Full Name: Sir Edmond Sinclair III

Aliases: “Sinclair,” “Indy”

Calling: Treasure Hunter

Nature: Bravo

Pantheon: Anunnaki

God: Sin

Attributes

Physical		Social		Mental
Strength	••	Charisma	••••	Perception	••••
Dexterity	•••(xx)	Manipulation	•••	Intelligence	•••(x)
Stamina	••	Appearance	••	Wits	••••(xx)

Abilities

Academics	•
Athletics	••
Awareness	••••
Brawl	••
Control (Motorcycle)	••
Empathy	••
Fortitude	••
Integrity	•
Investigation	••
Larceny	•••
Marksmanship	•••
Occult	••
Politics	•
Presence	••
Science (Archaeology)	•••
Stealth	•••
Survival	••

Languages

• English
• German
• Italian
• Akkadian
• Latin

Birthrights

Sinclair’s Lucky Hat	•••	Accesses the Me, Mystery, and Trickery Purviews
Revolver of Destinies	•••	Accesses the Moon Purview, +2 Acc
Adventuring Jacket	•••	Bulletproof, removes fatigue, +1 L Soak, +2 B Soak
Triumph	•	Requires no fuel
Cinematic Firefight	•	Reloads Revolver of Destinies as it’s being shot, 50 round capacity

Weapons

• Revolver of Destinies (Spd 5/Acc +4/Dmg +4L/Rng 20/Dice Pool 10)

Boons

Smoking Mirror	Moon •
Access Official Knowledge	Me •
Figure of Authority	Me ••
Mystery ••
Incorrect Assumptions	Trickery ••

Willpower •••••••

Virtues

Courage	•••
Duty	•
Intellect	••••
Piety	•

Knacks

• Untouchable Opponent
• Cat’s Grace
• Perfect Memory
• Social Chameleon
• Rabbit Reflexes

Combat

• Dodge Pool: 10
• Dodge DV: 6
• Join Battle: 8

Soak

Bashing

2(6)

Lethal

1(4)

Armor

Adventuring Jacket

B4

L3

Legend •••

Legend Points: 6/9

Experience

• Total: 31
• Spent: 26
• Remaining: 5

Visitation

Sinclair spent his early years breezing his way through school, burying himself in history, each time he studied deeper into the past, his mind focused on the epic of Gilgamesh, most specifically the Tablet of Destinies. As his chosen field of study moved into Archaeology his hunt for that one artifact grew. Scoffed by the archaeological community for chasing after “fictional” relics. Clues seemed to come to him without even knowing, picking different pieces from historical pieces of the time until he set out on his own when he had a good idea of where he needed to go and what he needed to look for.

Deep in a Babylonian dig, separated from the group he was working with, he entered what appeared to be a hidden alcove, a thick wall slapping down behind him with a resounding thud. There lying on a pedestal was a tiny piece of what he sought, a small fragment of the Tablet of Destinies. As he picked it up into his hand a bright flash engulfed him, bringing him in front of his father, though it wasn’t quite as he remembered him. Sin spoke to his son of his destiny, of the god’s blood running through his veins, and that he should keep his search going for the rest of the tablet and other tools to help him fight in the coming battles. “You will know them when you find them…” were Sin’s parting words and Sinclair woke up on the floor of the alcove with his revolver in hand, though it seemed to have changed, the piece of the Tablet had melded with it, empowered it.

The gun wasn’t the only gift presented to him though, as he looked around the room, the knowledge of how to get out of his trapped little cavern came instantly as he thought back on his past knowledge. Working his way back out, he hid his new findings from his team and disappeared, returning to his Manor home in Oxford to begin his search anew for the artifacts he’d need.