy goes, and I don't get arrested when the cops put on a sting. You wanna know how much I have in my swiss bank account? You really don't. It'd depress you."

Spoiler: Powers & Feats (click to show/hide)

Powers (Magical Powers)
Spell: Spells gives you spells that are randomly generated, specific effects you can trigger. They do not run out of power, but you only get a limited selection at the start and must search for more.
Ritual: Rituals are general, customizable effects you make yourself. You can do anything with them, but you operate off a power supply and to refurbish it you must do a specific action that uses up time and effort.
Feats (Non-Supernatural Abilities)
Fluke: Fluke allows you, when you get a 20, to get another dice to roll. This will be for another action you wish to do, or get you another chance if you're in a contest. If you roll a 20 on the extra dice, then you get another dice. And another if you roll another 20. And another if you roll another 20, etc. However, it's just as likely that you will get a 1 if your luck runs out
Resolve: Resolve allows you to survive past death. Every turn you are in this near death state, however, you must roll a dice. If you fail the roll, you die.

Spoiler: Burdens, Lifestyle, & Jobs (click to show/hide)

Jobs are your day work: what you do when you aren't a criminal. Stuff like being a bartender, a convenience store worker, a stripper. They're unreliable, they don't pay well, but they're better then nothing. You don't have to go into work every day, and you don't get a penalty for staying at home because your job is ultimately pointless in the grand scheme of things. You might get promoted to get slightly more money, but at the start you will not get anything at all.

Lifestyle is the way you live. At the start, you live in a rathole apartment, maybe even a squat if you so choose. The rent is low, but the niceness is zilch. You can stay there if you wish, but you'll be missing out on impressing your fellow criminals (People tend to think you're a scumbag if you live in a rathole), getting more storage space (Can't fit much in a rathole apartment), or having the ability to upgrade your pad (Can't fit an armory and a supercomputer in a one room total apartment). However, the higher you go, the more the expenses.

Burdens is the stuff you just can't let go. You can choose between two types of burden, like...

Relatives. These are your friends and family who need a certain amount of care and attention. They can be your daughter, your husband, your best buddy who has to crash at your place, your drug dealer, etc. At the start when your lifestyle is low, they won't give you any money and will be just parasites sucking off you. However, as your lifestyle gets better, they will give you rewards of special items, advantages, or skill bonuses.
Needs. These are the things that drive you, that you must complete. They'll be a long and costly journey, but you may get a reward at the end. Then again, you might not. In character creation, you choose your type of need then specify what you need.These are of four classes of needs and the examples of what sort of stuff you'd put at the end.
To be... at the top, rich, respected.
To get out... of this city, of this debt, of this crappy job.
To get revenge... on everyone who ever doubted you, on the police who put you in jail, on the scumbag who ratted you out.
To find out... where exactly your powers come from, who really killed her, who put you in jail.

Spoiler: Relationships (click to show/hide)

You have relationships with other players. You are stuck with them, for better or worse, with two players. One player you have a rivalry with, the other you have a friendship with. Maybe you two have a history together, maybe your personalities click or clash in a certain way, or perhaps circumstances either pushed you together or pushed you apart. Either way, you will be randomly bond to two other players. Don't worry: I'll have an explanation prepared as to why you know those two bozos.

Spoiler: Character Creation (click to show/hide)

Name: You can guess this.
Biography: Optional, but if you do it give an explanation for what the character is like in personality, looks like, how their powers came about, and other such details.
Class: What class of criminal they are.
Power/Feat: Choose one type of power or feat.
Job: What kind of job they have.
Burden: What need/relatives they have. You can have multiple relatives, but not needs.

Relations are decided after all players are gathered. Seven players would be nice, and this isn't first come first serve. I will be judging entrees by quality.

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Players

Spoiler: Tim Gerber (click to show/hide)

Player: Harry Baldman
Appearance: a medium-height man in his early twenties, has short, dark brown hair and a fairly handsome face, though it shows telltale signs of weariness and worry. He has a slim build, and he moves and acts very deliberately, particularly when with people he doesn't know.
Biography: Tim is not an evil man, or at least he likes to think so. He's never killed anyone or stolen anything, and the thought of going to prison frightens him, to be honest. He fears a great many things in this world, and he really wouldn't be ashamed to admit it to anybody he doesn't directly work with. It's just that the fear of being nobody at all, of dying in a rathole cold and alone, of never amounting to anything in life, simply isn't something he can live with. Especially not since he got powers - it was just two months ago, during one of his drug-related turns. Man, he hasn't used since that day... at least, not conventionally. He can scarcely even remember it aside from a few impressions, but what he does remember isn't good. Could it have been a sign?

