<strong>Susan Cochrane</strong><br/><br/><strong>A street doctor in Miami</strong><br/><br/>Muscle               2<br/>Understanding  4<br/>Tenacity            3<br/>Appeal              2<br/>Nimbleness       2<br/>Toughness        2<br/>Senses             3<br/><br/>Skills:<br/>Athletics       1<br/>Boat             1<br/>Brawl            2<br/>Criminal        1<br/>Drive            1<br/>Heal             4<br/>Lore             2<br/>Notice          2<br/>Persuade     2<br/>Scavenge     1<br/>Shoot           2<br/>Survive         1<br/>tech              3<br/>stealth         2<br/><br/><br/>Gear:<br/><br/>A nondescript Ford Focus.  Not battered, not new, blends in very well.  She uses it as a mobile office.<br/><br/>An Ipod, not the newest model.<br/><br/>A tracphone<br/><br/>A basic field surgery kit.  Very basic.<br/><br/>Band aids, bandages, gauze, splints whatever is needed to treat the bruises, contusion, lacerations and roken bones that make up much of her work.<br/><br/>Assorted drugs, many illegal to possess without a prescription.  The hardest painkiller she typically carries is Pentazocine, chosen because it has an additive that makes it less than attractive for addicts to try had get high on.<br/><br/><strong>Weaponry: </strong>A .380 automatic, holstered in the small of her back.  She does have a concealed carry permit.<br/><br/>A Fairbairne-Sykes fightiing knife, a legacy from her English Grandfather's days as a Commando in WWII<br/><br/><br/>A Former US Army Medic medically discharged because in the Western Desert of Iraq, in the ruins of a city, ruins so old they were nothing more than a raised spot in the desert really, so old  nobody knew the name... she saw things, she heard things.  Maybe hallucinations, maybe real.  But regardless of what the shrinks told her, and a natural suspicion of the dramatic license of ghost and monster hunter shows.... she's not ready to dismiss accounts of something weird going on.<br/><br/><br/>Susan is an average size woman with average looks - she is a notch or two above plain -dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, athletic build... and a slight tremor in her hands, an enduring injury caused when she was blown out of a Hummer by a mine.  She was the only survivor.  Brain injury, survivor's guilt, shock, all used in explaining away what she claimed to have seen and heard that night in the desert among those ruins.<br/><br/>She ended up in Miami more or less by chance.  A nurse at the hospital in Germany she was evacuated to suggested that lying on a beach might do her some good.  It did, but drifting into a very illicit medical practice helped her even more.  It was the best she could get, really.  The medical field calls to her, it fills a need in her soul.<br/><br/>Susan is damaged goods, physically and emotionally.  Maybe mentally, but she no longer claims to believe that what happened in the desert was real.  She never laughs at ghost stories, however.<br/><br/>Children like her.  A lot.  When they tell her their fears  about The Thing In The Closet, she listens.<br/><br/>She never laughs at stories about possession, curses, the Evil Eye.  She doesn't overtly encourage such talk from her very poor disenfranchised  patients, but she never ever laughs at them.<br/><br/>The Police know she is a street doctor, of course.  But since she has never accidentally killed a patient, well, they have other things to do.<br/><br/>Rich kids with friends suffering from drug overdose, women seeking late term... well, they know about her too.<br/><br/>Naturally, Organized Crime knows what she is, and uses her from time to time.  She knows many people, powerful people, dangerous people.  Some of whom might even be willing to help her.<br/><br/>If the mood strikes them.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>