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Character Sheet: Paul Montoya
A Member of Solo Operator

Paul Montoya
Designation: Hero
Played By: Ren
Kit: Gadgeteer
Wins: 4
Fatalaties: 1
Losses: 3
Solo Operator

Physical Attributes

Strength: Standard (25)
normal human strength

  • Strength Attack Damage: Standard

Agility: Standard (25)
normal human agility

Body: Weak (10)
BELOW normal human endurance - Goes down easy

  • Knocked Out by: 1 unprotected Weak level hit
    or several lesser attacks adding to same.

Mind: Superior (50)
Highly educated and ingenious.

Fight Record

1) Argentum Win
2) ORDER Loss
3) Animals Win
4) The Extra Big Loss
5) The Castle of Light Win
6) Rusty Win
7) Jonas Loss


Background: I still wear the robes of my order, you know. Though all of my brothers have been long since buried and withered away in the soils of holy grounds all over the world, my robes have not gone rotten or mildewed for all this time. I, myself, am in just as good condition as my robes. There is a simple explanation for this, and that is, very simply, because I have been blessed. I think you know who has blessed the likes of a lowly Franciscan such as myself, and I shall delve into this blessing with time. I will tell you this, however - it is because of this blessing that I became witness to many, many things a human being would never hope to see in a single lifetime, things many of which could be considered the most evil acts in existence. I say ‘could’ because some of them never happened, as I was there to stop them. No one knew, but I was there. I walked amongst the most corrupt, and no one ever noticed. I have watched as a man performed an arcane dance of darkness to see into a future that no one deserved to peer into. I have watched an entire room of smiling occultists stand upon chairs, loop nooses around their necks, and step off into death all in perfect synchronicity. I have watched the long-dreaded birth of a dark man who was named ‘Revence’ by his parents but took on a different title after becoming the representative of a concept that consumes all around it. He I dislike particularly, that Quietus. The only being I dislike moreso than he is what he represents - the Void. He attempts to empty the Universe of everything. A world devoid of love, hope, and faith? The Void I truly despise, for nothing else I know of is truly like forcing reality into a state of apathy - a true sin. That is but one of the things I am meant to... I would say fight, but I do not fight. Violence can solve many a problem, though few would be pleased with what would result. Fighting is most certainly not for me. I am an old man, not quite withered and shriveled as most old men are, yet I would not be able to endure much abuse as I have not felt pain in a long time. Much like my Lord and God, I choose to work in more subtle ways, though unlike Him, I choose not to do so as mysteriously as He manages to.

Character Personality
I am here for a reason. I have a mission to fulfill. Even after all this time I do not fully grasp what that mission is, but I am getting a vague notion. I am not here to fight, as you would like to think. I am here to oppose. To prevent. To aid. Let me explain. I have lived many a century, and in those centuries, there have been many heroes. Some do it of their own accord. Others need to be ‘persuaded’ to go in the appropriate direction. That is what my business is. I influence people. You would think they would do it from their own will, as that’s what it comes down to in the end, but it is partially not true. You may recall the story of Joanne d’Arc, a French girl who went out to lead her king’s armies under the impression that angels up high were telling her to do so. I have long suspected that it is not really fact. I think the people that spoke to her were ones, or perhaps even a single one, like me. We move undetected, that way we can secretly spread the seeds of goodness in people through their ears and not their eyes....

Powers and Abilities

always out of sight

The eyes are not the only gateways into the soul, you know. The ears can fulfill the same purpose, as they are just as useful to a person, and just as influential on the mind. But, for the ears to gain their full potential, you must deceive the eyes first, and get the mind to distrust them and rely on the ears instead. A man such as myself cannot go around whispering to people, and expect it to work fully. People find it strange when an old man leans into their ear and tries to tell them to do good things for people who need them. So God has given me the choice to become hidden from whatever eyes are out there - not just human eyes, but eyes that pry into reality, eyes that do not just see light but see the very fabric of existence and all that is wrought unto it.... I can move anywhere freely if I so desire, never seen by any sets of eyes, real or artificial, searching or not. My influence on this place is almost non-existent, except for what I wish to influence in the world around me. Nowadays, I find that the amount of my influence has been steadily rising....


