social investigation

careers for the MC (midheaven) signs
  • *your midheaven sign indicates what your career or "life path" will be and defines your social standing & reputation.
  • Aries MC: seeks self-employment, military, athlete, politics, police force, fire fighter, mechanics, engineering, pilot, architect, medical field
  • Taurus MC: hands-on job, banking, artist, musician, finance, real estate, agriculture, landscaping, business, chef, interior designer
  • Gemini MC: sales, the media, teacher, writer/poet, journalist, artist, musician, interpreter, radio/TV host, fashion designer
  • Cancer MC: teacher, nurse, social worker, artist, pediatrician, counselor, culinary arts, politics, psychologist, historian, architect
  • Leo MC: government, actor, management, film director, CEO, performer, musician, artist, fashion design, teacher, sales
  • Virgo MC: researcher, writer/poet, librarian, farming, healing, teacher, scientist, mathematician, banking, secretary, industrial designer
  • Libra MC: decorator, image consulting, artist, model, entertainment media, judge, counselor, journalist, politics, diplomacy, public policy
  • Scorpio MC: researcher, psychologist, crime investigator, social sciences, police force/military, banker, politician, hypnosis, actor, therapist, lawyer
  • Sagittarius MC: athletics coach, journalist, photographer, filmmaker, actor, writer/poet, pilot, politician, flight attendant, religious positions, teacher
  • Capricorn MC: farming, real estate, accountant, banker, stockbroker, manager, CEO, politician, lawyer, scientist, archeologist
  • Aquarius MC: social work, activist, astronomer, astrologist, photographer, filmmaker, pilot, scientist, engineering, graphic designer, artist
  • Pisces MC: artist, performer, musician, healer, writer/poet, filmmaker, anything spiritual, veterinarian, coast-guard, psychic, medical assistant

anonymous asked:

yamaguchi is the worst shit talker ever. if you don't want tsukishima knowing your secrets, don't tell yams. he doesn't even need it to be confirmed. he gets all sleuth status. "so apparently x did this with y but im not sure yet. im gonna investigate on social media" and then he spends like 5 hours digging thru tweets and finding screenshots of PMs until he finds the truth. he's terrifying and should probably pursue a detective career

The best part is he’s kind of ignored at school so people just talk about stuff and not know he’s listening to everything so he knows all the Karasuno Drama™

~ Mod Han

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Part 2: Nicki Minaj Misdirects Her Anger At Trey Songz

Did Nicki Minaj:

A) Haul ass to the studio & record a diss to try & answer/counter Remy Ma’s ‘Shether’? 


B) Show up at Remy Ma & Papoose’s home with vaseline on her face, her hair tied up & construction Timbs on her feet, ready to fight Remy Ma?

C) Send Trey –NOT the person that just dropped a diss track disrespecting her in various ways imaginable, 2 tweets barkin’ on him about lying on his dick before even conducting a thorough social media investigation & discovering that Trey actually refuted Remy Ma’s bar regarding Nicki and Trey having sex, before making a bigger scary ass of herself?

Ding! Ding! Ding!

C) Nicki went at Trey not at Remy Ma –you know, the person who actually dissed her. #ScaryAss

See below for more highlights/tea from Remy Ma’s ‘Shether’

U said u never f*cked Wayne
How stupid I look B
Get the picture I’ll expose u
I’m kinda ah bully

U claimed u never f*cked Drake
Now that’s where u took me
U f*cked the whole empire
Who tryna be Cookie?

Boogie Down Bronx
I come out of the Boogie
To let u know
Real bitches never lie on their pussy

Stopped talkin’ numbers
U signed a 360 deal
Thru Young Money
Thru Ca$h Money
Thru Republic
Which means your money go through 5 n****s 
Before u touch it
Any videos
Promotion
Come out of your budget
Endorsements
Touring 
Merchandise
They finger f*ck it
U make like 35 cents off of each ducket
I own my masters bitch
Independent
So for every sale I do
U got to do like 10

Talkin’ shit about me to a deaf bitch (Me: Foxy Brown?)
And usually I have sympathy for the impaired
But not when u hard of hearing from untreated gonorrhea

And I got a few words for the moms of young Barbs
Guess who supports a child molester
Nicki Minaj
U paid for your brother’s wedding
That’s hella foul
How u spend money to support a pedophile

Don’t ever in your f*ckin’ life play with me
That’s on the set!

