Marc Miller's Traveller Character Sheet

Marquis Marcus Crestworthy

(Mike Greene)

UPP	Str	Dex	End	Int	Edu	Soc
Base	5	9	5	6	E	D
Current

Weight	Height	Race (Variety)	Birthdate	Apparent Age (Actual Age)	Sex	Current Career	Rank / Title
		human	224-1074	51	M	Noble	Marquis

Homeworld

System	Subsector	Sector	UWP
Pallique	Mora	Spinward Marches	A511965-E

Starport	Size	Atmos	Hydro	Population	Law Level	Tech Level
A	Medium	Vacuum	Dry	High	Moderate	High Stellar

Difficulty Codes

Rating	Dice Code	Rating	Dice Code	Rating	Dice Code
Easy	Auto / 2D	Difficult	4D	Staggering	6D
Average	3D	Formidable	5D	Impossible	7D
Spectacular Failure:	three 6's	Spectacular Success:	Target No. = Skill level + Dice Code
Target Number formula	regular: JoT:	Attr + 3 x Lvl Attr + Lvl	AT roll: Formidable, AT, Int (safe)

Space and Related Skills

Skill	Lvl	Attr	TN	AT	:	Skill	Lvl	Attr	TN	AT
Astrogation	2	int edu	12 20			Engineering	1	int edu	9 17	I
*Computer*	3	int edu	15 23			Vaccsuit	1	dex	12	I

Other Vehicle Skills

Skill	Lvl	Attr	TN	AT	:	Skill	Lvl	Attr	TN	AT
Equestrian		dex soc	9 13			*Ground Craft*	1	dex edu	12 17
*Gravcraft*	1	dex	12			Watercraft		dex end	9 5

Social Skills

Skill	Lvl	Attr	TN	Skill	Lvl	Attr	TN
Administration	6	edu soc	32 32	*Gambling*	1	int soc	9 16
Bribery		int soc	6 13	*Intimidation*	1	str end	8 8
Carousing		soc	13	Language, [ ]	1	int edu	9 17
*Diplomacy*	3	soc	22	*Streetwise*	1	end int	8 9
Fast Talk		int edu	6 14

Academic Skills

Skill	Lvl	Attr	TN	AT	Skill	Lvl	Attr	TN
Acting		int soc	6 13		Music		dex int	9 6
Art		int soc	6 13		Parapsychology	8	edu	38
Craftsman		dex edu	9 14		Philosophy		int edu	6 14
Dance		dex soc	9 13		Psionicology	3	edu	23
Forensics	2	int edu	12 20		Psychology		int edu	6 14
*Instruction*	2	int edu	12 20	I	*Research*	4	edu	26
Law	1	edu	17		Writing		int edu	6 14
Archaeology	1	int edu	9 17

Miscellaneous Skills

Skill	Lvl	Attr	TN	Skill	Lvl	Attr	TN
Athletics		str dex end	5 9 5	Intrusion		dex int	9 6
*Broker*	1	int edu	9 17	*Investigation*	0	int	6
Disguise		int	6	Navigation		int edu	6 14
*First Aid*	1	int edu	9 17	Perception		int edu	6 14
Forgery		dex int	9 6	Trader		int soc	6 13
Interrogation		end int	5 6	Publishing	2	int edu	12 20

Jack of Trades

Skill	str	dex	end	int	edu	soc
1	6	10	6	7	15	14

Military Skills

Skill	Lvl	Attr	TN	Skill	Lvl	Attr	TN
Camouflage		int	5	Stealth		dex	9
*Leadership*	3	end soc	14 22	Survival		end	5
Recon		end int	5 6	*Tactics*	1	int edu	9 17

Weapon and Fighting Skills

Skill	Lvl	Attr	TN	Skill	Lvl	Attr	TN
Bow Combat		dex	9	Pistol		dex	9
Brawling		str dex	5 9	Rifle		dex	9
Environment Combat		dex int	9 6	Short Blade		dex	9
Fencing	1	dex soc	12 16	Shotgun		dex	9
Heavy Weapons		str dex	5 9	SMG		dex	9
*Long Blade*	1	str dex	8 12	*Throwing*	1	str dex	8 12
*Melee Combat*	1	str dex	8 12

Psionics

Psi Strength	Psionics Test		Training
Psi Strength	Date	Location	Start	End	Location(s)
9

