It was a motorcycle accident, not a line of duty injury, that cost Frida the use of her legs. Before then she was a police detective who was disliked by her peers cutting corners and taking risks as much as they appreciated her natural talent for interrogation. It was this same haphazard attitude towards security and secrecy that kept her on the outskirts of the Blue Line. It wasn’t that her comrades didn’t trust her, they just didn’t trust her judgement.
Nonetheless Frida was as expert at getting into the heads of occult wackjobs and psychotic adepts as any recalcitrant suspect. After her experience with a flesh-warping serial-abductor brought her on board she was getting called to seedy hotel rooms and off-the-path self-storage facilities all over the state. Always there would be someone who knew something, or might know something, waiting for her to pinpoint their weaknesses and then go to work like an oscillating saw. Hacking through their defences with abandon to dig out anything underneath. She took pride in it.
Frida doesn't know whether her accident was a reprisal for any of the things she did (it wasn't), it's one of the things that keeps her awake at night. She's mostly come to terms with her condition, it's the loss of her vocation that really stings. For a while coworkers would stop by and check in on her, shoot the breeze and guardedly talk about work, but eventually that tapered into the occasional obligate visitation. Her Blue Line colleagues had fewer compunctions.
Frida's lack of other obligations, proven loyalty and eagerness to continue the fight in some capacity have made her a natural fit as support staff. She works as a cut-out, safehouse operator, analyst or handler as the situation dictates. Once or twice she's even taken an active role in emergencies, no one clocks the middle-aged woman in a wheelchair as a threat.
Recently she's been receiving letters. They claim to be from the maniac who started her occult police career. The man she thought was dead is claiming he'll give her the power to walk again, if she'll just give him the names of the people who dragged him out into the woods the last time she saw him. She's less interested in that than laying a trap for him.
STATS
Personality: Daredevilish but shrewd, Frida puts up a sassy front for everybody until she decides whether she likes them. She’s not above playing up her condition to get past people’s guard or under their skin. She’s absolutely loyal to the Line, they are doing something no one else can.
Rage: Frida doesn’t need help, thank you very much.
Noble: Keeping her people safe.
Fear: Magickal attacks. There's no way to defend against it (Unnatural.)
Obsession: Making her loss the last that the Blue Line suffers.
Wound Threshold: 50.
Security-minded Recluse 50% (Substitutes for Secrecy, Provides Firearm Attacks, Protects Isolation.)
Get Under Your Skin 55%* (Substitutes for Notice, Coerces Helplessness, Coerces Self.)
Occult Police Nerve Center 40% (Substitutes for Knowledge, Substitutes for Status, Evaluates Unnatural.)
Shock Gauges
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