Silent Hill Suppliment - MrGone's Character Sheets

Eddie's usual expression is a dumb-cow look of
befuddlement, which he uses to lull characters into a false
sense of security in the beginning. His gun doesn't seem
to be on him until he is ready to use it, slipping into
existence just for the moment.
Storytelling Hints: Eddie is another good decoy
character for use against groups of travelers. When he is
first encountered, he is often in passive mode, so he can
be construed as an ally in the darkness of Silent Hill.
However, if anybody in the group insults him, or does
something he perceives as insulting, he flies into a
frenzied rage, brandishing his firearm and shouting
incoherent nonsense.
Eddie aims for the head, trying to blast off the faces
of those he despises, and will continue to do so long after
the person is dead. His weapon of choice, seemingly
fueled by the town itself, never runs out of ammunition.
Eventually, Eddie will try to kill the traveler. It's just
a matter of time.
Mental Attributes: Intelligence 1, Wits 3, Resolve
3
Physical Attributes:Strength 2, Dexterity 3,
Stamina 5
Social Attributes: Presence 1, Manipulation 3,
Composure 2
Mental Skills: Academics 1, Crafts 2, Occult 1
Physical Skills: Brawl 1, Firearms (Revolvers) 3,
Stealth (Sneaking) 2, Weaponry 1
Social Skills: Empathy 1, Expression 3, Persuasion
2, Subterfuge 3
Merits: Direction Sense, Fast Reflexes 2, Fresh
Start, Quick Draw, Bound To The Town 4
Willpower: 5
Morality: 2
Virtue: Fortitude
Vice: Wrath
Initiative: 6
Defense: 3
Speed: 10
Health: 10
Weapons:
--.38 Special, +2/L, Ranges: 20/40/80, Capacity: 6
(truly, infinite), Dice Pool: 7
Static Rating: 0
Troy Abernathy, PhD
Quote: "Hello, I'm Dr. Abernathy, you can call me
Troy. I'll be your therapist today."
Variant: Any
Background: He had been happy, once.
He was a successful therapist, the best in his field.
Then, he met Julianna. He fell in love with her instantly,
but there was a catch. She was married to a man named
Brett. He did what he could: he became friends with her,
and he spent as much time as he could with her without
looking like she was cheating on Brett.
Over time, he began to notice little bruises, cuts
occasionally, and when he asked her about it, she would
just say that she was clumsy. This seemed plausible to
him until large, round bruises would appear all over her
body, including her face. One particularly tough night,
she fled to him, running from Brett's abusive rage. She
broke down and told him that Brett had been abusing her
as long as Troy knew her. When he heard this, something
snapped in Troy. After she was gone, he didn't get any
sleep, staying awake all night, thinking of a way to make
it all right.
Sometime around dawn, he came to his solution.
He waited for nightfall, and in the middle of a tormenting
storm, he sneaked into some bushes beside the route that
Brett would walk home every day, waiting with a
baseball bat. At long last, long after Troy had been
soaked, Brett came. He passed where Troy was hiding
and he sprung from the bushes, pounding the back of
Brett's head until blood and gore flew with each strike.
For a moment, he staggered back, shocked at himself. It
only gave him a moment's pause. Once it had passed, he
reached into Brett's pockets, taking everything that was
valuable.
Troy ran home, waiting, trying to find something he
could to do to pass the time. The silence was nearly
painful. Whenever guilt threatened to flood his mind, he
would rehearse what he would to say to Julianna and
remind himself that it was all for her. All for Julianna.
After a couple hours, he got the call. He practiced the
script that he had honed to perfection. Brett was dead? he
asked, shocked. Julianna was crying, but the tears were
not entirely born of sorrow.
Troy attended Brett's funeral, where he sat next to
Julianna, and she cried on his shoulder. A few weeks
after Brett was in the ground, Troy and Julianna began to
date. Some people muttered behind her back, but she
didn't care. She was free to be with the man she truly
loved, a man that she didn't believe would ever harm
anyone.
They were married in a few months time, and their
love was sweet and wonderful, and both of them were
very happy, the happiest that they had ever been. They
remained happy for a long time. Little by little, that love
faded, for reasons that neither of them could identify, at
least at first. Troy then realized that the guilt about Brett
was eating him alive. One night, he came clean with
Julianna, telling her everything. She broke down and
wept. She wouldn't say anything. Troy didn't know what
to do but to go on to bed, since he had to get to work the
next day.
When he woke the next morning, he found his wife,
her neck slit with a scalpel, her blood pooling beneath her
unmoving body. He ran to phone and picked it up, before
he realized that it was pointless. She was gone.
Following her death, Troy left the therapy business,