The Secret Garden
|Awareness||00||Firearms||00||High Speech (Kaja)||000|
|Athletics||00||Melee||0||Linguistics (Russian, Slavic Patois)||00|
|Sanctum (+1 Arcane)||00|
Specialty Foci: Correspondence (sensory deprivation tank), Entropy (goggles & white noise)
Unique Foci: none
Resonance: Dynamic (oscillating) 2, Entropic (murderous) 1
Merits: Fast Learner
Flaws: Addiction (alcohol, nicotene)
Attack: Brawl 4/2B, Heavy Pistol 5/5L
Defense: Dodge 5, Soak 2B
Move: Walk: 7 yds, Jog: 15 yds, Run: 29 yds/14 yds
Alastair Lewis was born in Glasgow in the mid-seventies, the middle child of a policeman and a nurse. His recollections of his youth are of an utterly average home life – footy on the common, an orange kitchen and a pale green bathroom suite, Cold War spy novels – punctuated by camping trips to the highlands and islands with his father, brother and uncle.
After receiving a thoroughly average lower middle class upbringing, living in Paisley for most of it, he attended St. Andrews where he took Russian with Slavic studies. By this time he had every intention of pursuing a security career, or one at least on the fringes of the covert world. Immediately after university he joined Strathclyde police, which is responsible for Glasgow.
His background as the son of a serving officer with a decent reputation, as well as his language skills, caught the eye of Strathclyde CID, and he was quickly offered the chance to take the Detective exams. Once a DC he was involved in investigations relating to smuggling, drugs and people trafficking and other serious and organised crime. Unsurprisingly this brought him into close proximity to security investigations, leading before long to an offer to join Strathclyde Special Branch.
After joining Special Branch he initially worked on industrial activism, but lobbied hard for a transfer to Ireland related investigations. He spent two years on secondment to the then-RUC (an assignment he took primarily in order to jump the queue to sergeant), operating out of the MI5 offices at Palace Barracks in Belfast. It was here that he cut his teeth as a case officer in the intelligence business, running agents including Aiden Cavannaugh. Then Kosovo happened, and he couldn’t have loved it more.
The air-war was never going to remain thus; British boots were always going to be all over Kosovo after it. The only real question was how many: just teams of SIS, SAS and other covert forces, or battalions of infantry as well? He spent the duration of the air-campaign learning to speak Serbian with as little Russian diction as possible, as well as a smattering of Albanian, and prepared to deploy for his first real foreign job. Many would follow.
As the game starts, it’s over ten years since Kosovo. He’s been promoted to DS, transferred to the Met, specialised in counter-intelligence, deployed all over the Balkans, Baltics, Caucasus and elsewhere, left the service, and Awakened. What follows is another story…