Frederick Goodman does not have a home Playgroup. They cannot interact with Contractors on their Downtimes. They must choose a Playgroup before their fourth Contract.
A Newbie Contractor played by WintrFate as a Free Agent
Died actaully being a Hero.
He is 21 years old, lives in LA, California, and often appears as A younger buff-as-fuck white male, black short hair, glasses, gloves, brown pullover with a white dress shirt underneath, black pants and boots.
2 Alertness
0 Animals
2 Athletics
0 Crafts
2 Culture
2 Drive
0 Firearms
0 Influence
2 Investigation
0 Medicine
0 Melee
2 Occult
0 Performance
0 Science
0 Stealth
0 Survival
0 Technology
0 Thievery
3 Super-ficiality
4 Superhero-ism
Circumstances describe your situation.
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When I was 18 I was in a deadly car crash. But... let's take it back a step. When I was a young lad, I was entranced by these epic tales of super humans who can move at the speed of light, climb walls, shoot laser beams out of their eyes. Think about how fuckin' cool that is. Shoot whole ass beams out of your eyes that melt and kill people. So cool. Anyway, I was a star football player. Best on the team. No one could ever stop me. I was the fastest and the strongest. Until I was playing for my high school senior year. I was 18. Young and dumb as usual teenagers are in Los Angeles. It was the night after a football game. We had just won our last playoff game before finals. We were going out to celebrate in my old 2009 Chevy Impala. And admittedly we were drinking a little. Okay, A lot, but I wasn't driving. My buddy Eric was. And this idiot took a wrong turn and didn't realize there was a red light and BOOM. What happened from there is still a haze for me. One moment I'm feeling fine, having a great time with my buds. The next? Three dead one alive in critical condition. The one in critical condition? Me. Apparently some of the glass impenetrate my heart and it was gushing blood and I needed a donor. Fast. So they did what great doctors do and replaced it. The only suitable donor was someone who apparently went through some experiments and was a literal super-soldier for the U.S Government. How they let him donate his heart to a random civilian? I have no clue but it happened. After the operation, I was greeted by this weird dream of a man telling me to take jobs to increase my power or something...? I can't remember that much of it. But when I awoke everything felt fine and normal and I was back to running on the field but there was always that weird dream in the back of my mind...