U tried it on the Rae Sremmurd record
U tried it on your little freestyle
They was both duds
Just like every other 1 of your duds
Just like this last 1 was a dud
But what you’re not going to do is keep subbin’ me 

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Dysfunctional Family

Your story unfolds at the dinner table for Daryl Dixon to discover. Afraid he’ll judge you, be scared of you, you don’t want him to find. But it was all too late.


  • Daryl x Reader , Aaron and Eric
  • 1403
  • Warnings: a little cursing

“We invited Daryl over for supper.” Aaron called up the stairs one evening in Alexandria. Night was growing fast, letting you know that the time of year would soon be changing. Even the houses were getting cooler.

At the sound of his name, your heart pounded against your chest. “Daryl? Why for?” You asked. Since the redneck entered your home, you felt yourself slowly fall for him. He was different than the others; shy but loyal. You saw how he took care of his own and how he warmed up to Aaron rather quickly.

“I have something to show him.” Aaron smiled in his words. You raced out of your room and looked over the banister at the man that took you in, gave you a home.

“That junk in the garage?” You asked. It was no secret that Aaron had a fascination with that motorbike that was in the garage. It was here when you three got the house. He had no idea how to fix it up and make it run again, unfortunately, though he mentioned how he wished he could.

“It isn’t junk. Daryl could really use it.” Aaron smiled simply and walked back into the kitchen.

Later that night, there was a knock at the door. Eric politely asked you to grab it as he sat the table best he could with his injury. The whole house smelled delicious, like an Italian restaurant you used to go to before everything turned to shit.

You obeyed and opened the door for the redneck man. You couldn’t believe it was him standing on the front porch. Daryl, the one who never seemed to take a shower or even wash his hands, was looking rather handsome in a long sleeved, tight, black shirt with his vest placed over top of it, jeans that were not ripped at the knee, and his hair didn’t appear to be as greasy as it did that morning.

“Hi.” He grumbled and held out a bottle of wine. “Found it in my fridge.”

You grabbed the bottle from him and smiled. Just as you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him, he was having a hard time taking his eyes off you. That little black dress you had hiding in the closet was finally being put to use and you decided not to pull your hair up today, to feel pretty.

“It’s all ready!” Aaron called from the dining area.

With a smile, you let Daryl inside and shut the door behind him. He snuck a peek at you as he walked off to greet his new friends. You tried to hold down that blush of yours.

“I hope you like spaghetti.” Aaron bit his lip and took a seat across from Eric the moment Daryl took his. “It’s Y/N’s favorite and tonight is her special night.” He beamed over at you. Your cheeks started to burn with fire.

“Awe, baby.” Eric laughed and lovingly tapped your knee. “She hates when we talk about it.” He turned his attention to the guest.

Daryl had a mouthful of noodles. He realized he was included in the conversation and quickly swallowed them down. “’Bout wha?” He asked.

Aaron and Eric shared a look that said a thousand words between the two happy couple. One look that meant they would spill the beans about you and you would end up explaining the situation again, usually slowly, so the guest could understand, as they normally couldn’t wrap their mind around it.

“Y/N here came into our lives on this day.” Eric grinned like any proud father would. All his teeth showing and his eyes squinting at you.

“Wha?” Daryl grunted into his wine glass. He drank half of it in one go and poured himself some more.

Aaron chuckled. “What Eric means is that we adopted her. I know she was a little old and we are still very young, but the story is a long and harsh one but in the end, we are proud parents and we wouldn’t have it any other way.” He shrugged.

Daryl’s look moved to yours, still a little confused about the situation. Just like all the others were. He, of course, knew of the relationship status of the two men. He couldn’t, however, know that the two had spent months looking to adopt a little girl to raise as their own.

“We were denied for several babies.” Eric went on to explain, using his hands for emphasis. “Once or twice, we tried to grab ourselves a toddler and pre-teen. We were either too young or not gay enough.” He laughed. “A few times we had to have a social worker investigate our home to make sure we were actually together.”

Aaron chimed in at this point, leaving his plate to take his wine glass in one hand, using his other to help him with his story. “Finally, we were fed up with it. As one last desperate act, we tried for Y/N here. Of course, we didn’t fully read her file. We knew her name and her age but hardly knew anything else. We agreed on her because we knew that if she didn’t find a family, she’d most likely be on the streets or sent to another home for orphans. Either way, we were so glad when they accepted us.”

