<strong>Dresden Files Character Sheet</strong><br/><br/>Name: Mica Corazon               Player: Imogen<br/>Template: none               High Concept:<br/>Musts : none                  Trouble: Wrong Place Wrong Time<br/><br/>Chest – deep: 30 skill points – cap at superb – 8 refresh<br/><br/><br/>Background – where did you come from?<br/><br/>Sun Tours Hostess Lesley Winters met landscape painter and womanizer Juan Corazon on the Isla Margarita in the summer of 1988. It was love at first sight and after a stormy courtship, Juan packed his belongings, moved to the USA and married Lesley Winters in 1989. One year and five interstate moves later their daughter Mica was born.<br/><br/>Even though her presence did not stop Juan and Lesley from travelling, Mica has always known she was a welcome and wanted child. She prospered under the constant influx of new impressions and one of her fondest memories is of her parents, gently nudging her awake in the car to see the sun rise over the Grand Canyon.<br/><br/>Her father painted and when Mica was old enough, her mother organized guided tours where she would tell stories of the area and its history to interested tourists.  Her childhood was filled with wonder, beauty and excitement. She met many interesting and colorful people on her travels, but as they never stayed long most of those friendships withered. For that reason, Mica is very loyal and protective of the friends that stayed and keeps in touch with them all the time.<br/><br/>At times, she would drive her parents crazy with the amounts of emails, text-messages and phone calls that kept their child busy, especially when one of the friends was in trouble, the contacts intensified and once they drove ten hours to check up on one of Mica’s friends who had landed in jail on erroneous charges.<br/><strong><br/>Phase aspect: Friends help you move.. Real friends help you move bodies<br/><br/>Rising Conflict: what shaped you?</strong><br/><br/>In every childhood there comes a time when that dreaded step has to be taken: education. For Mica, it was all the worse because it meant staying in one place rather than being on the move constantly. The same view every day, the same people. Eventually, that all became normal and the travelling was but a fond memory, a constant pull she became used to.<br/><br/>But where Mica could get used to living in one place, she had more trouble with the rigid schedule of sleep – school – eat – whatever – sleep. The endless repetition of those days bored her and she found it hard to concentrate in the classroom despite her natural curiosity.<br/><br/>What made matters worse was that she did not fit in. In her shorts and flip flops, she was an anomaly amongst the pleated skirts and starch white blouses of the other girls. Often, they would make fun of Mica’s obvious lack of wealth and limited wardrobe. Behind her back, they called her “that gypsy” and of course word came back to Mica.<br/><br/>It was her mother who helped Mica through this stage. Exploiting her social skills and the smooth talking expertise her daughter would later perfect, Lesley Corazon arranged for several hours per week devoted to history of the USA. Her lessons, mingled with stories and Juan’s paintings quickly became favorites and Mica’s star rose.<br/><br/>Still, money was tight and often Mica had to decline invitations that required an entrance fee. Her parents refused to simply fork over cash for partying, and advised her to find a job or use her god given talents to get the necessary dough.<br/><br/>It was easier said than done. Her pretty face got her jobs as easy as that, but Mica couldn’t last in any. She tried burger flopping, delivering newspapers and waiting on tables, but none lasted. It almost took more willpower than she could muster, but in the end, she did earn the money and paid the entrance fee.<br/><br/>The party proved an absolute disaster. Stuck up snobs sipped champagne, looking down their noses at Mica and several of her classmates. Alcohol loosened tongues and insults flew back and forth. When words turned into blows, Mica snatched a pair of car keys from a side table, opened a back window and crawled out, tucking a bottle of pink champagne under each arm and one in each hand. She fled the premises, but not after filling the gas tank of the Aston Martin parked in the drive way with four liters of champagne.<br/><br/><strong>Phase aspect: Shove that silver spoon up your ass.<br/><br/>What was your first adventure?</strong><br/><br/>“A whore?” Mica’s dark eyebrow shot up. “I come to you for advice and you’re telling me to become a whore?” Her voice rose in righteous anger.<br/><br/>“It’s called ‘escort’.” Derek defended the suggestion.<br/><br/>“That’s the same thing!”<br/><br/>“No, it isn’t.” Derek sounded impatient. “You’re not standing in the street looking for customers. The agency will call<i>you</i>.”<br/><br/>“But…”<br/><br/>“Mica, you’ll be wined and dined at their expense before anything happens. IF anything happens, that’s up to you and them. The agency won’t demand it… but it pays well.”<br/><br/>“I hate those rich, good-for-nothing assholes.” Mica sulked.<br/><br/>“So what? They’ll be paying your bills? How’s that for justice? Come on… Would you rather ask ‘do you want fries with that” every hour, every day?” Derek could sell ice to an Eskimo when people let him get steam, but she had to admit he was making sense. A job like this would solve a lot of her problems. For one, it’d mean she wouldn’t have to ask mom and dad for support, something she dreaded doing.<br/><br/>“Gracie Dawns applied…” Derek baited her; the enmity between the two girls was well known.<br/><br/>“And?”<br/><br/>Derek shook his head. “She didn’t make it. They’re looking for girls who can hold a conversation, who can bring something new to the table. A dime a dozen beauty looking for attention isn’t their cup of tea.” He looked her over appraisingly. “You<i>would</i>be.”<br/><br/>“What’s in it for you?”<br/><br/>“What?!”<br/><br/>“You heard me.”<br/><br/>“Why would…”<br/><br/>She gave him a long, hard look. “Because I<i>know</i>you. You’re not telling me this because it’s the best job in the world or because I’m your special dearest friend. Spill it.”<br/><br/>He sighed. “Three.”<br/><br/>“Three what?”<br/><br/>“Grand.”<br/><br/>Mica whistled. “Three grand… That’d make fifteen hundred for each of us.”