Rofocale, Balseraph of the War

By Moe Lane


Corporeal Forces: 2
Strength: 4
Agility: 4
Ethereal Forces: 5
Intelligence: 10
Precision: 10
Celestial Forces: 3
Will: 6
Perception: 6

Vessel: short man/1

Skills: Chemistry/3, Computer Operation/3, Dodge/1, Driving/1, Electronics/1, Emote/2, Engineering/1, Fighting/1, Knowledge/3 (Computer Games), Ranged Weapon (pistol/1, rifle/1), Savoir-Faire/1, Small Weapon/1 (Knife), Tactics/1, Throwing/1

Songs: Healing (All/2), Shields (All/3)

Attunements: Balseraph of the War

Picking out Rofocale in a crowd is actually fairly easy: simply think of all your favorite stereotypes of Baal's troops... and look for the exact opposite. He'll be the short weedy guy with glasses who looks like that he'd faint at the sight of his own blood, or maybe vomit. A less unprepossessing Servitor of the War one would be hard to find: he barely made it through basic training, is still notably under par in his physical development and is no more than average in his ability to impose his Will upon the universe.

But he is clever - and, like other clever people without any sort of morality who have found themselves surrounded by ill-tempered, violent buffoons, Rofocale has pushed his brains for all that they are worth. The Balseraph's squad-mates have learned that, when it comes to really inventive ideas, diversions and object lessons, it's best to consult him. It's amazing what one can make out of common supermarket items - and Rofocale knows just about all of them, including a few he's come up with himself. He's also fairly useful when it comes to intelligence operations, as the Balseraph has the ability to use a computer for something other than a club. Baal prefers that not all of his technical experts come from Vapula, after all.

As a result, Rofocale has managed to define a place in Baal's service and even prosper there, while suffering no more than the average amount of persecution, malice and/or beatings. Providing that he survives, he should be a shoo-in for eventual promotion to Staff work - something that he will eagerly embrace - or perhaps Internal Security. Either would be fine with him. Until then, he lives on his wits, kisses the right posteriors and avoids the occasional kick, when prudent. Unfortunately for his squad-mates, Rofocale also uses his cleverness to remember every slight and indignity, which will come as a nasty surprise to them later on, when he's able to administer payback - again, provided that he survives.

Aside from his revenge fantasies, Rofocale has only one hobby: computer strategy games. There's just something about them that pleases him - and one errant thought beginning to lurk in the back of his mind is that having the Word of Strategy Games might be a fine thing for Baal in general and Rofocale in particular. After all, the methodologies that they can teach are often quite acceptable to Hell. Bribe and fight your way across continents, kill everything in your way, break treaties whenever you have to, want to and/or are bored and make sure that your final battles involve extensive nuclear detonations on civilian populations. What's not to like about that?

Besides, apart from the aesthetics, there's also the happy thought that at least some of the kids who play these things should grow up to have their fingers on real triggers. With the right oversight, this could be parlayed into a situation that could pay real dividends in the War. Rofocale plans to bring this up with his Prince, when the time is right and he's gotten a bit farther up the greasy pole of rank.

Presuming, of course, that he survives. Clever will take someone only so far...


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