You stayed quiet, wanting Daryl to process what he just discovered. You were never embarrassed, or upset, to explain the story again. You grew tired of it, wishing more people would understand so quickly.

But this wasn’t the case for Daryl. He nodded his head and moved his gaze over to you, raising his glass before taking a sip. “I like that story.”

“She brought Eric and I closer together.” Said Aaron. “Our dysfunctional little family.” He chuckled.

You and Eric found yourself laughing along with Daryl chuckling into his glass. He was so cute the way his body shook, wanting to laugh out loud but not comfortable enough to let it out as easily as the rest of you.

Dinner went smoothly after that. You and Daryl were sharing looks back and forth all night, especially after the wine. It was apparent that the man was feeling something for you, though you were cautious around it.

“Oh! You two are going to have so much fun!” Eric beamed at his partner then to  Daryl. “Out on the road… Ugh. Jealous.”

Aaron shot Eric a look that told Eric he messed up, though you and Daryl were a little unsure of what that meant.

“Oh… I am so sorry, darling.” Eric winced a little as he realized what that look meant. He had been so excited, he didn’t think. “I thought you may have already asked him…”

“Ask me what?” Daryl asked, concern in his voice. He was letting loose until now. Now he was drawing back, unsure if he could continue on with the night or not.

“Follow me.” Aaron motioned for Daryl to follow him.

As the two disappeared into the garage, you sighed some.

“Go.” Eric smiled.

“Huh?” You looked over at him.

“I’ll clean the kitchen. Go. You have to find out somehow.” He chuckled and stood up on his own, though he had to hold onto something to limp around.

You wanted to help, but the garage was calling you, waiting on you to be closer with Daryl. So you got up and stood in the doorway, peering into the mess of a room. Bike parts were scattered all around into mismatched piles that Aaron wanted to keep straight.

“I thought you might enjoy it better than I ever could. The garage will always be open. If you can get it up and running… it’s yours.” Aaron dug his hands into his jean pockets and let out a small chuckle. “Y/N wanted it but she has no idea how to drive.”

“Hey.” You huffed from the doorway.

Daryl raises his eyes up to you. His lips are parted as if he wants to say something, but his mind was faster than his words and he dropped it. “Thanks.” He grunted.

“Just promise me one thing.” Aaron looked at the man.

“What?” Daryl watched him closely.

“I consider that girl my daughter. Your second job is to help me watch over her.”

Your cheeks filled with red once more, making you feel like a little girl all over again.

The Midheaven: Your Vocation
  • /// Find your Midheaven (MC) here: http://www.elbertwade.com/atlas.html
  • Aries: Innovation, challenges, fighting for what you believe in, decision making, leading. Careers: Sports, politician, entrepreneur, military, law
  • Taurus: Art, beauty, money, perseverance, having fixed goals, knowing how to get what you want. Careers: Beautician, musician, banker, designer
  • Gemini: Variety, entertainment, communication, having a message to share, dealing with people, being intellectually stimulated. Careers: Writer, journalist, editor, marketing, stand up comedy, advertisement
  • Cancer: Care, nourishment, history, having responsibilities, using their intuitive abilities to help people. Careers: Archaeologist, psychiatrist, musician, social care, kindergarten
  • Leo: Self-expression, entertaining others, beauty, children, luxury, energy. Careers: Actor, director, jewelry, designer, artist, kindergarten
  • Virgo: Details, practicability, health, being down-to-earth, serving people, analyzing, organizing. Careers: Secretary, librarian, technology, critic, accountant, nutritionist
  • Libra: Beauty, art, relationships, dealing with the public, helping people, decision making, law. Career: Lawyer, artist, wedding planner, designer, fashion, decoration, counselor
  • Scorpio: Investigation, social sciences, understanding and studying the human mind, taboos, mysticism. Careers: Pathologist, detective, psychoanalysis, criminology, working at hospitals and asylums, will executor, insurance, sexual therapy, tarot reader.
  • Sagittarius: Learning, teaching, exploring, working abroad, freedom, charisma, having a flair with words. Careers: Salesman, blogger, writer, teacher, spiritual counselors, motivational speakers, photographer
  • Capricorn: Leading, making sure everything goes as planned, starting projects, ambition, order, success, authority, respect. Careers: Positions of power - like CEO, manager, judge, politician, professor, banker.
  • Aquarius: Equality, justice, technology, progress, modernity, freedom, creativity, changing the world. Careers: Activist, astrologer, engineer, social work, politician, chemist, working with computers.
  • Pisces: Transcendence, higher belief and purpose, helping people, psychic abilities, understanding, compassion, servicing. Careers: social work, writer, film making, musician, artist, performer, psychologist