<br/><br/>“Hey!”<br/><br/>“What?”<br/><br/>Derek cracked a grin. “Just because it’s you, I’ll give you five hundred but that’s it, Mica. I have my expenses too, you know.”<br/><br/>She snorted. Derek was the kind of guy who’d always got what he wanted. Before you knew it, he’d talked it right out of your hands and when you saw him coming, it was best to lock the door and refuse to answer. Perhaps that was why they got along so well. It took one to know one, after all.<br/><br/>A few weeks later, she had to admit that Derek had been right.<br/><br/>The agency catered to rich clientele that insisted on high class company, capable of entertaining with charming and clever conversation. They took her to luxurious restaurants and had her sample exquisite wines. She visited posh clubs and private parties, where her partners took visible pleasure in showing her off to friends or business relations.<br/><br/>After that came the part she enjoyed the most. When the time came that they would drive her to their homes or hotel suite, their expectations grew and often they become bold in their touch. Desire rose and they wanted more than talk to this beauty at their side. Usually she was able to fend them off, while leading them on. A smile and a fingertip placed to their lips usually helped to hold their avances until the doors closed behind them.<br/><br/>She’d suggest drinks for two and, gentlemen as they pretended to be, was rarely refused. Slipping the tranquilizers in their glass was easy, and she watched them as the drugs took them to dreamland. Sometimes she just took money, or a small token of ‘affection’, little valuables that no one would really miss. Other times, when the man had been exceptionally rich and behaved accordingly, she checked out the security system and made a print of his keys with the bedding of special play’doh hidden in her compact powder box. These men received an extra visit, several days later and lost more than a few hundred dollars in cash. She often took items from collections, preferably those that the owner wouldn’t miss at first, and that would sell well on the black market. Sometimes, she took greater risks and stole a significant amount, but those occasions were rare.<br/><br/>With no sign of forced entry, no alarms sounded and no clear indication of when the theft had occurred, neither the client nor the police had anything to go on. It was suggest that the item had been misplaced, or had been missing all along?<br/><br/>All had gone exceptionally well… until she met Marten Saunders. It would be her tenth client, and the agency had arranged something special. Saunders wasn’t one of the regulars, but a security check had made him known to be filthy rich and a connoisseur of beautiful women. When he requested company for one evening, Mica was the lucky one.<br/><br/>It was hate at first sight.<br/><br/>Marten Saunders was everything she despised. Born rich, his education bought and paid for, and not a single day honest work in his life, he was the exact opposite of Mica. He bragged about his success with woman and acted like a common jerk to the restaurant staff. When he finally took her his mansion, Mica couldn’t wait to slip the drugs into his drink.<br/><br/>She returned for her second visit later that week. Saunders had gone out, and as far as Mica knew he wouldn’t be home till well after midnight. Gaining access with the duplicate keys and turning off the alarm system, she stalked through the mansion, already knowing the route to the rooms where Saunders kept his valuables. This time, she barely looked at what she was taking. Several items were shoved in a small back bag, and within five minutes she’d been in and out.<br/><br/>At home, she closed the windows and turned on the lights. She poured herself a glass of wine, sat down on the couch and upturned the small bag upon the coffee table.<br/><br/>And there it was… Amidst a dozen of small curios and jewelry lay a small white ball… Mica wasn’t sure what it was, it had the glow of mother of pearl but the texture of matted crystal. When she took it from the pile, if fitted warm and smooth into her palm. She closed her fingers around it, simply enjoying the feel and smoothness when it hit.<br/><br/>Her vision blurred and a surge of heat trekked trough her arm, spreading throughout her body. Her head snapped back and her eyes widened. Liquid fire poured through her brain, followed by a wave of hot-cold that left her trembling and weak. Her mind felt as if it had been kicked numb, split apart and roughly stitched back together.<br/><br/>The feeling faded. The small ball dropped from her hand and rolled onto the table.<br/><br/>Hours passed before Mica could bring herself to touching it again.<br/><br/>This time, the sensation was more pleasant, familiar - almost like coming home.<br/><br/><strong>Phase Aspect: Perks of the Trade </strong><br/><br/><strong>Whose path have you crossed?</strong><br/><br/><br/><br/>Phase aspect:                  Guest starring:<br/><br/><strong>Who else’s path have you crossed?</strong><br/><br/><br/>Phase aspect:                  Guest starring:<br/><br/><strong>Skills</strong>: 30 points<br/><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Burglary</td><td>superb</td><td>5 points</td></tr><tr><td>Deceit</td><td>superb</td><td>5 points</td></tr><tr><td>Stealth   </td><td>great</td><td>4 points</td></tr><tr><td>Investigation   </td><td>great   </td><td>4 points</td></tr><tr><td>Athletics</td><td> good</td><td>3 points</td></tr><tr><td>Resources</td><td>good</td><td>3 points</td></tr><tr><td>Presence</td><td>fair</td><td>2 points</td></tr><tr><td>Rapport</td><td> fair   </td><td>2 points</td></tr><tr><td>Contacts</td><td>average</td><td>1 point</td></tr><tr><td>Driving    </td><td>average</td><td>1 point</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><strong>Stunts</strong>:<br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Demonic co-pilot</td><td>1 point</td></tr><tr><td>Object of power</td><td>- 2 points</td></tr><tr><td>- Glamour   </td><td> 2 points</td></tr><tr><td>- Cloak of Shadows   </td><td> 1 point   </td></tr><tr><td>Honest Lies   </td><td>1 point</td></tr><tr><td>Sex Appeal   </td><td>1 point</td></tr><tr><td>Best Foot Forward   </td><td>1 point</td></tr><tr><td>Wizard’s Sight      </td><td>1 point</td></tr></tbody></table>