The Delvers' Guild
Tsolete "Calque" Mafela
Created using the Spycraft 1.0 core book, Officer Training and South African Military Academy feats from the Soldier/Wheelman Class Guide, page 30.
Background/Department (replaces race in the Spycraft setting)
- Officer Training: +2 Cha/-2 Con, +1 to initiative at 1st, 4th, 8th, etc levels, Profession(Military) as a class skill.
- South African Military Academy: +1 to education checks at levels 1, 4, 8, etc, bonus feat: World Traveler
- Str 11 → +0
- Dex 13 → +1
- Con 9 → -1
- Int 16 → +3
- Wis 11 → +0
- Cha 14 → +2
1st Level Pointman
- Hit Die: 1d10 + Con modifier
- Action Die: 4d4/session
- Starting skill points = (6 + int mod) x 4 = 36 at 1st level, (6 + int mod) per level afterward.
- Armor Proficiencies: Light, Medium
- Weapon Proficiencies: Melee, Handgun, Rifle
- Generous: Can spend action dice to help allies.
- Versatility: +6 class skills at 1st level, +1 more at levels 3, 6, 9, etc
- (background feat) World Traveler: +2 skill bonus and threat range 19-20 for Culture, 1st Aid, and Languages.
- (1st Level bonus feat) Pursuasive: +2 skill bonus and threat range 19-20 for Bluff, Diplomacy, and Intimidate.
- Bluff, Bureaucracy, Craft(carving), Cultures, Diplomacy, First Aid, Intimidate,
Knowledge(History), Knowledge(Tactics), Languages, Move Silently, Profession(Military), Profession(Translator), Sense Motive, Sport(Soccer), Survival, Tumble
- Afrikaans, Arabic, Cantonese, Dutch, English, Japanese, Spanish, Swahili
Until 15 months ago, Tsolete Mafela was a translator and intelligence officer for the South African Secret Service, which he joined after graduating officer training at the S.A. Military Academy. While stationed as a “cultural attache” in Singapore, his quick thinking and knack for languages helped prevent a bombing at the Cricket World Cup, bringing him to the attention of the Agency, who promptly framed him for drug addiction and had him dishonorably discharged from the SASS for dereliction of duty. Then they offered him a job.
Tsolete spent the next year in intensive training, molding him into a field agent for the world’s most secretive espionage organization. While he’d always thought of himself as an analyst rather than a leader, the Agency trained him as a Pointman – a versatile team lead and tactician – alongside the world-class education in spycraft. He grew to enjoy the responsibilities of his new role, taking the codename “Calque”.
His first assignment brought him to Rio De Janeiro, tracking an offshoot Santa Muerte sect committing increasingly bizarre murders in the name of a dark figure they called Our Lady of Pain. It took months to find Óscar, the charismatic madman leading the cult, but only one night for everything to go wrong. Last night.
The operation started without a hitch: Hodgeman took care of the the guards at the entrance, Scope brought the roof patrol down on cue, and a few flashbangs ensured only token resistance once inside the compound. But when the team breached the inner sanctum…
There was skin, everywhere. Stretched and painted, ribbons and braids and long ragged strips of it strung between a scaffolding of bone and scavenged metal, the victim’s bodies piled in stinking heaps, a smell that was more physical force than scent, blood in drying layers underfoot. There was a…doorway? Something at the center of the grotesque design, a gap just large enough for the man with the dripping hands to step through, the whorled tattoos on his back vanishing into the mists beyond. Tsolete dove through the portal just as it closed, his team’s surprised shouts and horrified retching quickly fading behind him.
And now, now he’s here.