On 17 December, 1992, 15-year-old Jacob Ind went to school and told a friend that he had shot his mother and stepfather dead in the early hours of that morning. He intended to commit suicide after telling his friend about what he had done but never got the chance - his friend immediately went to the principle who called the police. The motivation behind the murders was suffering years of abuse by his parents, a story which Jacob’s brother, Charles, corroborated when called to testify during his trial. His brother had even contacted social services who never investigated his claims. He told how he and his brother had been sexually abused by their stepfather, Kermode, who would drag them into the bathroom and tie them to the toilet as he assaulted them. Their mother knew of the sexual abuse and added to it with emotional abuse - “That’s the one thing I wanted more than anything, was somehow to earn her love. I mean, there’s times she made it absolutely clear that she hated me, basically. And as a child, that is more hurtful than getting hit across the face or getting beaten,” Jacob later said. Jacob was convicted of two counts of first-degree murder but due to his young age, was not eligible for the death penalty. He received life without parole, a sentence that many believe to be far too harsh, and rightfully so.

Important things about Adachi in P4GA

BIG TIME SPOILERS FOR PERSONA 4 AND PERSONA 4 GOLDEN (AND THEIR RESPECTIVE ANIMATIONS) OH NO OH JEEZE

So I only just got around to watching Episode 7 of Persona 4 The Golden Animation, I usually watch them the day of their broadcast, but last Thursday I was rather busy.  There’s one thing in particular I’d like to point out, a specific mistake that the subtitlers at Crunchyroll for P4GA made right at the beginning of ep. 7.  When Marie is mentioning her worries about Yu to Margaret, she mentions his hesitation may have something to do with one of the arcanas (and thus, one of the bonds) he’s obtained.  This one:

This is an incorrect translation, as the arcana she brings up in this scene is not The Fool, but The Jester.

This may seem unimportant but it is actually HUGELY IMPORTANT IN REGARDS TO PERSONA 4’S SYMBOLISM AND THE STORY’S RELATION TO THE TAROT, AS WELL AS ADACHI’S CHARACTER ARC.

For those who are interested, a long-winded explanation is under the cut.  I’m gonna go into detail about some of the deep-rooted themes of the series, so if that interests you (I’m looking at you, hazelxfaerie, clumsyghosthack, pixelizedstratocaster, and helioscentrifuge), I invite you to please read further!

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Chains of Love: Slave Couples in Antebellum South Carolina by Emily West

Historians have traditionally neglected relationships between slave men and women during the antebellum period. In Chains of Love, historian Emily West remedies this situation by investigating the social and cultural history of slave relationships in the very heart of the South. Focusing on South Carolina, West deals directly with the most intimate areas of the slave experience including courtship, love and affection between spouses, the abuse of slave women by white men, and the devastating consequences of forced separations.  [book link]

Where was Hank Summers in latter seasons of Buffy?

What in the world happened to Hank Summers between Season 2 and Season 5 that he would allow 20-year-old Buffy, his own daughter, to drop out of school, take up a minimum-wage job, become the full guardian of his other, teenage daughter (he wouldn’t have realized the true origin of Dawn, having had his memories modified by the monks, too), in order to afford the mortgage on the house their dead mother had bought, and not even come for his ex-wife’s funeral?

How could he have risked an investigation by Social Services that could’ve placed Dawn in foster care, and not intervened? Surely someone, somewhere — from Social Services to Dawn’s school, from the bank issuing the loan to insurance companies — must’ve had a way to contact Hank, to get child support from him on Dawn’s behalf.

The beginning of Season 6 suggested that he sometimes called the house. So…how exactly did he think Buffy was making a living and maintaining a household with Dawn? And it never occurred to him (or to anyone else to ask him) to help support his daughters financially?

(Still not over this after all this time.)

anonymous asked:

Both kinds of detectives. ^^

Original Question: Hey, could you please help me on how to play a real life detective.

Original Answer: I don’t really know what it means to be a real life detective? Are you asking about consulting detectives? Or, simply a detective that works with the police? Both? 

First, there are a lot of different types of detectives. 

  • Police Detective
  • Private Investigator
  • FBI Investigator
  • CIA Investigator

Second, police detectives in large cities often focus on a special area. But sometimes, there are people who do everything.