Discipline	Lvl	TN	AT	:	Discipline	Lvl	TN	AT
Awareness	1				Telepathy	1

Weapons and Armor

Weapon / Armor	TL	Mass	Range	Shots	Damage

Possessions

Cash on person	Cash balance	Monthly Upkeep	Monthly Income	TAS member since
				--

no.	Position	Base salary	Skill	Multiplier		adjust	Actual salary
no.	Position	Base salary	Skill	skill	no.	adjust	Actual salary
1					1
2					1/2
3					1/3
4					1/4
Total:

Other Possessions

Career(s)

Career	Branch	Terms	Final Rank or Position	Reason for Leaving	Pension	Discharge Date	Discharge World
				Retired Leave Service Refused Re-Enlistment Medical Discharge Dishonorable Discharge (why)

Awards and Decorations			Special Assignments
SEH	Purple Heart

History

Years	Dates	Activity
4	1092 - 1095	College, NOTC, BS Forensics
4	1096 - 1099	Navy, O1 - O2, Wounded, Purple Heart and SEH
2	1100 - 1101	Grad School, MS Psychology (Hon.)
2	1102 - 1103	Grad School, PhD Psychology (Hon.)
3	1104 - 1106	Medical School, flunked out
4	1107 - 1110	Scholar, Parapsychology
4	1111 - 1114	Scholar, Parapsychology, SOC+1 (to Baron), ship
4	1115 - 1118	Noble, SOC+1 (to Marquis)

Background Links

T4-Style Career

Common and Background Skills

Common
Background

Academic Record

Education	Where	Admission	Years	Graduate	Skills
College Graduate School Naval Academy Military Academy Merchant Academy Medical School Flight School (with OTC) (with NOTC)		Accept Reject	4 (????-????)	Yes BS Major MS Major PhD Major (Hon) No (? years)

[Service] : Term One

Age	Years	Rank(s)	Decoration(s)	Skills	Notes
18 - 21

[Service] : Term Two

Age	Years	Rank(s)	Decoration(s)	Skills	Notes
22 - 25

[Service] : Term Three

Age	Years	Rank(s)	Decoration(s)	Skills	Notes
26 - 29

[Service] : Term Four

Age	Years	Rank(s)	Decoration(s)	Skills	Notes
30 - 33

[Service] : Term Five

Age	Years	Rank(s)	Decoration(s)	Skills	Notes
34 - 37					Aging at 35

[Service] : Term Six

Age	Years	Rank(s)	Decoration(s)	Skills	Notes
38 - 41					Aging at 40

[Service] : Term Seven

Age	Years	Rank(s)	Decoration(s)	Skills	Notes
42 - 45					Aging at 45

[Service] : Term Eight

Age	Years	Rank(s)	Decoration(s)	Skills	Notes
46 - 49

[Service] : Mustering Out

Reason for Leaving	Retired Leave Service Refused Re-Enlistment Medical Discharge Dishonorable Discharge (why)
Benefits

Background Notes

The Starburst for Enduring Heck

The site for the event that lead to my SEH was in Foreven sector (which we used to call Yonder before the Imperium renamed it recently).

    I was never told what system it was. "Spooks" ran the bridge whenever the ship jumped, and armed guards in battledress kept everyone else from there. Whenever I accessed the ship's computer in the course of my duties, it was always with a spook looking over my shoulder the whole time. I know we didn't take a direct route there, because I would guess we jumped enough to cover at least 40 parsecs, but I could tell that some of the brighter stars from Darrian and Five Sisters were not that far away -- and from their positions I guessed we were somewhere in Foreven.
    I was told that we were on a routine survey of the inner worlds, and to report on anything unusual. We did the survey and found nothing unusual.
    The three inner planets were very hot, since the system had a bright white or blue-white main sequence star. There were at least three very hot planets in inner orbits, because that's how many we surveyed -- there could have been more.

We were supposedly just making a routine stop to pick up some specialized equipment from a supply cache in the asteroid belt when all heck broke loose. The cache itself was inside the largest meteor-screen container I'd ever seen, and the spooks wouldn't let anyone even think about what was inside.

I'd been there three days when it happened. One of the spooks ordered me and two others (including my friend Sir Geoffrey Karennia, the youngest son of the Duke of Adabicci) to help them in testing some classified equipment. We were put in vaccsuits with the faceplates blacked out, and they took us over to the cache. We must have passed through several airlocks, and while still in zero-g were told to take off our suits.

