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Terence Pollard

Misunderstood genius

Terence Pollard

Description

Essence: Pattern

Nature: Rebel

Demeanour: Non-conformist

Attributes: Str 2, Dex 2, Sta 2, Cha 1, Man 2, App 2, Per 4, Int 4, Wit 3

Abilities: Academics (particle physics) 4, Alertness 1, Awareness 1, Computer 3, Crafts 2, Enigmas 3, Etiquette 2, Intimidation 1, Investigation 3, Leadership 1, Science (particle physics) 5, Subterfuge 1, Technology (large devices) 4

Backgrounds: Avatar 3, Mentor 3, Node 1

Spheres: Correspondence 1, Entropy 1, Forces 1, Matter 1, Prime 2, Time 2

Arete: 3

Willpower: 5

Resonance: Static (formulaic) 1

Quintessence: 4

Paradox: 5

Merits: Circumspect Avatar

Flaws: Bard’s Tongue, Crucial Component, Dark Secret, Short Fuse

Initiative: 6

Attack: Brawl 3/2B

Defense: Dodge 3, Soak 2B

Move: Walk: 7 yds, Jog: 15 yds, Run: 29 yds/14 yds

Bio

Prelude Information

You are a scientific genius, lauded by your peers as the next Feynman, Bohr or Hawking. You were the winner of the 2007 W.K.H. Panofsky Prize in Experimental Particle Physics, awarded for your work in imaging superstring material in the lab. The prize was presented to you by none other than Michio Kaku, co-founder of string field theory and a personal hero of yours. More precious than the prize (and the accompanying $10,000 paycheck) however, was the notebook that Kaku gave you as a personal memento of your achievements. Last owned by none other than Ernst Schrodinger, the notebook was reputedly in the legendary physicist’s hands when he died from tuberculosis in Vienna in 1961.

Within a year, however, all that was lost to you.

A series of leaps of logic led you to the conclusion that the separation between the quantum world and the larger world of the observer was not as clear-cut as was generally believed. Believing that you stood on the brink of the unification of quantum theory and general relativity, you rushed to present your findings to your colleagues with a live demonstration of your theories.

p.The demonstration went horribly wrong. There were deaths and you were all but hounded out of your post. In the end, you left academia before you were pushed, and took up the further development of your theories as a solitary pursuit. You were stripped of your prize (and the money) and the title was awarded to those second-rate hacks Winstein, Wahl and Mannelli. And somewhere along the line, you left your family as well.

Now you have been strangely drawn to Manchester, where Rutherford, Geiger and Marsden carried out their revolutionary work on the nature of the atom and its nucleus. Somehow you feel that you are on the brink of a similar discovery, although lecturing to the fringes of academe in this grimy city, you could be forgiven for believing otherwise…