  • Youth 
  • Homicide
  • Background investigation for Police applicants
  • Robbery/ Property crimes 
  • Sex crimes
  • Terrorism
  • Drugs
  • Cold cases

Third, how to become a detective or a private investigator? I would start by researching in specificity of the setting. Detectives in the UK work way differently than those in the US. Make sure that you narrow down your research on the process of how your character became a detective. Usually, you would want a degree in Criminology and/or Criminal justice.

Fourth, what is it like being a detective?

Fifth, how to come up with a detective character?

Sixth, how to write a detective story?

Finally, I think that it’s crucial not to write your detective as someone super smart and can pick up details like no other. Obviously, because they are in this profession, they might be able to pick up trends and judge people on their behaviour. But, no one is like Sherlock. Sometimes, they will fail, and that will have consequences on their psyche. They might be good at one part of criminology, like petty crimes, but are out of their depths with murders. There are a lot of paper work, so they won’t be investigating all the time. What do they do on their down time is just as important as what they are doing on a case. I think that family and friends are important. Do they live alone? Or, do they have a family to take care of? Sometimes, with a job that has unsettled hours, it can affect their social lives. With private investigators, they might be able to choose their own cases. Mostly, people losing things or a cheating spouse. That might be what the character is doing half the time. That’s all I can think of right now.

Hope that helps!

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Being Human I Procedural AU

When single mother Nina (Sinead Kinkaid) calls the Dublin police after she lost her daughter at the park, inspector Thomas Mc Nair (Michael Socha) is left with a missing child case and not a clue on how to go about it. The case becomes trickier when, the next morning, his partner Harry Yorke (Damien Molony) finds a video on his desk. Six years old Eve has been caught on a video surveillance camera in Warrenpoint, more than 70 miles away.

Mc Nair and Yorke soon realize they’ll have to cooperate with a team from Belfast working on similar disappearance cases. For three years John Mitchell (Aidan Turner) and George Sands (Russell Tovey) have been gathering information on dozens of children reported missing and being caught last on video surveillances all along the Irish border.

As bodies of children are found in macabre staging, a new anonymous tip leads the two teams to investigate a social worker, Alex (Kate Bracken) and her gilfriend Annie (Lenora Crichlow).   

The Myth of the Horrible Trenches

Pictured - German dead in a sunken road.  Trench warfare is by its very nature a morbid affair, but the horrors of the First World War, and in particular the Western Front, have been widely over-exaggerated. 

In the late 1920s a spate of World War One memoirs and novels was unleashed on the reading public. Siegfried Sassoon’s Memories of a Fox-Hunting Man, R.C. Sherriff’s play Journey’s End, Richard Alderton’s Death of a Hero, Erich Maria Remarque’s All Quiet on the Western Front, Robert Grave’s Goodbye to All That, Ernest Hemingway’s A Farewell to Arms.  Between contrasts of style and personal response, the content and theme of most of these trench novels is largely the same - idealism turned to disillusion, the miseries of trench living, the destructive weight of modern firepower, the obscenity of death on a modern battlefield.

These works share another characteristic feature, in that their authors tended to be men who came from sheltered, upper-class backgrounds.  In no way were the war authors and poets representative of the fighting man of World War One.  Indeed, most of them would have been as miserable in the slums of Manchester as they were on the battlefields of France.  The squalor they presented of trenches and dug-outs shocked middle class British readers, all while one-third of the British population lived in horrid slums!  The description’s of these are little better than those of the trenches:

‘Two rooms.  In the lower room the brick floor is in holes.  Fireplace without grate in bottom.  Wooden floor of upper room has large holes admitting numbers of mice.  Roof very defective, the rain falling through on to the bed in wet weather.’


The social investigator R.H. Sherard’s description of his revulsion to Manchester would hardly be out of place in Sassoon’s chilling trench tale:

‘I was entering once again the veritable gloom and disaster of the thing called Armageddon… a dreadful place, a place of horror and desolation which no imagination could have invented.  Also it was a place where a man of strong spirit might know himself utterly powerless’.