never out of mind

I was a man of the Inquisition once, back in the days when we meant to guide and not punish in the Name of God. I guided many back then, those lost souls and doubting minds who did not believe in the greatness that surrounded them. I still do that to this very day. With the graces God has bestowed upon me, I move unseen, unheard, and unscented when I see fit. As I move, I lean to the ears of some of the people who might just think that they do not matter in the Grand Scheme, and whisper. I whisper words that instill courage and uncommon valor, and give them a mission. Some become unsung heroes. Others find they like the empowerment I provide, and continue with their heroics, sometime becoming idols, other times becoming vigilantes. But, no matter what the rest of their lives turn out to be, it all started with a simple act of bravery. It is a sacred duty that I must perform, spreading a Good Word of a different sort and giving people the ability to go beyond the limitations they set themselves. Normal people are becoming too complacent for their own good, assuming that the champions of worlds are the only ones who can make a truly noticeable difference in the matters greater than they. There was a man once who noticed this. He was struck by the notion that everyone did not have to already be labeled a hero to do something that mattered. So he did something about it, though he went about it the entirely wrong way. He had found his way through his own pain and misfortune, through the loss of his livelihood and the deaths of his wife and children. His name was Watson Taylor, and it is said that he is the man who unwittingly set in motion the gears of a failed Apocalypse. He would’ve made an excellent hero had he not suffered so. There are many who would be just like him, had I not intervened. And there are many who are not, yet they would go on to become heroes anyway. You have known of my influence in present times, I believe. Some gave them names. I cannot recall, but it had something to do with striding, perhaps? They are a product of my whisperings. They were the ones whom did not question the words they heard in their sleep, but accepted them and began to search on their own. They questioned that which did not feel right, and rightfully so. There was always something wrong, and it was their own inaction.


Immunity: Danger Sense

As you see, God protects me well. He has protected me from people who would stand against righteousness, for if he didn’t I would surely be dead. Indeed, I could give you a long list of all those who would kill me if given half-the-chance. Fortunately, no one has come so close for them to even know I exist, and I will therefore never be required to put forth any list of that sort. But there is one in particular that has come close, that one being a wicked entity in and of itself that even holds some sway over God Himself, though nowI realize that works in both ways. I am protected from the Prying Eyes of Fate. Fate, though never intending it, would surely work against me if she saw what I was doing. You see, what Fate knows, other people can know as well. There is an abundance of people who can see through Fate’s Eyes - some are blessed with the Gift of the Sight, some use arcane magicks to pry, some have memories that work in both directions, others merely cannot help themselves and see what they do not want to see. If Fate could see me, then so could those who would possibly want to work against me....


Immunity: Hyper-Senses

I was always traveling when I was a man of the Inquisition. My brothers and I traveled to all sorts of places occupied by all walks of life. I never paid attention to the places that were kept up and always clean, though. I paid more attention to the places that were bathed in mud and squalor instead. The people I found there had a tendency to be infinitely more fascinating and worthy of the Church’s time. One thing those places had in common though, was that they were constantly overrun by beasts and animals. Wild boars, dogs, wolves, mountain cats, and more. They have always been able to sense things much better that we humans have, with a strange intuition and incredible senses of smell and hearing. I could never walk outside with impudence and fearlessness because of those wild creatures, usually ravenous without any real food to find in the villages. Even though I hear humans aren’t the most delectable of beasts, they would eat anything out of lack of anything else, and that instilled fear into my heart whenever I stepped foot outside a monastery or cathedral. I do not worry about that anymore. I could dance and sing joyously and make a mockery of myself inside a cave filled with wolves hungry for any kind of flesh never mind my own, and I would never have to worry. God protects me when I desire protection, not just from sight, but from scent and sound.


Immunity: Environmental Awareness

Animals are not the only ones with the intuition I mentioned earlier, you know. I have seen many with enough wit about them to sense people doing as much as stepping foot a few feet outside their bedchambers. I have always wondered how they did it - how they could not really hear or see people coming, yet still know they were there. I came to me one day that they use neither sight nor sound, but rather feel the footsteps they walk in. It is a strange phenomenon that I have had the pleasure of encountering many times. At one point, I was experimenting with it. I was in America’s Maryland, this city called Baltimore in the year of Our Lord 1838. I would walk around various households, pretending to be a phantasm of days past, and see if I could stir a reaction. I quickly learned that I could stir no reaction, until I bumped into a decorative stand of the home of one Edgar Allen Poe by accident, and knocked over a vase that looked to have much value and even more age. I still have my wits to this day, so even back then I caught it. I had not noticed, but I did stir a reaction that night. My back was turned to the bedchamber, and I did not see the balding man within poke his head out to see what that noise was. When I turned to look, his eyes were lit up like streetlamps and he pointed as his wife looked over his shoulder. I heard him say something in English, and I did not understand what it meant through my own surprise. I know now, though. I was the equivalent of something like ‘Virginia, that vase just fell off the table, stopped in mid-air, and floated back up to its perch.’ He was a fickle man, easily entertained at some points and inconsolable at others, that fellow. It was a pity that I was not around to console him when he needed it.


