Raoul Kemp

Just Another Freak in the Freak Kingdom

Description:

Geist: The Junkie Doctor

Virtue: Fortitude

Vice: Gluttony

Archetype: Celebrant

Threshold: The Forgotten

Krewe: None. I don’t trust these Goddamn animals

Synergy: 6

Psyche: 2

Max Plasm / Per Turn: 18/2

Mental Attributes: Intelligence 2, Wits 3, Resolve 2

Physical Merits: Strength 1, Dexterity 2, Stamina 3

Social Attributes: Presence 3, Manipulation 4, Composure 1

Mental Skills: Academics 2, Investigation 3, Occult 1, Politics 1

Physical Skills: Drive (the Mojo wagon) 3, Firearms 2, Larceny 3

Social Skills: Expression 4 (Gonzo journalism), Intimidation 3 (unadulterated obscenities), Socialize 3, Streetwise 2, Subterfuge (lying to authorities) 3

Merits: Resources 3, Contacts 2 (losers, casino staff), Haunt 2 (utility), Haunt 3 (residue), Haunt 1 (fluidity)

Keystone: Last in the Pack — a cigarette always smoldering but never growing shorter. Threshold: The Forgotten Keys: The Pyre-Flame and Passion

Keys: Pyre-Flame and Passion

Manifestations: The Curse 2, The Rage 2, The Oracle 1

Flaws: Alcoholism

Derangement: Delusional (convinced that he harbors the ghost of HST)

Willpower: 3

Health: 8

Initiative: 3

Speed: 8

Defense: 2

Armor: None

Bio:

Biography? Biography? Here’s your fucking biography, you fucking pig! I’m going to beat your ass so hard you spit blood!

You think I don’t have enough shit to deal with in this God-fucked town? No one gives a shit about real sport in this city, I think we can all agree on that. No, don’t lie to me, you bastard. I pegged you for a Sun reader from the moment I saw you, that capitalist Goebbels-sheet for the mouth-breathing classes. Don’t pull that shit. I’m a fucking doctor of journalism, God damn it!

You think it’s easy to be a human fucking being here when there are people playing keno right next to you? Keno, God damn it! Christ’s tits! You know how much money these people piss into a game best described as bingo for retired Jews with Down’s Syndrome?! Do you?!

Get out of here, leave me alone! You dishonor Sinatra himself by bringing your ragged ass into this casino, you anti-Semite! I don’t know shit about John Galt, I don’t know shit about Morse, don’t pretend like you weren’t going to ask about it, you fascist swill! Bleeding Christ!

Fuck!

“Its fucking Hunter S. Thompson, I don’t care what anyone says.”
-Red
“That man is crazier’n a loon, always hopped up on hell knows what.”
-Wren

Raoul Kemp

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