Corporeal Forces: 2 Strength: 3 Agility: 5

Ethereal Forces: 2 Intelligence: 4 Precision: 4

Celestial Forces: 3 Will: 6 Perception: 6

Vessel: middle-aged man/2, Charisma +1

Skills: Chemistry/2, Climbing/1, Computer Operation/1, Electronics/2, Emote/3, Fast-Talk/4, Fighting/1, Knowledge/3 (research), Lockpicking/6 (mastery), Lying/6 (mastery), Ranged Weapon (pistol/1), Savoir-Faire/1

Songs: Charm (Ethereal/3), Entropy (Corporeal/2), Form (Celestial/3), Light (Ethereal/1), Motion (Ethereal/4, Celestial/3), Shields (Corporeal/2), Tongues (Ethereal/2)

Attunements: Blessed, Passage

Meet Bill. He robs banks for the Lord.

Now, there are those that would argue that the Lord doesn't need ready cash quite that badly, and they'd be right. However, the money isn't really the issue, here. Marc and/or Dominic may spit at the idea, but there are banks that need robbing (admittedly, most have their head offices in Hell anyway).

Anyway, mere money has never been the main attraction to Bill, even when he was alive. He simply found it fun to assess a bank's routine (sometimes for years) until he found its one weakness, then go put on a disguise and exploit it. The money was at times just a way to keep score.

Maybe that attitude was what kept Bill out of Hell - or maybe it was because he never actually hurt anybody while indulging in his chosen art (and, with Bill, it was an art). He was even very polite about it, which probably won him points. Or maybe he was just very sorry about the whole thing, towards the end. At any rate, when he found himself being let through the Pearly Gates, Bill decided not to argue about his apparent narrow escape. The blessed soul wasn't sure what he was going to do with eternity, but he was pretty sure that something would come up.

Then he ran into Janus.

The Archangel of the Wind was more than happy to explain the minor flaw in Bill's earthly philosophy: it wasn't the fact that he robbed banks that was bad, it was that he was robbing the wrong banks. If Bill had fallen in with the right crowd, he could have been pointed to places where the expression of his art would have actually benefited humanity. Of course, Janus was apologetic about how remiss his Servitors had been about this (these things unfortunately happen in Wartime, but that's no real excuse): still, better late than never, huh?

Well, now Bill's back, and robbing the right banks this time. Banks that connive at laundering drug money. Banks that deliberately and immorally foreclose on small businessmen and farms. Banks that are wholly owned and operated by Mammon's (or some other Prince's) organization. Banks, in short, that have incurred the wrath of Heaven in general and Janus in particular: Bill gets his assignment, cases the joint, then goes to work.

The keynote to Bill's operation is meticulous planning: the Saint is willing to spend as long as it takes to know, down in his bones, the layout and routine of a place. When he was alive, Bill was an early user of what a later generation would call 'social engineering': he specialized in getting in by showing people what they expected to see. He sees no reason why he should change tactics (for one thing, it's a blessed sight safer for any innocent bystanders): after all, he can change his face and fingerprints at will now. On those occasions where a good gift of gab won't be enough, Janus has thoughtfully provided the Saint with access to all sorts of specialists: nice kids, even if they can't stick around for long.

Bill's a charismatic sort of fellow: even Servitors of Trade (who can be universally counted on to look upon his work with grave reservations) have to admit that he's personally charming. Good dresser, too. He actually wouldn't mind too much working for Trade - from Bill's point of view, he's fighting those who would make a mockery of the Word - but that isn't too likely. Janus did offer to do a couple of joint missions, but Marc's only response was horrified laughter. This disappoints the Saint, but what can you do?

Unlike his living days, Bill never goes for armed robbery anymore (even then, he was usually quietly terrified that he'd actually have to fire a gun someday). Nighttime robberies are much more fun, anyway - not as much fun as making sure that the ensuing police investigation and/or financial audit reveals details that crooked bank officials would rather not have revealed, but then, what is? The Saint is starting to think that these computers have real possibilities, too: he's starting to take a few lessons along those lines. He's unlikely to ever end up exclusively concentrating on cracking electronic accounts, though: he's a bit old-fashioned, and honestly prefers to crack actual safes.

After all, that's where the money is.