Raymond "Rusty" Parker

An ex-cop turned private investigator


Agility: d6
Smarts: d6
Spirit: d6
Strength: d10
Vigor: d10

Shooting: d8
Fighting: d6
Streetwise: d8
Intimidation: d8
Notice: d6
Driving: d4
Stealth: d4
Spellcasting: d6

Miscellaneous stats:
Pace: 6 (Run die d6)
Charisma: -3
Parry: 6
Toughness: 8

Nerves of Steel
Imp. Nerves of Steel
Liquid Courage
AB: Grifter

Night Terrors (major)
Vengeful (minor)
Habit (minor): Semi-alcoholic

Colt M1911 (Range: 12/24/48, Damage: 2d6+1, RoF: 1, Shots: 7, AP1, Semi-Auto)
Brass knuckles (Damage: Str+d4, An attacker using brass knuckles is considered to be an Unarmed Attacker)
2x Extra pistol magazine
71x .45 ammo
Shoulder holster

Apartment/office (50$ a month)
92 $

5: Luck
10: Elan
15: Vigor d10
20: Fighting D6 + Intimidation D8
25: Attribute: Strength
30: Nerves of Steel
35: Imp. Nerves of Steel
40: Liquid Courage
45: Attribute: Strength
50: Spellcasting d6


Raymond Parker was born to this world in 23th of August, 1880 in Chicago, Illinois. In Chicago he was born, and in Chicago he will die, or at least that’s what he says. Raymond had a fairly normal childhood as the only child of a lower middle class family. His parents tried to put him in to school, but that really wasn’t Raymond’s thing. About the only thing he learned in there was how to read and write. And the school is also the place were he earned his nickname “Rusty”, that he somewhat proudly carries to this very day. Raymond also had a very strong sense of justice as a kid, which manifested itself as a penchant for getting into trouble. These troubles didn’t really bother him though, as he was almost a head taller than the rest of the kids.

When Raymond reached his teenage years, his father had become an alcoholic. A profession Raymond himself would nearly take up on his older days. His father’s alcohol-related issues wouldn’t have bothered Raymond very much, if his old man hadn’t been a mean drunk. When enjoying his time travel juice, Raymond’s father liked to beat his wife, Raymond’s mother. Luckily (or unluckily for some parties involved), shortly after Raymond’s 19th birthday, his old man suffered a fatal accident, where he fell through the window of their third floor apartment. Miraculously, the coroners report states, he would have survived if he hadn’t gotten up while both of his legs were broken in several places, walked back to their apartment on the third floor, and if he hadn’t fallen again, this time through a different window.

Shortly after the accident, young Raymond thought that he had finally found his dream profession. He wanted to become a police officer. So Raymond enlisted himself to a police academy, passed, for everyone’s surprise, with flying colors and became a proud member of the Chicago Police Department in 1902. After a couple of years on the force, things were looking pretty swell. There was a rumor going around that he would be promoted to a detective shortly, he was getting married and they had a baby on the way. A couple years more showed him that this was not the case; he still hadn’t got the promotion and he was in the middle of his first divorce. At last, when he had been on the force for 11 years, he was finally promoted to a detective and assigned, somewhat ironically, to the Vice department. Around this time, Raymond was in the middle of his second divorce. Then, in 1914, when he had just finalized his third and last divorce, the Great War engulfed the world. Like many others, Raymond was drafted to the United States army and sent to Europe to fight against the German Empire and it’s allies. After the end of the war in 1918, Raymond returned to his old job as a vice detective in the CPD. Things seemed to be on the right track for a while. No nagging wives (just three nagging ex-wives) and no war or anything. Then the worst thing in the recorded human history (according to Raymond) happened: The Prohibition. How could anyone in their right mind abandon one of humanity’s oldest friends, alcohol? Raymond, being a vice detective, was in charge of several alcohol-related raids conducted by the CPD. The sight of booze being poured down the drain was heart-rending, especially when Raymond was a borderline alcoholic himself.

Then in 1926, Raymond decided that he had had enough. The Prohibition, corrupted officials and cops that were in Capone’s pocket and a run-in couple of years earlier with an ancient, dark god worshiping cult were the straws that broke the camels back. He resigned from the CPD. Now jobless, and if he didn’t find one quickly, homeless, Raymond decided that he still wanted to do what he was best at, detective work. So he did what nearly every ex-cop tired of Capone or the Irish gangs did, he became a private eye. Being a gumshoe meant that Raymond now had a lot more spare time on his hands, so he decided to take up a hobby, sports betting. While most people bet on something like baseball or boxing, Raymond chose a somewhat shady sport, cockfighting. Also by becoming a PI, he could do all the things he liked doing as a cop, but without the red tape. And he wouldn’t have to pour any booze down the sewer drain.

Raymond "Rusty" Parker

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