Meet the Pre-Generated Characters for the Beyond the Veil Prologue

Jump straight into the action with our pre-generated characters for the Beyond the Veil Prologue. Designed to get you playing quickly, each character has a rich backstory, personal motivations, and a hint of the supernatural. Whether you’re a curious librarian, a hardened firefighter, or a sceptical beekeeper, these characters are ready to confront the unknown.

Read on to meet the team and prepare for a game of dark mysteries.

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From left to right: Bob, Maria, Floyd, Amaya, Robbie, Gee-Gee

Introducing Amaya

Amaya Berghartt loved the library, it was a quiet fortress, a place to quietly contemplate the mysteries of the universe in the morning, shelve books throughout the day and indulge her own interests and theories. She had always known there was more than the general populace were told but could never prove it. At least she had the sanctuary of her library, it was her safe place.

The lights had changed everything. Three years ago, while working out in the garden one dusk, she'd looked up and seen them. Bright white orbs that zigzagged through the sky seemingly at random but always staying in close proximity with each other. No engine noise. No explanation. Just motion and silence and a million questions left unanswered.

Ever since that fateful night nothing has felt the same, even her beloved library has shadows that move on the edge of vision, or strange whispers from areas she knows to be empty of life. Even the most mundane of occurrences have taken on a sinister twist in the young woman’s mind; the crow that has followed her home two nights in a row, the man who showed up at her house claiming to be from the ‘Specialist Publishers Society’, the unsolicited phone calls veiled in static in the dead of night.

The world was wider, weirder, and far more real than she'd ever feared, or hoped.

Introducing Maria

<<Access Granted>>

The words flickered on the screen, the command line finally rewarding her for the hours of careful probing. Maria Barbosa lit her third cigarette of the hour and exhaled into the cold glow of the four screens surrounding her self-styled ‘command station’. Leaning back with a satisfied smile, she snatched up the battered hip flask from beside the keyboard and took a quick swig of the strong liquor within. The only thing she had left from a family she never really knew, the flask was her one connection to this incessant drive for truth. The state claimed she was abandoned, left home alone by parents who couldn’t sustain her but she knew better, they’d been taken… they had to have been, the authorities arrived before she’d even woken up that next morning, all of her parents belongings exactly where they should have been.

Refocusing on the task at hand her hands flew across the keyboard, she was halfway into a private server labeled [Project Starlight] when the lights flickered. Not unusual. The building was ancient and the wiring a disaster. What was unusual was the sudden hum, low and wrong… Then the screens went black.

One by one, they blinked back on, only now showing video feeds she hadn’t accessed; static-laced video of dense forests, eyes reflecting in infrared. A figure with no face standing under an awning. A dark shape dragging something too large into a cave.

She froze. This wasn’t an archive. It was real-time unlisted camera feeds she’d somehow tapped into. Maria didn’t believe in much. Ghost stories were for gullible people. UFO sightings? Always lens flare. Everything can be explained if you have the data. Slowly she took another sip from her flask and slowly stubbed out the cigarette. One by one the feeds went dark, the command line returning once more, only this time the words read simply: <<We’ll be in touch>>

Introducing Robbie

A long time member of Vulpes Gym, Robbie Harding is something of a legendary figure amongst his peers. Despite working hard, eating well, and doing all of the right things his slender frame never seems to add any bulk. Never one to be beaten by genetics, however, Robbie doesn’t give up; enduring the good natured but often cutting jibes from his fellow gym-goers he sticks to his regime, sure that it will pay off eventually.

“Hey Rob, can I speak to you for a min?” called Harvey Vulpes one evening. Son of the original founder and lifelong member, Harvey was not your traditional ‘meathead’ gym obsessive. Similar to Robbie his build is slight but with a terrifying strength that belies his physique, benching double what Robbie can without breaking a sweat.

The pair have often spent time discussing routines and diet in the office behind the reception area so this was nothing new. Entering the room and closing the door behind him, however, Robbie could sense that this time was different. Harvey was pacing like a caged animal behind his desk, hands clasped behind his back contemplatively.

“Harv, you a’rite mate?” Robbie asks nervously, his friends eyes snapping suddenly in his direction… and what was that? Robbie was sure he caught an amber flash in the man’s eyes. “Yeah, I’m good, look I don’t normally do this but you’ve been coming here for years buddy and your numbers never change. I was wondering if you might like help…” Robbie cuts him off, a shocked look on his face, “Steroids? Are you kidding me, no way, I didn’t think you’d be…”, Harvey is already waving his hands placatingly, “Nothing like that, c’mon, you know me, I was thinking of a personal trainer or something… forget it, it was a dumb idea, you know what you are doing.”

Later that night, back home and wondering what all that was about Robbie couldn’t stop picturing that amber flash in Harvey’s eyes…

Outside an abnormally large fox stands in the shadows of a nearby treeline, watching Robbie’s house, head tilted in seeming sentient deliberation.

Introducing GeeGee 

GeeGee Smithson never looked like a thief. Her youthful face, pretty eyes with Disney princess-like lashes, and the soft-spoken sweetness of someone who said “gosh” unironically. Polite and unassuming people never looked at her twice with anything even amounting to suspicion. By night, however, GeeGee was nimble and quiet, a cat burglar who moved through upscale homes like a shadow. She was smart too, smart enough to never take much; a bit of jewellery here, a small amount of cash there, and just occasionally an antique for her private collection of trophies. 

