Canticle of the End

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Nathaniel Holt

Player Phil Occupation Lieutenant, Royal Navy (assigned to La Speranza as ship's doctor — actually an officer, not a doctor) Age 29 Nationality British Status alive
Direct, Competent sailor, Unhurried under pressure, Keeps busy to avoid thinking, The man who knows ships

Characteristics

Point assignment method (460 total). Age 29 (20-39 bracket: 1 EDU improvement check, rolled successfully, +5 to EDU).

Characteristic Regular Half Fifth
STR 55 27 11
CON 60 30 12
SIZ 55 27 11
DEX 70 35 14
INT 65 32 13
POW 50 25 10
APP 50 25 10
EDU 60 30 12

Derived

Attribute Max Current
HP 11 11
MP 10 10
Luck 55
Sanity 50 50

Reputation

Attribute Value
Starting Reputation 20
Current Reputation 20
Censure 0

Combat

Attribute Value
Move 8
Build 0
Damage Bonus 0
Dodge (Regular) 35
Dodge (Half) 17
Dodge (Fifth) 7

Status

  • [ ] Temporary Insanity
  • [ ] Indefinite Insanity
  • [ ] Major Wound
  • [ ] Unconscious
  • [ ] Dying

Personal Description: Medium height, lean and weathered in the way sailors are — the skin around his eyes is lined from years of squinting into glare. Dark brown hair, cut short, salted early at the temples. Clean-shaven. His hands are hard with rope calluses. He wears civilian clothes aboard (a plain dark coat, good boots, no lace) but carries himself like a man accustomed to a quarterdeck. Stands with his weight forward, balanced, the stance of someone who learned to walk on a moving surface. His face rests at neutral, not unfriendly, just waiting. When he speaks it is plainly and without hurry.

Traits: Direct. He says what he means and assumes others do the same, which occasionally makes him obtuse in social situations that run on subtext. Patient with physical hardship, impatient with disorder. Does his own maintenance — cleans his own pistol, mends his own coat, coils his own lines. Not because he must, but because idle hands make him restless. Underneath the steadiness is a man who keeps moving because stillness is where the thinking happens.

Ideology & Beliefs: Duty. King and country, the Navy, the chain of command. He believes in competence, preparation, and the idea that a good officer keeps his people alive. He is not religious in any meaningful way — he has seen too much sea to believe in a benevolent God — but he respects the ritual of it. He believes the world is fundamentally knowable if you pay enough attention.

Significant People:

  • His brother, William Holt (dead). Lieutenant on HMS Colossus at Trafalgar. Killed by a splinter through the chest. Nathaniel was 20, serving on HMS Orion in the same engagement. He saw the Colossus take fire but did not know William was dead until three days later.
  • Captain James Marsh (retired). Holt’s first captain, aboard HMS Seahorse. Taught him everything a midshipman needed to know and most of what an officer needed to forget.

Meaningful Locations:

  • The quarterdeck of HMS Dryad, his last posting. A frigate, 36 guns, two years in the Channel. He loved that ship.
  • Portsmouth harbour. Where everything starts and ends.

Treasured Possessions:

  • William’s pocket watch. Returned with his effects. It stopped at 2:14, which was not the time William died, but Nathaniel has never had it repaired.
  • A sextant, brass, well-used. His own, not Navy issue. The one piece of equipment he trusts absolutely.

