Corporeal Forces: 2
Strength: 4
Agility: 4
Ethereal Forces: 5
Intelligence: 10
Precision: 10
Celestial Forces: 3
Will: 6
Perception: 6
Vessel: short man/1
Skills: Chemistry/3, Computer Operation/3, Dodge/1,
Driving/1, Electronics/1, Emote/2, Engineering/1,
Fighting/1, Knowledge/3 (Computer Games), Ranged
Weapon (pistol/1, rifle/1), Savoir-Faire/1, Small
Weapon/1 (Knife), Tactics/1, Throwing/1
Songs: Healing (All/2), Shields (All/3)
Attunements: Balseraph of the War
Picking out Rofocale in a crowd is actually fairly
easy: simply think of all your favorite stereotypes of
Baal's troops... and look for the exact opposite.
He'll be the short weedy guy with glasses who looks
like that he'd faint at the sight of his own blood, or
maybe vomit. A less unprepossessing Servitor of the
War one would be hard to find: he barely made it
through basic training, is still notably under par in
his physical development and is no more than average
in his ability to impose his Will upon the universe.
But he is clever - and, like other clever people
without any sort of morality who have found themselves
surrounded by ill-tempered, violent buffoons, Rofocale
has pushed his brains for all that they are worth.
The Balseraph's squad-mates have learned that, when it
comes to really inventive ideas, diversions and object
lessons, it's best to consult him. It's amazing what
one can make out of common supermarket items - and
Rofocale knows just about all of them, including a few
he's come up with himself. He's also fairly useful
when it comes to intelligence operations, as the
Balseraph has the ability to use a computer for
something other than a club. Baal prefers that not
all of his technical experts come from Vapula, after
all.
As a result, Rofocale has managed to define a place in
Baal's service and even prosper there, while suffering
no more than the average amount of persecution, malice
and/or beatings. Providing that he survives, he
should be a shoo-in for eventual promotion to Staff
work - something that he will eagerly embrace - or
perhaps Internal Security. Either would be fine with
him. Until then, he lives on his wits, kisses the
right posteriors and avoids the occasional kick, when
prudent. Unfortunately for his squad-mates, Rofocale
also uses his cleverness to remember every slight and
indignity, which will come as a nasty surprise to them
later on, when he's able to administer payback -
again, provided that he survives.
Aside from his revenge fantasies, Rofocale has only
one hobby: computer strategy games. There's just
something about them that pleases him - and one errant
thought beginning to lurk in the back of his mind is
that having the Word of Strategy Games might be a fine
thing for Baal in general and Rofocale in particular.
After all, the methodologies that they can teach are
often quite acceptable to Hell. Bribe and fight your
way across continents, kill everything in your way,
break treaties whenever you have to, want to and/or
are bored and make sure that your final battles
involve extensive nuclear detonations on civilian
populations. What's not to like about that?
Besides, apart from the aesthetics, there's also the
happy thought that at least some of the kids who play
these things should grow up to have their fingers on
real triggers. With the right oversight, this could
be parlayed into a situation that could pay real
dividends in the War. Rofocale plans to bring this up
with his Prince, when the time is right and he's
gotten a bit farther up the greasy pole of rank.
Presuming, of course, that he survives. Clever will
take someone only so far...
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