John Dorn



Harm: 0/7
Luck: 7/7
Experience: 5/5

Charm: +2
Cool: +1
Sharp: +1
Tough: +0
Weird: -1


Always the Victim: When another hunter uses protect someone to protect you, they mark experience. Whenever a monster captures you, you mark experience.

The Power of Heart: When fighting a monster, if you help someone, don’t roll +Cool. You automatically help as though you’d rolled and got a total of 10.

Trust Me: When you tell a normal person the truth in order to protect them from danger, roll Charm. On a 10 they’ll do what you say they should, no questions asked. On a 7-9 they do it, but the Keeper chooses one from:

  • They ask you a hard question first.
  • They stall and dither a while.
  • They have a “better” idea.
    On a miss, they’re going to think you’re crazy and maybe dangerous too.


  • Baseball bat (2-harm hand innocuous messy)
  • Hunting rifle (3-harm far loud reload)
  • Van


Kyle – I’m a little suspicious of you. Monsters I can buy, but I’m still skeptical about prophecy. And I can’t totally trust somebody who thinks that God has singled them out to save the world.

Lawrence – We’re old friends, but I didn’t know about the spooky side of your life until recently. But you were one of my first customers, and we would hang out, drink, and bullshit.

Jad – You are the kind of hunter I aspire to be. I don’t know why yet, I’ll figure it out when you post your character.


My name is John Dorn, white male, early thirties. I’m in reasonable health, but occasionally eats a bag of Oreos and falls asleep on the coach. I used to own a bar and jazz venue, but some years back a monster threw a party there and slap-chopped half my customers. The rest of the team showed up and killed it, but managed to set the bar on fire in the process. When the cops investigated, they figured the fire was part of an insurance fraud scam – the bar was losing money and I was down to covering expenses by cycling through credit cards. They tried to pin a manslaughter charge on me, but I plea bargained down to arson. As of the beginning of the adventure, my sentence has just ended. I owe the rest of the team my life, but feel kind of bitter about the prison thing – still, I want to help out and maybe encourage them to be more careful around the vanilla mortals.
As an ex-con, all I have to my name is my old van, a baseball bat, a hunting rifle, and some basic necessities. How do I have a hunting rifle if I’m a felon? Because America is beautiful.

John Dorn

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