Occupation: Naval Officer Formula: EDU × 2 + DEX × 2 = 120 + 140 = 260 occupation points Personal Interest: INT × 2 = 130 points

Skill Base Regular Half Fifth Source
Climb 20 40 20 8 PI (+20)
Credit Rating 00 15 07 03 Occ (+15)
Cthulhu Mythos 00 00 00 00
Dodge 35 17 7 Base only
Fighting (Brawl) 25 50 25 10 Occ (+25)
Fighting (Cutlass) 01 40 20 8 PI (+39)
Firearms (Pistol) 20 55 27 11 Occ (+35)
First Aid 30 42 21 8 PI (+12)
Intimidate 15 40 20 8 Occ (+25)
Language (English, Own) 60 60 30 12 EDU
Language (French) 01 17 08 03 Occ (+16)
Listen 20 40 20 8 PI (+20)
Navigate 10 55 27 11 Occ (+45)
Pilot (Boat) 01 40 20 8 Occ (+39)
Psychology 10 25 12 5 PI (+15)
Science (Astronomy) 01 25 12 5 PI (+24)
Spot Hidden 25 55 27 11 Occ (+30)
Swim 20 50 25 10 Occ (+30)

Occupation points spent: 25 + 35 + 30 + 45 + 39 + 25 + 30 + 16 + 15 = 260 ✓ Personal interest spent: 20 + 39 + 12 + 20 + 15 + 24 = 130 ✓

None at character creation. Old scars from splinters and rigging burns on both hands and forearms.

None at character creation.

None. Cthulhu Mythos 0%. Holt has seen nothing stranger than St. Elmo’s fire and a waterspout off Ushant.

None prior to boarding La Speranza.

Weapon Skill % Damage Attacks Range Ammo Malf
Unarmed (Brawl) 50/25/10 1D3 1
Cutlass 40/20/8 1D8 1
Flintlock Pistol 55/27/11 1D6+1 1 15 yds 1 95
Knife 50/25/10 1D4 1

To be populated at the table. Holt is crew (assigned as ship’s doctor, though he is not one), not part of the party’s mission. He may be drawn in by events during the voyage.

{Player-facing notes. Protected — skills never modify.}

Relationships

Equipment

Personal Kit:

Wealth:

Attribute Value
Spending Level Officer on half-pay (modest)
Cash ~£15 (journey funds, Navy travel allowance)
Assets Half-pay of £91/year while between active postings

Chapter 4, Session 1 — The Morning After

Lieutenant Nathaniel Holt of the Royal Navy stood on the Trieste docks with a trunk at his feet and the particular expression of a man who had begged and pulled strings to get assigned as ship’s doctor to a vessel heading south and east, and was now confronting the reality of what he had begged for. The crew had requested a surgeon. The Navy sent an officer with First Aid and a sextant. La_Speranza was ninety feet of salt-stained oak with blistering paint and rigging tarred nearly black, sitting low in the water with a chicken coop lashed to the foredeck and a leathery, nearly toothless Greek cook stirring something over a brick firebox that smelled of boiled onion and regret. Holt technically outranked everyone aboard except the captain, and could not set a bone. He spent his first evening aboard rather than at the Locanda_Grande with the party, pitching in with the crew’s preparations, coiling rope and checking rigging with the habitual competence of a man who had spent years at sea and could not stop his hands from finding work. Petar, the Ragusan bosun with two missing fingers and the genuine regard of every sailor aboard, strung up a hammock next to his own and told Holt that anyone who wanted to bother him would have to go through him first. The alliance was immediate and uncomplicated, the kind of respect that passed between men who understood ships and said so with their hands rather than their mouths.

The next morning, when the party arrived to board, Holt directed Luka and Drago to load the supply crates and asserted quiet authority over Endicott’s fussing about the mysterious iron-banded crate in the hold. Endicott crumbled. The crew noticed. At dawn, the hawsers came off the bollards and Captain Zanier stood at the wheel, and Holt stood where sailors stand, watching the harbour mouth pass on both sides and the open Adriatic stretch ahead. He was heading for the Indian Ocean squadron by way of the longest possible route, aboard a merchant brig that smelled of tar and onion, in the company of English aristocrats who carried more weapons than their luggage could reasonably explain and a Greek cook whose culinary ambitions exceeded his abilities by a considerable margin. The voyage would take six weeks. Lieutenant Holt intended to make himself useful for every one of them.

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