A 25-Victory Veteran Contractor played by Strazhari in Maelstrom Prime
He is 35 years old, lives in Midian (Philadelphia, USA), and often appears as skulking, snaggle-toothed, hooved, meeping monstrosity.
Edgar Stokes lives in Maelstrom Prime, a setting where Contractors learn how special they really are. His journal, Just a pile of garbage..., has 59 entries. His Questionnaire has 43 answers.
3 Alertness
0 Animals
6 Athletics
3 Crafts
4 Culture
4 Drive
0 Firearms
3 Influence
4 Investigation
0 Medicine
6 Melee
2 Occult
5 Performance
0 Science
4 Stealth
4 Survival
0 Technology
3 Thievery
4 Hustler
Latest 3 of 43 answers
Edgar Stokes is a Sanitation Engineer (read: garbage man) who has lived his entire life in & around the glorious city of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. A short, stocky man of mixed English & Polish descent, Edgar has always been haunted by two critical issues:
1) His stature, making him a target of Bullies growing up
2) The fact that girls didn't like him
The first he resolved in brutal fashion, pummeling the bigger kids with wild abandon. In later years this would escalate to bar brawls & rough street fights. While not always on top, no one walked away from a fight with Edgar Stokes unmarked. The second proved more confounding...he wasn't bad looking...was he? He had a quick sense of humor, girls laughed...but that's it. First base? Once. Second & beyond? Not a chance.
Edgar had a good job (Union Job, in fact, never mind the details). He bought a fancy motorcycle (Vincent Black Shadow, & the goddamn thing is more a bitch than any girlfriend he's likely to have)...goes to Biker rallies in his off time...why can't he get chicks?
That question gnawed at him, ate him up inside. Years went by, the same problem remained. Women thought he was funny, sure. Didn't seem to think he was at all bad looking. But then they shied away, almost repulsed. For the life of him, he couldn't figure it out. His useless friends were no help. Edgar threw himself into the things he knew: Fighting, Drinking, Riding, & taking out the trash.
Until one day, clearing out a rat filled alley downtown, he lifted a dumpster lid to find a dead girl in the back. Pretty, half-clothed, not long dead...need to call the cops! But a dark part of him said, "You need to call the cops...later." Victimless crime, right?
He didn't quite follow through...lost his nerve, came to his senses. But he did take a taste.
That is when all his troubles began...