He doesn't know, to be honest. And he knows a lot of things and a lot of people now. He got a head start into "the business" courtesy of his significant other and occasional dealer, Terrance, but that was just a start. He's proven to be not too shabby at getting and passing stuff on. And he's even starting to work toward what one might consider an actual score. Maybe he and Terrance will be able to move to a better place soon if this works out. God, Tim sure hopes so. Whatever money Terrance gets, he spends on "goods" and "expanding the business" (which he's argued with him about on more than one occasion), and his own job has scarcely paid well enough to afford even the tiniest investments so far. He hopes his hard work and effort will pay off. He shudders to think about his future if it doesn't. Terrance likes to live dangerously, Tim is afraid to say.
Class: Dealer (Supply)
Power/Feat: Ritual: through the preparation of a special oil that includes within its list of ingredients such things as cocaine, his own blood and several other not too exotic ingredients (the process itself is quite arcane and Tim isn't sure he can rightly explain it - it's mostly based on intuition and various rituals that feel right, in a process that can take up to twelve hours of time, depending on his mood and clarity of thought) and the application of said oil to his eyes, ears and nostrils, Tim can attain superior magic-assisted intuition that borders on clairvoyance, though it does not last longer than two hours (he usually makes enough oil for three to six proper uses).
Job: he works as a valet at one of the more upscale hotels in town.
Burden: to be able to provide for himself, to do what he is good at, to have a decent life for himself and his roommate/boyfriend/drug dealer (on-and-off in the latter case) Terrance. Terrance is far more assertive than Tim, and has quite the temper, which is paired with a certain lack of patience. Thus, he has not been the most successful man, and his and Tim's relationship has suffered as a result, though not to the point of being actually dysfunctional.

Spoiler: William Puckett (click to show/hide)

Player: Flying Dice
Biography: Born and raised in the City. William's mother died when he was eleven, after complications in the birth of his little sister, Elizabeth. Their father died of an overdose four years later, but his stash was enough to keep up with food and rent until William managed to get a steady job. He's spent the past six years taking whatever work he can find and pulling off petty heists on the side, trying to stay afloat. He has repeatedly written to the few relatives he knows of, asking for help or a place to stay, but has been refused. By now William is embittered and devoted entirely to getting himself and his sister away from the city, but without money it's damned near impossible.

Will isn't particularly remarkable, he stands 5'8" and weighs in a bit light at 120lbs. He's got shaggy auburn hair, four or five inches long, kept swept back by grime and habitual hand-combing to keep it away from his grey-blue eyes. Working where he does has kept him well-toned, but he doesn't have the build or diet to ever be muscular in the sense that richer folks think of gym-jockeys.

He was badly beaten after trying to rob the wrong gas station, left in an alleyway. After several hours of semi-conscious hallucinations, William pulled himself together enough to make it home. When he woke the next morning, he felt something... different about himself, something lurking inside his mind. Will's been stepped on by life at every turn, and probably would have given up already if he was only in it for himself. But now? Now he has something to hope for, and you know what they say about the deadly disease of hope: all it takes is a single spark.
Class: Robber / Stealth
Power: Spell
Job: Longshoreman.
Burden: Little sister.
Needs: To get the family out of the City, or at least secure their future.

Spoiler: Ben Miko (click to show/hide)

Player: Lawastooshort
Biography: Ben is 5 foot 10, fairly slim, and quite well built - he fits in a little workout at home before and after work most days, when he manages to get up before his daughter, and rides a good six or seven miles across town and then back the days he does work. He works as a sous-chef for Charlie, an Italian guy he's known for nearly a decade, and Charlie knows that sometimes shit comes up for a single parent that means Ben just can't get into work today. Of course, Charlie knows about the other stuff too, and Ben's pretty organised as a dad, and a few of the other families on the block help him out, so it's this other stuff that comes up just as much.

