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The First Soap - Introductions

I decided to try a game based in a world that starts out being as close to real as possible, without discounting the possibility that there is something seriously weird going on in the background.

With that in mind, I created my main character, and decided that she lives in an apartment in the centre of a city that bears a close resemblance to Canberra, Australia.

The stats are generated by rolling 4 d6's, discarding the lowest number, and adding the results together.  The maximum possible score is 18 per stat.  These are rolled against a d20 where required, thus allowing for the possibility of failure.

My other main tool is the Mythic Oracle.

Quick note:  I've borrowed the Department of Immigration, ASIO (Australian Security Intelligence Organisation), and the Socialist Alliance from the real world, because I couldn't be bothered inventing my own versions.  If my versions bear any resemblance to the real things, it is purely coincidence.

My main character:

Name:Serena Ward
Age:39
Intro/extro vertIntrovert
Motivation:creation
Job:Works for Department of Immigration

Her stats:

Intelligence15
Brawn14
Perception12
Charm15
Wisdom/Mana10
Dexterity7

The other characters:

NameConnectionIntelligenceBrawnPerceptionCharmMax hit pointsCurrent hit points
Leroy WatsonSocialist Alliance1612121154
Charlotte CooperSocialist Alliance15118121313
Isla GrahamSocialist Alliance9121081515
Joseph PavlouPrivate detective.141014151212
Nadia DuboisSerena's manager151114121515
Raymond RobinsonASIO agent.131416111212
Leroy's handlerUnknown.------

More quick notes:  Leroy and Charlotte are both university students who live on campus.  I don't know anything more about the others as yet.
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