Had Robert Graves or Siegfried Sassoon spent four years working in a textile factory, undoubtedly their memoirs would have been little different.  The European laborer did not lack for poison gas either:

‘The chemical men work amid foul odours and in an intense heat - the temperature being as often as high as 120 degrees.  They sweat and toil in an atmosphere charged with biting acids, or deadly gases, or dense with particles of lime.‘

The average Tommy in the trenches was quite possibly better off than he had been at home, even if his public schoolboy subaltern was wrapped in novel misery.  Indeed, most footsoldiers greeted war with a deal of cheerful cynicism.  An excellent parallel is the experience of Robert Graves, the author of I Claudius, and then an officer in the Royal Welch Fusiliers, and Frank Richards, a long-service private in the same regiment.  In contrast to Graves’ gloomy narrative, Richard’s memoirs brim with the typical hardiness of a regular soldier. Even Graves was forced to marvel at the ease with which his subordinates accepted their lot, as when some of them confronted the corpse of a friend.

‘His comrades joke as they push out of the way to get by. ‘Out of the light, you old bastard!  Do you own this bloody trench?’ Or else they shake hands with him familiarly.  ‘Put it there, Billy Boy.’  Of course they’re miners and accustomed to death.’

Not only is the myth of the Great War’s unique horribleness untrue, so is the myth of the ‘Lost Generation’ killed on its battlefields.  Britain lost 702,410 men killed in the war.  512,564 of them died on the Western Front, the theatre that looms largest in the public mind.  Yet this is only 50,000 more than Italy lost during World War One, and yet there was no feeling that Italy was a nation drained of its vitality after the end of the conflict; still less France, who lost 1,327,000 dead, or Germany, who lost more still.

Unlike France, Britain suffered no catastrophic battles on its own soil, and unlike Germany it suffered no harsh economic failure afterwards.  Yet there existed into the 1930s - and to this very day - that World War One had fundamentally crippled the British Empire.  A fitting contrast to this opinion is America after the end of its civil war in 1865.  In proportion to population, America lost more men in its civil war than Britain did in the Great War, yet post-war American history was not characterized by stagnation.  Nor was post-1945 Britain, even though Bomber Command suffered as heavy losses as the British officer corps did between 1914 and 1918.

The writers and poets who emphasized the misery of the trenches failed to understand the underlying causes of the war, many of which undermined their pacifist ideals.  They simplified a complex conflict and its war aims into a brutal and meaningless bloodbath characterized by idiot generals launching pointless offensives.  It made for good reading, but is hardly an accurate way to understand the First World War. In a way, the greatest toll of the war was the physical destruction it caused, psychological after-effects it created in its wake.

[Scholars] are increasingly using ethnographic methods to investigate numerous social issues, including homelessness, gentrification, policing, migration, street vendors, activism, poverty and youth subcultures, among others. In a rapidly globalising world, with exacerbated inequalities between rich and poor, ethnography is ideally suited for unravelling the politics of survival at the micro scale as situated within larger socio-economic processes.
—  Kevin Ward - Researching the City (2014)

RENATA DRAMATATA

The current campaign we’re playing is an evil campaign. Though we’ve played campaigns where some of the players have had evil-aligned characters, the goals were always your fairly usual save the world heroic business. This is the first campaign we’ve played where we’re terrible characters doing terrible thing.

The campaign is that we’re initiates into an assassins’ guild. It’s meant to be a mission-based episodic thing rather than an outright full-blown story (for now? Maybe the DMs have something planned for later). There’s definitely some Assassin’s Creed and Dishonored vibe to it, especially the latter, since it takes place more in a Renaissance-y setting rather than an outright Medieval one. Our missions are supposed to have an investigative, social and stealthy element to it as we scope out our targets rather than just charging in and killing. Which is fairly unusual for a fairly hack and slashy game.

Needless to say, we goofed up pretty bad on our first mission (we were trying to kill a mob moss). Not enough reconnaissance coupled with bad rolls (several 1s came up when making especially important sneak attacks and subsequent attempts to escape). Let’s hope the next one goes better.

Renata is an actress fallen on hard times. Maybe back in the day in some other city she was well-known, but her haughty attitude and desire to live the high life have left her a bit desperate for cash.   Renata is designed to be an infiltrator rather than an outright killer (she’s not going to get her hands and clothes bloody, ew), though still with a sociopathic bent. If assassins are going to kill someone, she may as well get in on the action. Sophisticated dinners and fancy clothes aren’t just gonna buy themselves.

I also wanted to make a vaguely bardy character without actually making a bard. I wanted to focus on magically influencing others through enchantments and fooling others with illusions. I ended up going for the Rakshasa bloodline for Sorcerer, for bonuses to Bluff and bonus mind-reading.