Ben's fairly unremarkable. Pleasant enough face, short black hair, gets his head down and works hard. Quiet kind of guy, serious till you know him, private till you know him very well. Doesn't have much to say but if he does and it's something that affects him he makes it known and won't let himself get pushed around. Like to cook good for his kid, like to cook with her at the weekends when he's off work. Specially chocolate pie. Apart from the pastry though that's a lot less cooking and a lot more bowl-licking...

Ben's daughter's four - Chloe. Got nearly everything but the curls in her hair from her mum; the curls are something every woman in the Miko family's had for as far back as Ben's grandmother can remember. Doesn't really got with the rest of her face. Got her eyes from her mum. Ben reckons she got that goddamned stubbornness from her mother too, but that's just because he's never noticed it in himself. Can get just what she wants out of him before he even knows it too, just like she could.

Anyway, Chloe wasn't even a year old when her mum was killed by one of the big time gang bosses in town, and the little girl doesn't remember a thing about her. Her friends have mums, but then some of them don't have dads, some of them don't have mums either, so it seems kind of normal to her. Or, you know, seemed.

The other morning, at breakfast, Chloe stopped chewing her cornflakes for a few minutes and did the look she does when she's thinking and doesn't know how to ask a question, or doesn't want to.

"Dad," she said, "Are you gonna die?"
"No. Well, not yet. No, you don't have to worry about that."
"When you die, does that mean I won't have a dad anymore?"
"That... yeah. Yes, it does mean you won't have a dad anymore, Chloe. But that won't till I'm even older than grandad, don't worry about it."
"Dad, is that why I don't have a mum anymore?"

Working and bringing up a kid is hard work, and it seemed to Ben that he hadn't really had time to... grieve, he guessed. Now he was gonna fucking grieve. He got out the fine long knife Amy's dad had given him when they got married, and he swore it.

Her family was, way back, from a kind of antiquated warrior tradition. They lived by honour, revenge, all of that. He was going to get revenge, and put his wife to rest.
Class: Thug (Firearms).
Power/Feat: Ritual. Ben's ritual is to travel to his wife's grave and cut open his left palm and reaffirm his vow. From this he derives superhuman reactions.
Job: Sous-chef.
Burden: Four year old daughter and a vow to avenge the death of his wife.

Spoiler: Derya Nithra (click to show/hide)

Player: Tsuchigumo550
Class: Hacker, Long Range
Biography:
Derya was abandoned at a very young age, and drifted from orphanage to orphanage. Eventually, at the age of 16, she managed to land a small time job and pay rent and for an internet connection. Smart but lacking money, Derya used the internet to learn after high school, and began to learn... new sources of income. She eventually managed to use illicit activity to upgrade her internet to an unlimited plan, and took online schooling. Able to get just enough schooling for specialized jobs, she quit her old job at a local fast food joint and picked up working at a small computer repair store. While she often works the counter, she's quite valuable at fixing software issues as well.

Power/Feat: Ritual:
Ouroboros Medusae: Derya is able to induce death in someone with a glare. She cannot do this more than once, and must recharge this ability to use it again- only, however, if it works. The target must make eye contact with her and the effect is not instant, however, the person will suffer from sudden heart failure mere moments after receiving her glare. Her signature is that rigor mortis sets in very quickly in those she's killed in this way.

To recharge her ability, she must bleed into a silver basin while chanting a semi-latin incantation. The only parts she's managed to translate involve snakes and the phrase "To the business at hand. As I am, you will be." (Age quot agis. Tu fui, ego eris.)

The incantation takes time, and must be done in darkness. It does not need to be complete darkness, but it should be hard to see at the least.

She dislikes having this ability, but is thankful it can be controlled. She generally tries to keep it at the ready, just in case. She found out about it when she was being mugged and was able to kill him- somehow, her subconscious took over, and guided her through the ritual afterwards. From there, she was able to control her ability.

Job: Computer Repair Store, clerk. Business is fairly rare.

Burden: Derya desperately wants to know why she has such a supernatural ability, and has done large amounts of research on the idea. She's very sure she's somehow connected to Medusa/gorgons as well as snakes in general, but knows nothing else.

She has a very good friend which is addicted to drugs, although nothing hard enough to cause him to no longer function in society. Sometimes, Derya's friend will need to stay for a while in Derya's crappy apartment, most of the time because he ran out of rent or got kicked out of his apartment.

