[D20] BODYGUARD: Noelle Achard

[Eireleen]

Noelle Achard

Dedicated Hero 1 | Tough Hero 0
Occupation Military

Strength	12	(+1)
Dexterity	16	(+3)
Constitution	14	(+2)
Intelligence	12	(+1)
Wisdom	13	(+1)
Charisma	12	(+1)

Age	27
Gender	Female
Height	180 cm
Weight	50 kg

Hit Points	8
Action Points	5
Initiative	+3

Light load	43
Medium load	86
Heavy load	130
Lift over head	130
Lift off ground	260
Push or drag	650

Speed	30 ft
Defense	16 10 Base; +1 Class; +3 DEX; +2 Armor

Fortitude Save	+3
Reflex Save	+3
Will Save	+2

BAB	+0
Melee	+1
Range	+3

Unarmed
Attack +1
Damage 1d4+1
Nonlethal or Lethal

Beretta 93 R Pistol
Attack +3
Damage 2d6
Ballistic; Semi-Auto or Auto
30 ft Range Increment
Box Magazine; 20 bullets

Languages
English

Allegiances
1 - Person(s); The Jamesons
2 - Ethical Philosophy; Lawful
3 - Moral Philosophy; Neutral

Wealth 2
Original Wealth; 8
Beretta 93 R; Bought by Take 10; -2 Wealth
Light Undercover Shirt; Bought; Bought by Take 10; -2 Wealth
Suppressor (Pistol); Bought by Take 10; -2 Wealth

Equipment

Item Name	Obtained by	Weight	Notes
Ford LTD Crown Victoria	Owned by Jamesons		For stats, reference Ford Crown Victoria on SRD
Military Equipment Licence	Military Background
Beretta 93 R Pistol	Purchase	3 lbs	Concealed On Person
Box Magazine		1 lbs	Carrying two (one loaded)
Holster		0.5 lbs	Concealed Carry
Suppressor	Purchase	1 lbs
Light Undercover Shirt	Purchase	2 lbs	Concealed On Person
Formal Suit		3 lbs	Worn
Pack of Cigarettes			In pocket
Lighter			In pocket
Briefcase		2 lbs	Holds below items
Duct Tape		1 lbs
First Aid Kit		3 lbs
Binoculars		2 lbs	Standard
Flashlight		1 lbs	Standard
Compass		0.5 lbs
Rope (150 feet)		12 lbs

Total Weight:

32 lbs

Talents
Skill Emphasis [Search]
The Dedicated hero chooses a single skill and receives a +3 bonus on all checks with that skill. This bonus does not allow the hero to make checks for a trained-only skill if the hero has no ranks in the skill.

Feats
Simple Weapons Proficiency (Bonus Feat; Dedicated Hero 1st Level)
Combat Martial Arts (Bonus Feat; Military Occupation)
Personal Firearms Proficiency
Light Armor Proficiency

Traits
+ Light Sleeper (1); Less penalties for getting less sleep, and wake up easier
+ Expert Driver (1); +2 to Drive checks
- Addiction (2); Cigarettes

Skills

Occupation [Military]; Hide and Move Silently as Class Skills
1st Level [Dedicated Hero]; 24 Skill Points

Balance	DEX		3
Climb	STR		1
Concentration	CON		2
Craft (electronic)	INT
Craft (mechanical)	INT
Craft (structural)	INT
Demolitions	INT
Diplomacy	CHA		1
Disable Device	INT
Disguise	CHA		1
Drive	DEX	++	5
Gather Information	CHA		1
Hide	DEX	**	5
Intimidate	CHA		1
Investigate	INT
Jump	STR		1
Knowledge (civics)	INT
Knowledge (current events)	INT	*	2
Knowledge (history)	INT	*	2
Knowledge (physical sciences)	INT
Knowledge (popular culture)	INT
Knowledge (streetwise)	INT
Knowledge (tactics)	INT	*	2
Knowledge (technology)	INT
Listen	WIS	****	5
Move Silently	DEX	**	5
Navigate	INT		1
Profession	WIS	*	2
Repair	INT
Research	INT		1
Search	INT	+++	4
Sense Motive	WIS	****	5
Spot	WIS	****	5
Survival	WIS	****	5
Swim	STR		1
Treat Injury	WIS		1
Tumble	DEX

Background

Noelle was born in the US, to a somewhat poor family. Her mother died in childbirth, and her father was somewhat of a gruff, impatient man, not well-suited for child rearing. He worked as a police officer, with very late hours, usually not coming home until after midnight. As a result, Noelle learned to fend for herself from an early age. Her father would leave her the money she needed, and even at 10 or 12 years old, she would buy her own groceries and cook dinner on her own. She didn't blame her father for the state of her childhood; in fact, she looked up to him for his work in the police force. It was that admiration that later guided her towards joining the military.

