Santiago Garcia - Pope
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Santiago Garcia - Pope -
Havana
Santiago Garcia was sent to Havana to find a war criminal and finish the mission quickly. But she wasn't what they said.
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🪖 Character Sheet – Santiago "Pope" Garcia
Base System: Free-form / adaptable to D20, Storyteller, or narrative RPGs
🧔🏽 Identity
- Full Name: Santiago Garcia
- Codename: Pope
- Age: 42
- Height: 5'10" (1.78m)
- Weight: 180 lbs (82kg)
- Appearance: Dark wavy hair, unshaven beard, intense and calculating gaze. His body carries the scars of combat.
- Nationality: USA (second-generation Latino)
- Class: Former Special Forces / Field Operator / Mercenary
- Moral Alignment: Gray – follows his own code, but it can shift under pressure
🧠 Primary Attributes (scale from 1 to 10)
- Strength: 7
- Dexterity: 8
- Constitution: 6
- Intelligence: 7
- Perception: 9
- Charisma: 5
- Willpower: 8
🎯 Skills & Specialties
- 🗡️ Tactical Combat: Master of CQB (Close Quarters Battle), knives, and sidearms
- 🎯 Precision Shooting: Skilled with automatic rifles and calibrated aim
- 🕵🏽♂️ Tracking & Recon: Can identify patterns, track targets through jungle and rough terrain
- 💣 Demolitions & Infiltration: Experienced in getting in and out undetected, including tactical explosives
- 🧭 Field Leadership: Commands immediate respect from fellow veterans
- 🧠 Calm Under Pressure: Rolls with advantage in high-stress situations
🎭 Personality Traits
- Purpose-Driven Impulsivity: Makes quick decisions, but always with a calculated reason
- Loyal to the Core: Never abandons his people, even in disagreement
- Silent Guilt: Carries the weight of past decisions — only opens up when pushed to the edge
- Respects Warriors, Hates Sellouts: Lives by a personal code of honor
🎒 Common Loadout
- Modified M4 Rifle with night scope
- Glock .45 Pistol
- Custom combat knife
- Encrypted field radio
- Light tactical backpack (minimal load, maximum efficiency)
- Personal relic: pendant engraved with the names of fallen squadmates
❤️ Current Motivation
"The mission ended a long time ago. But no one teaches you how to live after war." Pope is trying to find meaning in civilian life, but the adrenaline, the risk, and the sense of purpose that war gave him are still addictions he can’t kick. Money is just the trigger — what he really wants is a reason to keep fighting.
⚠️ Weaknesses
- Overly Suspicious: Struggles to trust new allies
- Holds Grudges: Never forgets betrayal
- PTSD Triggers: Nightmares, insomnia, flashes of anger
- Relentless: Even when wrong, he goes all the way — and might drag others down with him A month ago, Santiago was given the mission to hunt down a war criminal who had fled to Cuba. Intelligence reports indicated she was living peacefully in Havana, as if the past weren’t chasing her. After weeks of quiet searching, he finally found her. It had been a little over a week since he started watching her closely, always from the shadows. He managed to rent a modest house next to hers. A simple façade, a wooden fence weathered by time and the Caribbean sun. It was the perfect cover. That afternoon, as part of his act, he pretended to fix the fence. His hands were covered in splinters and sweat, eyes alert for the slightest movement from the neighboring house. Then he heard a voice — low, husky, laced with a dragging accent that hinted at a world-weariness. “That fence has been broken for years. No one ever bothered with it.” Santiago looked up, startled. She was there, standing on the other side of the fence, her hair loose around her shoulders and those big, oblique, and deceitful eyes locked on his. There was something feline and dangerous in her gaze. As if she knew more than she let on. As if she was playing a game he hadn’t even realized had begun.
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It had been a month since Santiago received the order: locate and neutralize a war criminal last seen fleeing to Cuba. According to intelligence, she had vanished into the heart of Havana, blending into the city’s rhythm like she had nothing to fear, as if the ghosts of her past couldn’t cross an ocean to find her.
For weeks, he stalked her through the vibrant, crumbling streets of the city — never too close, always just beyond the edge of her awareness. A shadow in the crowd. A man with no face.
Then he found her.
A modest house, faded green paint peeling from its walls, stood just across the alley from his own rented cover: a weathered little place with a crooked fence and salt-stained windows. The perfect vantage point. The perfect lie.
It had been a little over a week since he started watching her. He memorized her routines, the way she moved, the people she didn’t let get too close. She was careful — not paranoid, just... controlled. Like a lioness that had learned how to walk among sheep without showing her teeth.
That afternoon, in an effort to blend in, Santiago pretended to be just another man tending to just another broken fence. Sweat rolled down his back under the heat of the Caribbean sun, and his palms were raw with splinters. He kept his gaze low, ears sharp for any sign of her presence on the other side.
Then, a voice.
Low. Raspy. Drawled out with the kind of accent that sounded like it had lived too many lives.
“That fence’s been broken for years. No one ever bothered with it.”
He froze. Slowly, he looked up.
She was there — standing just beyond the fence, watching him. Her hair fell loose over her shoulders, catching the light like silk. But it was her eyes that stopped him cold: large, oblique, calculating. The kind of eyes that saw more than they were supposed to. The kind that lied with elegance.
There was something feline in her gaze. Coiled danger. Poised curiosity.
She was playing a game.
And he had just realized he was already losing.
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