Spoiler: Mary Black/Acid-Burn online (click to show/hide)

Player: Wolfchild
Biography: Mary, is an IT graduate, unfortunately she was left in the care of her infant sister, when her parents died in a car accident.  She stopped climbing the ladder to look after her, but has become disaffected with the city when the culprit was not brought to justice, and her sister started to fall through the cracks of society.  Mary started to look for additional funds to help pay for her sister's education, finding them in the grey areas of legality. It did not take long for her figure that because the city did not care for them, that she need not follow it's laws, only her own morality and fell in with a gang of criminals, providing electronic assistance
Class: Hacker, Long Range
Power/Feat: Spell: Time manipulation: can slow down own perceived time, speeding up reactions and purely mental actions
Job: IT in a small business
Burden: Need, To find out The dirty Secrets of all the people at the top of the City; 1 Sister, aged 12

Spoiler: Lilith Evans (click to show/hide)

Player: Tiruin
Appearance: A woman of about 5'4" in height, with average proportions for a 25 year old. She has dark brown irises, along with, jet black hair and a wide-V shaped chinline, along with a slim build and a light complexion.
Biography: Of mundane birth, 'Lily' was raised in the hand between poverty and strife--knowledgeable the troubles of modern man from childhood. Due to significant events in her past, leaving it a clouded and bad memory, she developed a philosophical method of rationalizing the world, taking in the intent and direction of events going about her. It was during her 18th birthday when catastrophe struck, which left her with the family she has now--herself, and her sister.

Having finished her collegial studies a few years post-catastrophe, and taking up apprenticeship as a chemist under the local perfumer; her analytical mind and taste for the more subtle and simple pleasures of life helped shape most of her proceeding personality, yet also kept her stable enough to give the lion's share of blessings to her significant other. Her relationship with her sister is an open one-much less the sibling rivalry-and focuses much more on the essence of family. At this time, she kept close to her hobby of percussion and sound harmonics, something which piqued her fancy during her educational years.

In regard to powers or rituals, some concoctions derived by her are of custom make; products borne of test and trial, as well as hypotheses relating to what would appeal to a person, holistically. At the current time, she has taken no life, nor committed any crime of mention.

Class: Robber // Stealth
Feat: Ritual
Aural Extirpation/ Utilizing and concocting a mixture of volatile scents, the resulting mixture --being made of common items, mostly from plant or floral extract--is an amalgam of pleasant odors and aromas that it renders anyone it is applied on to apparently 'not give off any scent'. In truth, the mixture is moderate in nature, affecting the olfactory nerves such that while the person is still vulnerable to the other four senses, any other's sense of smell in the vicinity is blacked out in regard to the wearer.

As a side effect, it strengthens Lily's sense of smell and allows her to trace others' presence nearby, and will fade along with time. Normally the concoction lasts about 3 hours, on a humid or dry day-the climate or weather does not affect the duration except for the presence of water-contact. Contact with any water-form erases the effect of the concoction.

Job: Perfumer
Burden: Younger sister. Age 7. Only living relative in the family. Currently is being sent to a first-class elementary school. 1st Grade.

Needs:
> To find out the reason these powers came about.
> To give my sister a clean, and upright name and standing in society regardless of what society exists around her--to teach her from the wrongs I've committed.

Spoiler: Kathryn Fry (click to show/hide)

Player: Dwarmin
Appearance: A young woman with short, dark her hair and green eyes. Many tattoos of geometric design can be seen on her arms, back and chest-gears, bricks and power-lines encoded in the blackweave. She has a look of fierce, almost elemental beauty about her.

Biography: Kat has spent most of her life at the behest of forces beyond her control. Her Father, Malcolm Fry, is an overlord of a criminal family-and a powerful sorcerer. He is a man of many vices, and collects bastard children easily...Kat was one such product. As with many of his offspring, he placed a powerful curse on her as soon as she manifested her powers-a dire one way lycanthropy, unreversible-if it should ever progress fully, the subject will become some sort of minor, pathetic animal. The compulsion is simple...she need only obey his every command, or become one of Malcom Fry's pet rats. Much of her young life was spent in training, or performing various tasks of an illegal nature out of fear of this fate. She was never more than a pawn, though...and life as a literal slave grated on her. But, she couldn't strike back...he had too many advantages.

Kat drove from home on a stolen bike, as soon as she found a treatment that could hold back the curse effects-a potion that was unfortunately highly difficult to procure, but freedom is worth every cent. And, she's been driving on ever since. hoping to find a way to shake off the curse completely. In the meantime, she enjoys her freedom while she has it.

