Name: Norville "Shaggy" Rogers

Age: Thirty Three
Race: Human/Wizard
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 6'2"

Canon: Mystery Inc.
Alignment: Scrupulous (Good) or Chaotic Good

Faction Description: Freelancer, formerly Mystery, Inc.

High Concept: Jaded Street Wizard
Aspect: Illumination isn't Pretty
Aspect: Discretion is the Better Part of Survival
Aspect: A Familiar Friend
Stunt: Yoinks! - Because I have Seen What's Out There, I gain a +2 Whenever I am Quickly Overcoming an Obstacle where a speedy withdrawal would help.
Stunt: When they Bump, I Bump Back - I gain a +2 when I Forcefully Attack or Carefully Defend against an opponent who has attacked me personally in this exchange.
Stunt: A Little Help From My Friends - I gain a +2 when Carefully Creating an Advantage where knowledge from an ally or the physical presence of my familiar would help.



Approaches:
Careful: +4
Clever: +2
Flashy: +0
Forceful: +3
Quick: +3
Sneaky: +1

Stress:

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Consequences:

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Equipment:Norville "Shaggy" Rogers is the heir to a large fortune, and so has extensive access to standard equipment and weapons, but he rarely utilizes this to its full extent. He usually has access to an armored van equipped with "typical" monster-slaying gear.

Short Bio: Many think me a coward. This could not be further from the truth. I see what is out there, know what it is. And, most importantly, I know what I can kill, and what can't be killed. My world turned upside down the day my dog started talking to me. I'm an unusual type, an illumimatus, one of the few that sees the world for what it truly is. I don't recommend it. So, using my wealth, I put together a team, and a good one. Brawn in Fred Jones. A public face and additional financial support in Daphne Blake. A genius criminologist, Velma Dinkle. And of course, Scoob. Scooby-Doo is my familiar, or guide, totem spirit... Whatever you want to call it. And for awhile, a long while, we turned every ghost, zombie, or monster into a masked man out to scare people for profit. One day, we didn't make out so well. Fred was never a believer, but in his final moments, he saw that there was really a hidden world and it wasn't always Old Man Jenkins behind the mask... Sometimes there's no mask at all, and sometimes, what's behind it will shatter you just by the looking. Daphne took his death hard. Retired from the business and now is a staunch outward skeptic. Good for her. Her public campaign to convince the world that the world is normal and relatively safe makes our job easier. Velma... I use her advice constantly, but she's useless in the field now. That day was ironically one she would have been better off losing her glasses. The last thing she saw was the same creature that killed Fred, simply by... Being, and being observed. I am Norville "Shaggy" Rogers, and for now, I go it alone. One last piece of advice, if you see me running - follow me.