The Fallen Tower
Skip always wears a suit. Of course, he looks extremely uncomfortable in it, as if he would rather be wearing khakis and a golf shirt. His suits fit poorly, too – either too big in the shoulder or too short in the leg. He has sandy blonde hair that is starting to thin at the top, but his face is still youthful, even if his eyes are tired.
Skip was a mathematician destined for greatness in the halls of some Ivy League college, but his Atlantic City gambling addiction got the better of him. He was convinced he could beat the system without any tricks using his ability to calculate the sums in his head. Trouble was, the casino he was gaming in had a mage watching out for all sorts of tricks, and it soon became a battle of wits. Normally, the mage would have won hands down, but Skip’s Avatar stepped up to the challenge and Awakened at an opportune moment, winning Skip a small fortune. He was asked to leave the casino, but that didn’t matter. He knew what he wanted to do with his talent, and was soon back and begging his former competitor for tricks and tips.
This led to admission into the Virtual Adepts, among the Chaoticians. Skip soon realized he was way out of his league here, and returned to his true love: gambling. But it was soured for him now; he knew all the tricks. Vegas, however, had no mages to look after its casino wealth, leaving an obvious job opening.
Skip is one of those rare mages who can skate untouched through both Tradition and Technocrat society. The local Syndicate mages of the Cloud Room value his services and look the other way at the Reality Deviants he uses to get the job done. The way they ﬁgure it, it takes a Reality Deviant to catch a Reality Deviant. That, or a waste of money and resources to fund a Panopticon unit; they prefer the more fiscally responsible relationship they’ve developed with Skip McQueen.
Of course, Skip doesn’t turn mages in, except those caught cheating the businesses he protects. Even then, they’re sent down the river through normal, everyday Sleeper channels, not some Technocratic brainwashing nightmare. That he won’t condone, and even tries to get it in writing when his bosses are in the know about such things.
He uses a number of freelancers from across the country, but when it comes to locals, he especially favors Jacob Torgue, Katherine, and Ozymandias Cody.