Class: Driver (Cars)

Power: City Spirit/Kat can intuitively divine the true nature of the city she lives in. In truth, she is one of the few who can actively perceive and manipulate these 'city elementals', making her akin to a modern day urban Druid. Much as one of days gone by would raise trees and water spirits to defend their interests, Kat could potentially awaken automobiles, stopsigns and even smog clouds-all products of the modern world she lives in. She can physically see into machines, and manipulate them easily-making her a phenomenal driver.

At her current level, though, most of her powers are merely sensory and instinctive.

Job: She works as a pizza delivery woman in her off time-though, this is also a cover for her less honest work...

Burdens: Her Father is a powerful sorcerer and a crime lord who runs his own little demesne in the dark part of the city. She's refused to work for him, but he still occasionally makes demands of her when it amuses him. She may have siblings, but does not know their identities. Kat herself is afflicted with a particularly ugly curse, courtesy of her father-unless she's following his whims, she must regularly take an expensive potion to forestall it's effects. Defying him causes the curse to accelerate quicker.

She still takes care of her mother when she can, a quiet woman who would prefer to have nothing to remind her of what happened, or any connection to her world.

Spoiler: Jakob Haynes (click to show/hide)

Player: Dorsidwarf
Biography: The guy is about five foot nine, with dark, combed hair, hazel eyes, and a muffler or bandana perpetually covering his lower head. His nose is broken, and a chunk is missing of his ear. Haynes has always been about life in the fast lane. He has been a successful getaway driver on a number of occasions, and is kinda shaky and nervous that the police are 'gonna be after me any day, now!'.
Three months ago, he was driving for the biggest job yet - a four-man stealth heist of a major bank. They got in undetected, got a grand total of 9 million in large bills and gold bar, but tripped the building alarm by accident on the way out. Jakob managed to get them out of the area just in time to avoid the police cars' investigation, but the effort was for nought - one of their contacts filched a few duffel bags of money and went for the police. Luckily, he hadn't given his name, so when the police raid hit the gang hideout, his comrades in crime couldn't give him away. Somehow, he caused a diversionslipped away from the raid without being spotted, and down the road before the police realised they were one perp short. He's been tracking the guy who ratted them out and got his coworkers life sentences across four cities now, eking a living as a taxi driver, trying to work out how sometimes he just does the strange things that got him his freedom.
Class: Driver (Cars)
Power/Feat: Spell.
Job:Taxi driver
Needs: To get revenge: on the rat who turned the gang in, then skipped town with 2.1 million from the big job.

[Harry Baldman]

Sheet done, here you go. Hope I make it. If there's an issue with the power, let me know.

Name: Tim Gerber

Appearance: a medium-height man in his early twenties, has short, dark brown hair and a fairly handsome face, though it shows telltale signs of weariness and worry. He has a slim build, and he moves and acts very deliberately, particularly when with people he doesn't know.

Biography: Tim is not an evil man, or at least he likes to think so. He's never killed anyone or stolen anything, and the thought of going to prison frightens him, to be honest. He fears a great many things in this world, and he really wouldn't be ashamed to admit it to anybody he doesn't directly work with. It's just that the fear of being nobody at all, of dying in a rathole cold and alone, of never amounting to anything in life, simply isn't something he can live with. Especially not since he got powers - it was just two months ago, during one of his drug-related turns. Man, he hasn't used since that day... at least, not conventionally. He can scarcely even remember it aside from a few impressions, but what he does remember isn't good. Could it have been a sign?

He doesn't know, to be honest. And he knows a lot of things and a lot of people now. He got a head start into "the business" courtesy of his significant other and occasional dealer, Terrance, but that was just a start. He's proven to be not too shabby at getting and passing stuff on. And he's even starting to work toward what one might consider an actual score. Maybe he and Terrance will be able to move to a better place soon if this works out. God, Tim sure hopes so. Whatever money Terrance gets, he spends on "goods" and "expanding the business" (which he's argued with him about on more than one occasion), and his own job has scarcely paid well enough to afford even the tiniest investments so far. He hopes his hard work and effort will pay off. He shudders to think about his future if it doesn't. Terrance likes to live dangerously, Tim is afraid to say.

