<div align="center"><strong>WORK IN PROGRESS</strong></div><br/><br/><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/>Chestdeep: 30 skill points – cap at superb – 8 refresh<br/><br/><br/><strong>Background – where did you come from?</strong><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/><br/><strong>Phase aspect</strong>: Friends help you move.. Real friends help you move bodies<br/><br/><strong>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 plated 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 litres of champagne.<br/><br/><strong>Phase aspect</strong>: Silver spoon up your ass.<br/><br/><br/><strong>What was your first adventure?</strong><br/><br/><br/><strong>Phase aspect:</strong><br/><br/><br/><strong>Whose path have you crossed?</strong><br/><br/>...<br/><br/><strong>Phase aspect:</strong><strong>Guest starring:</strong><br/><br/><strong>Who else’s path have you crossed?</strong><br/><br/>...<br/><br/><strong>Phase aspec</strong>t:<strong>Guest starring</strong>:<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><br/>