We found ourselves in what looked like the bridge of a small starship -- except that there was some very strange equipment here. It was badly damaged -- the hull was torn through from one side to the other as if a large rock had ripped through paper-thin metal. The spook said something about some special skills the three of us had that they needed. They ordered Ensign Waters (the other guy with myself and Geoff) to sit in the pilot seat while they hooked up a headset to him. We'd have been happier if he hadn't been wearing a red shirt that day...

One of the spooks explained that the two of us were to take notes if Waters noticed anything during the live test, and this was just a dry run before they turned the power on. He also said “…that this new safety harness (yeah, sure!) was totally classified, and if you ever breathed a word of it we will be listening and will hunt you down and kill you -- but then we know you are loyal so you needn't worry, right?”

I don't know what started it, but they hadn't even begun the dry run when I saw Waters' head explode. I'll never forget that sound, and the way he seemed to scream inside my skull. The next thing I knew I felt like I was crazy, like I could hear everyone raving incoherently in my head all at once, and suddenly everyone was shooting at everyone else, and eventually I somehow managed to smash the headset and save Geoff. I don’t remember exactly all that happened, but we survived. The med kit stopped my bleeding.

It felt like several days before a relief team came to pick us up. Lucky there really were some supplies in the cache, and Geoff and I just waited, not having the codes to operate the exit from the cache. We tried.

The team that picked us up told us that our shipmates all went insane and died. They sedated us, and the next thing I knew I was reviving from cold sleep on Rhylanor. There we faced endless debriefings by the spooks -- and over and over again they explained “… that we were the only survivors of a mutiny, and that you'd managed to save the ship and hold it until help arrived. Unfortunately the mutineers all died when the ship was recaptured by the Navy. And as mutinies are bad press, of course you shouldn't mention this to anyone, even within the Navy.” They were very convincing, and Geoff apparently believed them, but I remember it differently.

I was discharged from the service with an SEH and a hero's fanfare. Of course they were honored to be able to enroll me into Plankwell University immediately...

After the Navy

The first two years of Grad work was at Plankwell University on Rhylanor. During that time I developed a strong interest in parapsychology, and spent three months as an intern at Research Station Gamma, an Imperial Research station on Vanajen (Rhylanor subsector) which is a leading-edge facility studying psionics -- mostly natural animal psionics, but also with some more intelligent beings, like the Chirpers.

While I put a stint at RsG on my resume, the work there is very highly classified and I am not permitted to talk about anything I did there -- or anything at all, right down to what I had for breakfast and the quality of the coffee. For that work, I had a very high Imperial security clearance.

A recommendation from the Research Station, and my performance at P.U. in general, led to a transfer to the University of Mora for my Ph.D. work. The UoM is one of the finest schools in the Imperium -- quite possibly the finest -- and entry requirements are high indeed. It's an honor just to be admitted, and they only take the very best for their Ph.D. program. It's undoubtedly by far the best school for parapsychology study anywhere (except perhaps for the Zhodani :-) ).

Medical school at Mora is unbelievably tough, though, and the parapsych focus of my background just wasn't up to the high demands of the conventional medicine field. Also, that was when the psi underground (the local Psionic Institute) contacted me and I was tested, and that undoubtedly influenced me at the time.

I specialized in the parapsychology area, where I was already established, and took up teaching at the University of Mora. It was a great career, but between the teaching and the expected social commitments it didn't leave enough time for my own work. Still, I was building social contacts among the nobility, and when I was officially appointed to the nobility I saw a chance for independent research with my own ship. It was a gamble, but a good one that paid off.

In the meantime, word of my work reached the Emperor (or whichever bureaucrat is delegated to do it), and I was appointed Marquis.

The last 4 years have been spent moving about society and trying to scare up more research moneys for my parapsychology research (on the sly of course).

Geoff, the son of the Duke of Adabicci, is also a latent psionic -- definitely not trained, and not tested (except by me, and I didn't tell him).
My Astrogator is a larian, a small humanoid with wings. That race is capable of flight, and I have determined that (unknown to them) they use psionics to enhance this (the wings alone won't support them in normal gravity, although they will on their homeworld). So in addition to being a crew member, this being is a study subject.