Class: Dealer (Supply)

Power/Feat: Ritual: through the preparation of a special oil that includes within its list of ingredients such things as cocaine, his own blood and several other not too exotic ingredients (the process itself is quite arcane and Tim isn't sure he can rightly explain it - it's mostly based on intuition and various rituals that feel right, in a process that can take up to twelve hours of time, depending on his mood and clarity of thought) and the application of said oil to his eyes, ears and nostrils, Tim can attain superior magic-assisted intuition that borders on clairvoyance, though it does not last longer than two hours (he usually makes enough oil for three to six proper uses).

Job: he works as a valet at one of the more upscale hotels in town.

Burden: to be able to provide for himself, to do what he is good at, to have a decent life for himself and his roommate/boyfriend/drug dealer (on-and-off in the latter case) Terrance. Terrance is far more assertive than Tim, and has quite the temper, which is paired with a certain lack of patience. Thus, he has not been the most successful man, and his and Tim's relationship has suffered as a result, though not to the point of being actually dysfunctional.

[Toaster]

Making a sheet, but I'm not quite sure what you're looking for in the power section.  Do we pick what kind we want and you create one to fit, or what?

[Fniff]

You pick what kind you want. For Spells, you get a randomly generated spell at the start. For rituals, you can basically do whatever you want, but you also have to note what kind of action you have to do when you run out of mana.

[Flying Dice]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: William Puckett
Biography: Born and raised in the City. William's mother died when he was eleven, after complications in the birth of his little sister, Elizabeth. Their father died of an overdose four years later, but his stash was enough to keep up with food and rent until William managed to get a steady job. He's spent the past six years taking whatever work he can find and pulling off petty heists on the side, trying to stay afloat. He has repeatedly written to the few relatives he knows of, asking for help or a place to stay, but has been refused. By now William is embittered and devoted entirely to getting himself and his sister away from the city, but without money it's damned near impossible.

Will isn't particularly remarkable, he stands 5'8" and weighs in a bit light at 120lbs. He's got shaggy auburn hair, four or five inches long, kept swept back by grime and habitual hand-combing to keep it away from his grey-blue eyes. Working where he does has kept him well-toned, but he doesn't have the build or diet to ever be muscular in the sense that richer folks think of gym-jockeys.

He was badly beaten after trying to rob the wrong gas station, left in an alleyway. After several hours of semi-conscious hallucinations, William pulled himself together enough to make it home. When he woke the next morning, he felt something... different about himself, something lurking inside his mind. Will's been stepped on by life at every turn, and probably would have given up already if he was only in it for himself. But now? Now he has something to hope for, and you know what they say about the deadly disease of hope: all it takes is a single spark.
Class: Robber / Stealth
Power: Spell
Job: Longshoreman.
Burden: Little sister.
Needs: To get the family out of the City, or at least secure their future.

[lawastooshort]

Not really 100% sure about his ritual or effect just yet, um.

Spoiler: Ben Miko (click to show/hide)

Name: Ben Miko.
Biography: Ben is 5 foot 10, fairly slim, and quite well built - he fits in a little workout at home before and after work most days, when he manages to get up before his daughter, and rides a good six or seven miles across town and then back the days he does work. He works as a sous-chef for Charlie, an Italian guy he's known for nearly a decade, and Charlie knows that sometimes shit comes up for a single parent that means Ben just can't get into work today. Of course, Charlie knows about the other stuff too, and Ben's pretty organised as a dad, and a few of the other families on the block help him out, so it's this other stuff that comes up just as much.

Ben's fairly unremarkable. Pleasant enough face, short black hair, gets his head down and works hard. Quiet kind of guy, serious till you know him, private till you know him very well. Doesn't have much to say but if he does and it's something that affects him he makes it known and won't let himself get pushed around. Like to cook good for his kid, like to cook with her at the weekends when he's off work. Specially chocolate pie. Apart from the pastry though that's a lot less cooking and a lot more bowl-licking...

Ben's daughter's four - Chloe. Got nearly everything but the curls in her hair from her mum; the curls are something every woman in the Miko family's had for as far back as Ben's grandmother can remember. Doesn't really got with the rest of her face. Got her eyes from her mum. Ben reckons she got that goddamned stubbornness from her mother too, but that's just because he's never noticed it in himself. Can get just what she wants out of him before he even knows it too, just like she could.

