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Seamus Archer

2013-03-30T02:17:34Z

98.225.97.51: /* General */

==Character Snapshot==
'''Occupation:''' Antiquarian

'''Drive:''' In the Blood

It's always been this way with me.

I see something unusual; out of the ordinary, and I'm suffused with this desire I cannot even be sure I can put into words. I just know that I find myself...well, "possessed" to acquire it.

I remember when I was 13, when I went into the Ward Bookshop, and found myself in amongst towering bookshelves, the scent of aging, moldering books filling my nose with that peculiar tickle that only an old tome can lend to one's sense of smell. It was there, in that back corner of the shop -- that oh so *peculiar* book. A crumbling leathery cover (was it leather? I rather think it was some exotic creature whose skin was divested from its body. Or...?). Inlaid metallic bindings. Oh, and that creaking when I only barely lifted the cover...!

Old Man Ward found me back there, just...reveling in the book, though I'd yet to even open it. He demanded me to leave the back corner -- "there's nothing for a *boy* like you," he rasped, pointing at me with his cane. Oh, but there was, and meekly walked from the corner to the other side of the bookstore as he rumbled and muttered about the foolishness of youth.

I had to see that book again. Had to; looking back on it, I'm rather surprised at what I did, pushing with all of my might against one of the bookshelves, causing it to topple to the next one, and then another, like great wooden dominoes. I feigned a shriek of pain -- "Oh! Help, I am trapped, please!!"

And as Ward, alarmed, came stomping over to the toppled bookshelves, I snuck from my spot between two bookshelves (themselves threatening to undo my plan by toppling on me), rushed as quiet as possible to that back corner, grasped that book, and made for the door with all haste.

If Old Man Ward ever knew I had taken the book, he never said. He never could -- for as he reached the spot where I supposedly was buried under the shelves, the bookshelves where I had hidden fell on top of him. They said he died immediately.

But I had the book. My first of many curiosities.....

'''Connection to [[Thomas Fell]]:''' Mr. Fell and I share a similar interest in the acquisition of various rare and unique items. I am convinced that he has several things that would help to complete several collections that I am actively working to complete. He suspects the same things of me, I am certain. Do I? That would be telling, wouldn't it?

'''Current Status:''' Alive, Sane

==Pillars of Sanity==
* The depth and exquisiteness of the object d'art.
* Knowledge is the water that can slake the world's thirst.

==Sources of Stability==
* [[Agatha Pickman|Mrs. Agatha Warren Pickman]], philanthropist.
* Rose Kransky, cleaning lady

==Abilities==

===Investigative===
'''Academic:''' Archaeology 2, Art History 4, Cthulhu Mythos 1, History 4, Languages 2 (Toltec, French), Library Use 4, Occult 2

'''Interpersonal:''' Bargain 3, Cop Talk 3, Credit Rating 4, Reassurance 4, Streetwise 1

'''Technical:''' Evidence Collection 2

===General===
Conceal 10, Disguise 10, Filch 15, '''Firearms 2''', '''Fleeing 6''', Health 8, Sanity 7, Stability 8, '''Scuffling 4''', Sense Trouble 3, '''Weapons 2'''

[[Category: Investigators]][[Category: Armitage Inquiry]]

Seamus Archer

2013-03-30T02:16:17Z

98.225.97.51: /* Investigative */

==Character Snapshot==
'''Occupation:''' Antiquarian

'''Drive:''' In the Blood

It's always been this way with me.

I see something unusual; out of the ordinary, and I'm suffused with this desire I cannot even be sure I can put into words. I just know that I find myself...well, "possessed" to acquire it.

I remember when I was 13, when I went into the Ward Bookshop, and found myself in amongst towering bookshelves, the scent of aging, moldering books filling my nose with that peculiar tickle that only an old tome can lend to one's sense of smell. It was there, in that back corner of the shop -- that oh so *peculiar* book. A crumbling leathery cover (was it leather? I rather think it was some exotic creature whose skin was divested from its body. Or...?). Inlaid metallic bindings. Oh, and that creaking when I only barely lifted the cover...!

Old Man Ward found me back there, just...reveling in the book, though I'd yet to even open it. He demanded me to leave the back corner -- "there's nothing for a *boy* like you," he rasped, pointing at me with his cane. Oh, but there was, and meekly walked from the corner to the other side of the bookstore as he rumbled and muttered about the foolishness of youth.