Immunity: Radar

There are some days where I can feel I must atone. I am regularly entering peoples’ houses without their consent, though I mostly enter with them and never by ‘breaking and entering’ or trespassing through an open window, at least a window that is higher up than I am tall. It leaves me with a feeling of guilt. So I go out, and I repent. I walk for days with nothing but my robes and my wits, usually in a place that is hot and uncomfortable. If find it purifies my soul, and that I find salvation in warm temperatures. Sometimes I find more than I hope for. I was once walking around an area in America’s Nevada called ‘Groom Lake’, sometime in the latter half of the nineteenth century. I was about to sit down to take a rest, when a large van with swirls of bright colors on the side barreled past me. It almost struck me down where I sat, but God protects me not just by hiding me from sight, but by giving me good fortune. The van had something scrawled on the side in large red letters, it read something like ‘ufo hunters’ or something as such. It continued to rush towards some military installment that I had passed about a half-a-kilometer back, when it swerved to the left, fell upon its side, and exploded with a great shower of fire and noise. As I approached to see what had happened and offer my assistance if any was needed, several black vans carrying maintenance personnel arrived, put the fire out, and cleansed the area. There was nothing left by the time I arrived there. They had not known I was there, much like they had not when I had walked past. It was a fairly curious happening, one I will not soon forget....


Immunity: X-Ray Vision

Airports frightened me at first. Places that held massive mechanical birds that would transport people within its belly.... I did not have the pleasure of seeing the Wright Brothers’ first flight, but I did watch as the first commercial airliner was constructed. It was a frightening event to behold, even though I had been keeping track of the time’s events through newspapers and unwitting words of mouth, and had known that is was a long time coming. Though I was terrified upon its innovation, I was not as nearly as alarmed upon its advancement. New safety devices, precautionary institutions, security checkpoints, metal detectors - all of them were introduced to ensure the livelihoods of those who traveled within these ‘commercial flights’. To my chagrin, it is even more advanced here than it was back in Europe, Asia, and America. There are many curious security devices - machinations that open suitcases and check their contents within, people who never go anywhere but instead wander around and randomly apprehend a person holding a well-hidden firearm, even this unusually large screen mounted upon the side of a small hallway that people walk through. People enter this hallway and see nothing, though those viewing the screen upon one of the sides watch as sets of skeletons in transparent clothing walk by in place of normal people, as if they were not being watched at all. It is a strange security measure, but very useful. Out of curiosity, I borrowed one of the firearms off of a member of the security personnel, and went through the tunnel myself. To the vexation of the security manning the area, they assumed that someone was ‘telekinetically’ trying to pass a weapon through the checkpoint. They did not know I was holding it, so they must not have seen me on the screen, just as they could not see me with their eyes.


Immunity: Sonar

I often find myself going to any churches I can find - sometimes to reflect, sometimes to aid with chores, but mostly in an effort to keep myself busy. I was helping at this one particular church just a month ago, easing them of their spring-cleaning duties and such. They needed someone to clean out the cobwebs from their belfry, and as no one else seemed to want to do it I took it upon myself to help. I learned very quickly why they did not want to be up there, and it was because it was infested with bats. Those small creatures of leathery wing and beady eye instilled much fear in them. I set about with much caution in cleaning, as I did not want to learn what happened when they became disturbed. As it turned out, I would learn anyway. Night began to fall, and I was moving quickly to finish before the sun sank below the horizon completely. A loose piece of rotted scaffolding fell, and struck the bell in the chamber. Not only did it pain my ears, but it also disturbed the bats. Down they came like a swarm of blackened autumn leaves caught in a strong wind, screeching madly with surprise and fright. They did not see me, in every sense of the word. I still carry bruises from where many of them flew into my back. I was lucky to have covered my head with my hands, or they might have dazed me into unconsciousness.


Immunity: Thermal Vision

God often relies in flawed human beings to carry out his Word. I have grown to appreciate this more and more over the past centuries, for I am a flawed human being. I am old, and am left with few things that interest me anymore. Though I routinely avoid whatever pleasures some sins present, there are some things that even I cannot resist. I once managed to follow a man into the Fallen Tower - a place of great sin and darkness. A place with many security devices, too - sound, motion, heat, pressure.... He led me to a gateway, through the front gates, through the maze, into the main complex, and all the way to the Fallen Council chamber. I did not go inside, rather I came upon a rich, influential fellow named Marc Dollar, and followed him to his private suite. After averting my eyes while he changed into his silken nightclothes, I began to ‘play with his mind’, as you may call it. In his ear I began to whisper, inspiring fear and paranoia instead of bravery and valor, causing him to call his personal guards many a time. There were many, and I am not immune to touch like I am to sight and smell, but I was safe hiding underneath his bed. Each time they left, I would make louder with my aural assaults, whispers elevating into shouts and eventually screams. They must’ve been the most ghastly screams he had heard in his lifetime, for he left after the guards became fed up with him and asked if he was becoming senile. It was a terrible thing I did, but even monks such as myself must enjoy themselves from time to time.