Obsidian Security Solutions
Roger "Alice" Carlisle
Sociopath with a heart of gold...
Player: The Almighty Bear
Age: 60 (6/12/51)
Brawl (fistfight) ●●●
Firearms (.44 Magnum) ●●●
Combat Marksmanship ●●●●●
Eidetic Memory ●●
Quick Draw ●●
Enemy (New York Mafia)
Morally Ambiguous (-2 to starting Morality)
Initiative: 6 (9 with gun drawn)
Armor: (determined by equipment)
Willpower: 5 (1 spent)
.44 Magnum revolver (4L) Dice Pool: 11
Dual-wielded .44 Magnum revolvers & Rapid Fire (Combat Marksmanship 5) Dice Pool: 38 (4 shots, 1 turn)
Savings: $3.5 million
Investments: OSS ($250,000); OSS Travel Fund ($250,000); OSS off-shore slush fund ($500,000); recurring monthly transfer to a private account ($5,000)
Monthly income: $2000
Rambler in the suburbs
1951 Cadillac DeVille
2000 Chevrolet Conversion Van
Roger Michael Carlisle was born in New Jersey on June 12th, 1951. Raised in a rough neighborhood, Roger learned quickly to adapt to every situation; when to fight and when to cut and run. His father served in the Korean war and nearly died there. The man the returned was a vicious alcoholic, but the one thing he instilled in Roger was a sense of duty… so when Roger turned 17, he lied about his age and joined the Marines. He served in Vietnam from 1968 until 1975 and was among the last to leave the country.
Like a lot of veterans, Roger had a difficult time adjusting to civilian life, left his mother’s home in Jersey and made his way to Las Vegas for the good life. Who knew the good life included working as a bouncer at a seedy strip joint just off the Vegas Strip?
On a hot day in August, somewhere in the late 1970s (Roger could never remember when exactly), Roger got to work to discover a prominent mafia boss and his entourage were enjoying the entertainment. Roger knew some of the guys in the entourage, they were regulars, but their boss had never come before. Not long after dark, a rival gang tried to take the boss out. Roger did his job, remembered his army training, and soon found that he’d saved the mafia boss’ life. Roger’s life was never the same again.
Soon he found he was really living the good life: Gin, women, and the Vegas nightlife. And all he had to do was the occasional odd job for his new best friend, the mob boss. As time passed, the jobs grew more and more morally ambiguous, until Roger opened the paper and discovered an editorial article about him; proclaiming him the mafia’s preeminent hit man. It didn’t even surprise him later that day when his employer ordered him to take out the article’s author; Vegas’ prominent editorialist and Roger’s own off and on girlfriend and the mother of his daughter, Gina Ragner.
The murder of Gina Ragner caused a sensation in Las Vegas. The story had everything that sold papers: Murder, mayhem and the mafia. Until the heat died down, his employer sent him and his little girl to New York to work for his younger brother. Roger didn’t like the man: He was careless, foolish, and thought he was untouchable, everything Roger had come to hate. So Roger did the only thing he could do: He killed his new employer, took ten million dollars from the man’s personal safe and went freelance.
Roger had distant family in St. Paul, Minnesota that he could leave his daughter with, so he worked the Midwest families for a while, leaving the money in a Wells Fargo safety deposit box under the alias A. Carlisle. Roger rarely withdrew, and as his business grew, so did his savings.
In November of 1995, Roger was chasing a mark through downtown Chicago. The mark knew what he was doing; slipping this way and that, but Roger knew his business. The mark turned down a blind alley with a single manhole cover. The mark didn’t even have time to close it behind him, and Roger dropped in feet first just behind him, intent on flattening him… but leapt instead into an ambush.
Roger survived, but only just, and managed to drag himself out of the sewer to the street where someone found him and called 911. When he woke up in the hospital almost three weeks later, he had no memory of who he was: His assailants had taken his ID and credit cards, though they left his wallet. He joked with the hospital staff that they should start calling him Alice because his experience was like stepping into a new world… and the nickname stuck.
Alice spent almost a decade piecing his old life back together, and once he did, he decided he didn’t like what he saw. In 2005, Roger “Alice” Carlisle went off the grid, and while no one has seen or heard from him since, his daughter still receives a monthly envelope containing an untraceable cashier’s check ranging from $1000 to $10,000 dollars.