I had to see that book again. Had to; looking back on it, I'm rather surprised at what I did, pushing with all of my might against one of the bookshelves, causing it to topple to the next one, and then another, like great wooden dominoes. I feigned a shriek of pain -- "Oh! Help, I am trapped, please!!"

And as Ward, alarmed, came stomping over to the toppled bookshelves, I snuck from my spot between two bookshelves (themselves threatening to undo my plan by toppling on me), rushed as quiet as possible to that back corner, grasped that book, and made for the door with all haste.

If Old Man Ward ever knew I had taken the book, he never said. He never could -- for as he reached the spot where I supposedly was buried under the shelves, the bookshelves where I had hidden fell on top of him. They said he died immediately.

But I had the book. My first of many curiosities.....

'''Connection to [[Thomas Fell]]:''' Mr. Fell and I share a similar interest in the acquisition of various rare and unique items. I am convinced that he has several things that would help to complete several collections that I am actively working to complete. He suspects the same things of me, I am certain. Do I? That would be telling, wouldn't it?

'''Current Status:''' Alive, Sane

==Pillars of Sanity==
* The depth and exquisiteness of the object d'art.
* Knowledge is the water that can slake the world's thirst.

==Sources of Stability==
* [[Agatha Pickman|Mrs. Agatha Warren Pickman]], philanthropist.
* Rose Kransky, cleaning lady

==Abilities==

===Investigative===
'''Academic:''' Archaeology 2, Art History 4, Cthulhu Mythos 1, History 4, Languages 2 (Toltec, French), Library Use 4, Occult 2

'''Interpersonal:''' Bargain 3, Cop Talk 3, Credit Rating 4, Reassurance 4, Streetwise 1

'''Technical:''' Evidence Collection 2

===General===
Conceal 10, Disguise 10, Filch 15 (12), '''Firearms 2''', '''Fleeing 6''', Health 8, Sanity 7, Stability 8 (6), '''Scuffling 4''', Sense Trouble 3(2), '''Weapons 2'''

[[Category: Investigators]][[Category: Armitage Inquiry]]

Kingsport Yacht Club

2013-03-16T03:37:44Z

98.225.97.51:

The Kingsport Yacht Club is a private men’s club located near the piers of that haunted city of the Miskatonic region. Wealthy patrician males gather here for private conversation, quality liquor, and to retrieve and smoke prized cigars stored in the club’s superb walk-in humidor. Priding itself on exclusivity, the club does not admit women, Jews, ethnics, or non-whites. It espouses no overt ideology, other than the rights of the privileged to sedately enjoy the perquisites of their stations in life.

The Kingsport Yacht Club was founded in 1870 by the shipping magnate Oren Gardiner, patriarch of its leading family. The Gardiners acquired their wealth first as fishermen, then expanded their holdings into a small maritime empire. Oren belonged to the fourth generation of wealthy Gardiners. His grandson Oliver is president emeritus of the club today.

Yacht ownership is a plus but not a prerequisite. Although not a member, Matthew Deveraux may be the best candidate for membership. All he needs to do is find a sponsor within the club and, as long as there's nothing untoward in his background, he should be in. Neither Seamus nor Mariette would be suitable candidates -- putting aside Mariette's gender, neither one is, well, rich enough to join.

Some of the people of Kingport (particularly younger fisherman/dock) have the Innsmouth look. The higher up at the Yacht Club do not. The Gardner family controls most of the fishing and canning and "Fish Gold" used in Innsmouth-like jewelry. They are working with the criminal element to control distribution farther up the coast and keep other fisherman at bay. Gardner has bought out several of the other fisherman but keep the same "company" name. The prosperity of Gardner has grown significantly over the last few years.

Gardner family has had a rash of deaths. All the kids and relatives have "died" mostly at sea or near the sea by the age of 40. Oliver is the only long lived member. Rumors are that they are not dead and the cemetery plots are empty. Orne Gardner was the founding patriarch who is the only survivor of a boating accident in the 1800's. He continued to go back to sea and gradually grew the wealth and prosperity of the family.

Kingsport used to be called Mount Dagon by the natives. The worshipped a god of the sea and had great fishing prosperity.

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