Anyway, Chloe wasn't even a year old when her mum was killed by one of the big time gang bosses in town, and the little girl doesn't remember a thing about her. Her friends have mums, but then some of them don't have dads, some of them don't have mums either, so it seems kind of normal to her. Or, you know, seemed.

The other morning, at breakfast, Chloe stopped chewing her cornflakes for a few minutes and did the look she does when she's thinking and doesn't know how to ask a question, or doesn't want to.

"Dad," she said, "Are you gonna die?"
"No. Well, not yet. No, you don't have to worry about that."
"When you die, does that mean I won't have a dad anymore?"
"That... yeah. Yes, it does mean you won't have a dad anymore, Chloe. But that won't till I'm even older than grandad, don't worry about it."
"Dad, is that why I don't have a mum anymore?"

Working and bringing up a kid is hard work, and it seemed to Ben that he hadn't really had time to... grieve, he guessed. Now he was gonna fucking grieve. He got out the fine long knife Amy's dad had given him when they got married, and he swore it.

Her family was, way back, from a kind of antiquated warrior tradition. They lived by honour, revenge, all of that. He was going to get revenge, and put his wife to rest.

Class: Thug (Firearms).
Power/Feat: Ritual. Ben's ritual is to travel to his wife's grave and cut open his left palm and reaffirm his vow. From this he derives superhuman reactions.
Job: Sous-chef.
Burden: Four year old daughter and a vow to avenge the death of his wife.

[Toaster]

Gotcha.


Name:  Jimmy Nortern
Biography: Jimmy's a tall, skinny thirtysomething with unremarkable features.  He never really had any true motivation in life except to take care of his little brother, Dale.  Dale is mentally incapable of taking care of himself, and lives in a group home where he is poorly treated.  Jimmy loves his little brother, and spends all his spare money on helping him.  Unfortunately, there isn't much spare.  He never went to college and never could get a better job, so he's been stuck working in a convenience store.  On the side to help pay the bills, he's been acting as a supplier to a local gang, just trying to make ends meet.  He desperately hoped for something to change, so he could do something wonderful for his brother- he didn't care about breaking laws or hurting others, as long as Dale was okay.

Then the magic came, and everything changed.

Class: Dealer / Supplier
Power/Feat: Spell
Job: Convenience store attendant.  Crappy pay, crappy hours, but at least you meet interesting people.
Burden: His mentally disabled brother, who can't take care of himself.  He Needs to Get Rich, so he can fulfill his dream of the two of them living on a private island with all their needs met.

[Fniff]

Looks good, everyone. HarryBaldman, one thing. That power seems a bit magical, but I could work with it. Is your guy just unusually able to notice subtle things, or...?

[Harry Baldman]

Looks good, everyone. HarryBaldman, one thing. That power seems a bit magical, but I could work with it. Is your guy just unusually able to notice subtle things, or...?

It is supposed to be a magical power, yes. Essentially, it's improved magic-assisted intuition. How improved it is and how the magic works exactly - that's all up to you, really, as I'm not sure what I'm really put in there. I could just write in Ritual if it doesn't work.

EDIT: In fact, that's what I'll do. I finally understood how to fill out that field!

[Xantalos]

YESH

[Fniff]

Looks good, everyone. HarryBaldman, one thing. That power seems a bit magical, but I could work with it. Is your guy just unusually able to notice subtle things, or...?

It is supposed to be a magical power, yes. Essentially, it's improved magic-assisted intuition. How improved it is and how the magic works exactly - that's all up to you, really, as I'm not sure what I'm really put in there. I could just write in Ritual if it doesn't work.

EDIT: In fact, that's what I'll do. I finally understood how to fill out that field!

Don't forget how to recharge your powers.

[Harry Baldman]

Don't forget how to recharge your powers.

Do I need to specify that myself? As in, come up with a ritual?

[Fniff]

I'm afraid so. For clarification, a ritual's like a werewolf turning into an uncontrollable wolf, or a vampire sucking blood: it's the downside of being a supernatural creature. Hence why ritual is more creaturish while spells is more mageish.

[Harry Baldman]

I'm afraid so. For clarification, a ritual's like a werewolf turning into an uncontrollable wolf, or a vampire sucking blood: it's the downside of being a supernatural creature. Hence why ritual is more creaturish while spells is more mageish.

Right. Added something. Does that work?