He had it, man! He fucking had it!
Nick Flamel woke up one day knowing nothing but his name, the nature of the occult underground, and that he had found and lost the Philosopher’s Stone. Naturally, this was a source of considerable frustration for poor Nick. He didn’t understand exactly what having the Philosopher’s Stone had entailed, save that it was the singular most beautiful, intoxicating and addicting period of his entire life. Also, he’s slowly starting to realize that when he had it, he must have had it for nearly six hundred years.
For Nick Flamel is, quite possibly, the Nicholas Flamel of alchemical legend. The man said to have discovered the secret of the Philosopher’s Stone. This actually wasn’t too difficult for Nick to find out: when you’ve been turned into a plot point in the Harry Potter series, you tend to take notice.
Now Nick Flamel is in a frightening situation. He’s got the shakes bad, first off. He had or quite possibly was the stone for so long that it’s a miracle he’s still alive. Secondly, he wants The Stone back bad, and he woke up knowing next to nothing about alchemy, so despite his grand potential he’s going to have to work to get it. And if that wasn’t bad enough, there seems to be an endless supply of crazed men in golden robes with alchemical sigils carved into their flesh who want to stop him.
Name: Nicholas Flamel
Personality: As cynical as humanly possible. The last person life screwed over as badly as it did Nick was Alex Abel, and Nick will be the first person to point out that unlike Alex, he doesn’t have a vast fortune and incredible resources to console him. All he has are his (very considerable, admittedly, he DID discover the Philosopher’s Stone, afterall) wits, and a long road ahead of him.
Obsession: The Philosopher’s Stone. He wants it back, and he’ll do anything to get it.
Wound Points: 45
Rage: Fate, Life, The Universe, whatever term you want for The Powers That Be. Chances are if Nick met the Comte, he’d probably punch him in the face.
Fear: Death (helplessness). He can’t die without finding the stone again. It would be too cruel. He can’t…
Noble: Fighting the establishment. Having been kicked around by forces much bigger than himself as much as he has been, he can’t help but sympathize.
Body: 45 (strung-out)
Struggle (15%) General Athletics (15%) Resist Poison (45%)
Speed: 50 (twitchy)
Drive (15%) Dodge (20%) Initiative (20%) Firearms (40%)
Mind: 85 (brilliant)
General Education (15%) The Occult (60%) Conceal (25%) Notice (25%) Chemistry (30%)
Soul: 80 (hints of former greatness)
Charm (25%) Lie (25%) Narco-Alchemy(35%) Hunches (25%)
Violence: 1h/2f
Unnatural: 4h/1f
Helplessness: 8h/3f
Isolation: 1h/0f
Self: 1h/2f
Possessions: A tec-9, a drug lab, and enough peyote to knock down a Brontosaurus.
I got as far as the personality write-up before I just couldn’t keep myself from laughing anymore. This is freaking GENIUS! Consider this guy stolen for my next campaign.
Toasty!
But but… what’s the secret BEHIND the dude? Who are the men in the robes? Sure, we could make it up ourselves, but c’mon. C’mon.
Probably a cabal of somewhat deranged old-school alchemists and/or narquies who actually think this guy is (was) the real Nicholas Flamel. They just want to get their hands on recipe for the Philosopher’s Stone, whether or not poor Nick ever had it in the first place.
The possibilities with this guy are endless, for example: I heard a rumour that several guys around the country have woken up thinking that they are nick flamel and that they had the stone and must devote their lives to getting it back. A cabal of personomancers who want the stone had this bright idea for getting someone else to do all the legwork…