Operating in the dead of night more often than not, she wasn’t a stranger to the tricks a mind could play on a person. Figures seen in her peripheral vision turned out to be coat stands, rustling noises and scratching sounds just the family pet, even the hairs on the back of her neck standing suddenly to attention the manifestation of her own instinct for when a homeowner returns early or gets out of bed during one of her ‘visits’.

Tonight was no different, an easy mark of a house. An upmarket Edwardian terraced house with no lights on and no security system. A strange silence wrapped around the house like a held breath. It was almost too easy. Slipped through a first-floor window, GeeGee landed softly in an upstairs study. Looking around for valuables her eyes were immediately drawn to an eerie painting of a Victorian-era matriarch, her stern eyes doing that frustrating ‘follow you everywhere’ thing. Slipping across the room she ignored the woman’s glare and casually swung the painting away on the all too obvious hinges to reveal the expected safe beyond. 

Pressing her ear to the cold metal she listened intently for the sounds of tumblers falling into place as she expertly cracked the safe… that’s when she heard it… a faint buzz just on the edge of hearing.

GeeGee froze. Flying insects were her one and only fear, whether it was bees or moths, just anything with wings and an unpredictable flight path freaked her out. She stopped and listened again… there it was again, ever so quiet but definitely real, and another now, closer still. ‘Nope’ she thought to herself as she abandoned the job and headed towards the window to make her exit.

With a sad look over her shoulder she swung one leg over the sill ready to leave, then she saw it, a small dark speck coming under the door of the study… the another, and another. As she watched in horror more came into view, some through the keyhole too now. With the first one taking to the air, GeeGee wasted no more time in reaching the ground floor and rushing away from the house. Not looking back, hoping nothing was following her, she almost had a heart attack when the window slammed shut behind her.

Introducing Floyd

Floyd Luther never told anyone about the ghosts. It had started just after the accident seven years ago; with third-degree burns on his right arm, smoke in his lungs, and four minutes without a heartbeat he was almost a goner. They had pulled him back, however, but ever since he’d been cursed with some kind of ‘spirit sight’.

At first, he thought it was stress. Faces in the station kitchen that vanished when he blinked. Strangers in scorched clothes nodding at him from the crowd during calls. They never spoke or hung around for long, they just looked at him, expressions of sorrow etched onto their scorched and burned faces. It was like they were waiting for something.

Once he’d accepted his new ability, Floyd soon learned the trick. If he focused, if he let himself fall into that half-space between attention and instinct he could bring the strange visitors into view, as clear as the living. He kept it to himself though. Better to be seen as the quiet guy who feared dogs (a leftover from a childhood trauma) than the firefighter who saw ghosts in the smoke.

Then came the apartment block fire. An inferno late one night, the kind of call that every firefighter dreads. The fire had started low down in the building and spread rapidly, cutting off exits for many of the domiciles. Battling through the flames on the third-floor, Floyd had just breached an apartment, calling out for any inhabitants. He turned his head and saw a woman standing untouched by flame, cradling a child, blinking confusedly at the burning world around her. Ghost, he figured. Another lost one. Turning to leave, continuing the search for actual survivors, he was shocked to hear the woman cry out… they’ve never done that before, he thought before the shocking reality hit him, the pair were alive.

Rushing in he checked for hazards before guiding them back out into the stairwell, a chain of firefighters ready to get them out of the building. “Anyone else in there?” he shouted above the cracking fire and splintering of a building struggling to hold itself together. The woman shook her head and was pulled away but the boy caught his attention, the terror in his eyes normal for the situation but with a depth of horror that belied his age. As they left the boy pointed to the apartment, nothing more than that, but enough for Floyd.

Entering once more Floyd looked around, his curiosity piqued, and it didn’t take long to understand the boy’s terror. The flames were hiding something… no, some ‘things’. Shapes in the fire. Long-limbed, too many joints, watching from the corners of the flame. Sensing they had his attention, the beings scuttled away like insects made of ash and sparks, the flames dying down almost immediately.

Reflecting on the call over the coming days Floyd could only assume that revealing their presence was a warning, or maybe a cry for help… he just didn’t know, if only he could communicate with this strange new world he had found himself the centre of.

Introducing Bob

Bob Bateman was many things; retired banker, amateur poet, and now a full-time beekeeper with more hives than friends. His vision had faded over the years, the world softening into suggestion and shadow. But out here, in the hills behind his rural cottage, sight mattered less than sound. He knew the bees by their hum. Each hive had its own song, reflecting the personality of the Queen and her drones within.

Having flipped between cynical scepticism and true believer on a whim his entire life, Bob wasn’t opposed to embracing the possibility of the unknown mysteries of the universe around him. So when he found Hive Thirteen missing he wasn’t sure whether to suspect theft or something more sinister in nature. With the meadow largely intact, however, theft seemed unlikely. The culprit would need a vehicle and the appropriate people power to be able to lift a heavy hive, not an easy feat, nor particularly a profitable one.

Looking around the area for clues Bob discovered that other than the small square of dead grass where the hive had once stood, the only trampled flora had come from his own passage. A rational man with a good education grounded in pure mathematics, Bob was stumped, assuming he must have missed something with his failing vision. Resolving to come out tonight and see if the thief returned for another hive he headed home for the rest of the day, trying to puzzle out the events and come to some kind of sensible conclusion.

Unbeknownst to Bob and several fields away, a disgruntled farmer was on the phone to the police complaining about a large patch of wheat that had been seemingly targeted by arsonists. The culprits had burned a large circular patch of crops for no apparent reason and, even more strange, had left the remnants of what appeared to be an old bee hive near the centre of the patch… probably bored local kids surmised the officer who eventually attended.