After finishing High School, she wanted to go to College and study Engineering, but being in a single-parent family, it would have been hard on her father, financially. She wanted to continue to support herself, as she had as a child, instead of burden her father with her troubles. She joined the military partly because she aspired to be a protector, like her father was, and partly because it would pay for college after she was discharged.

That was in 1971, when she was 18 years old. It was near the tail end of the Vietnam War, where she was deployed to fight. It was a harder life than she expected it to be, but she didn't give up. This was something she had chosen for herself. She fought as a soldier for four years, until one night in 1975, where she saw something that changed her forever.

It was just after a napalm strike on a village that had been harboring insurgents. She was part of the unit sent to clean up the surrounding area. It was her and three others, cutting their way through the jungle, when one of them disappeared. None of them had even noticed until it was too late. There had been no sound of gunfire, so it hadn't been the Vietnamese. They presumed that he had merely gotten lost, but they didn't have much time to look for him. So they decided to split up and do a quick search, agreeing to rendezvous at where they were five minutes later.

After five minutes of fruitless searching, she returned to the clearing in the jungle expecting to find her fellow soldiers, hopefully alive and well.

They were dead. But even so, they were walking - shambling slowly towards her, staring at her with glowing red eyes. Not only the one that had disappeared first, but the others who had gone to look for him, who had suffered the same fate.

She turned and ran, scared out of her mind. But there were more of them - villagers from the village that had just been bombed, the light burn marks on their body confirming that they had once been survivors. She didn't know what monster had found them and turned them into what they were, nor was she in any state of mind to make guesses. She shot wildly, taking down as many as she had to in order to break through. One that she thought had been dead for good had suddenly grabbed hold of her foot. She yanked it so hard that the dead man's arm came clean off, the detached limb still gripping her shoe. She ran for miles with the constant feeling of a man's hand grabbing at her ankles, until she couldn't run anymore.

She was taken out of the country on a helicopter a few days later. She didn't tell anyone about what she had saw. They would have thought she was crazy, after all. Even she thought she was crazy. She told herself that it had just been a hallucination. Their glowing red eyes may have just been a trick of the light, brought on by the fire. But even telling herself that would mean that she had gunned down innocent villagers, and her former squad mates.

When the army did an official investigation, the corpses were never found - even the ones she had sure had been left in exactly that place. Almost as though they had gotten up and walked away. Whatever had happened in that jungle, she ended up not being convicted, or even suspected, of anything, which in a way made it even worse for her. She couldn't stand going about life normally, knowing what had happened. Being put in jail would at least offer some kind of validation that what she had seen hadn't been a dream.

She could only continue to function by pushing it to the back of her mind, burying it beneath anything she could. The military would have paid for her to go to college, but she had lost any drive to further her schooling. The huge anti-war movement at the time had taken to the streets, denouncing her and other veterans as murderers, which only served to further her downward spiral into depression. She still didn't know for sure if what she had seen was real, or whether she had merely killed innocent people.

The only way she could see to break away from it all was to leave the country. She moved to Britain hoping that she could put the past behind her. Because of her military experience, she was hired by the Jamesons as a bodyguard for Diana and Desmond Jameson, twins and heirs to the estate. Given that her own childhood had involved very little interaction with her parents, she didn't know a lot about dealing with kids. She took on a bit of a standoffish personality, letting them fend for themselves most of the time, and only stepping in if they really needed help. She honestly doesn't know what they think of her, if anything, but as long as her duty is to protect them, she intends to continue doing so.

It had been five years since that horrible night, and she was almost starting to recover. She had started smoking a little less, and sleeping easier. As long as she didn't think about it too much, she figured she would be fine. At least, as long as nothing happened that reminded her too strongly of it.