Joyce Reids

Player: Hibou

Position: Applied Statistics and Macroanomalies Researcher

Demeanor: Amicable, polite, and with a sense of humor.

Nature: Thoroughly dedicated to those who she knows and trusts. Not the kind to mince words when she can afford it, not out of a desire to be mean but in order to avoid any kind of misinterpretation. Can be headstrong, and stubborn to a fault if she thinks she's in the right.

Description: Joyce is somewhere in her early-mid 30s, with curly reddish brown hair that is usually tied back into a barely contained ponytail. She's nearly six feet tall, broad shouldered, strong backed, and frequently sports a smile that says she knows it. Her eyes are a rich amber color, and she has freckles running from her forehead to well past her neck. Her voice has a ragged edge that comes out the most when she yells. When she smiles or laughs small wrinkles appear near the corners of her eyes and across her cheeks. It's unclear if this is from age or spending too long in the sun. Probably both.


  • Physical Health: 15
  • Mental Health: 15
  • Strength:
    • Athletics
    • Melee
    • Ranged (heavy)
  • Toughness: 2
    • Resilience
    • Determination
    • Antipsychic
  • Speed: 1
    • Acrobatics
    • Stealth
    • Ranged
  • Charm: 1
    • Persuasion
    • Bluff
    • Intimidation
  • Intelligence: 2
    • Perception
    • Insight
    • Logic
  • Education: 2
    • Science
    • Engineering
    • History
    • Survival
    • Medicine
  • Total Recall: 2. The heart of statistical modeling is good data. As such, Joyce has spent the better part of two decades reading every kind of academic text she can get her hands on. A lot of the facts she comes across get lost to the background fuzz of memory, but every once in a while something will arise that might be of use. [Grants +2 to any SCI, ENG, or SURV roll, twice per mission. Cannot apply to anything considered fringe/occult/anomalous, or a skill that requires practice like surgery or musical performance.]
  • LA-2Y Eye: 4. Joyce's pride and joy is her portable Doppler scanner. A relic of her days chasing storms, thanks to some help from her cohorts at the UIU it's been miniaturized to fit in a backpack. It looks like a circular saw with the blade replaced by a soccer ball made of stretched canvas. Using a screen attached to the side she can produce a 3D mapping of the area in a radius of 15 feet around her. The machine itself takes time to map, and is incredibly power hungry, using specially designed batteries to function. [Joyce has a portable scanner that see through matter up to 15 feet away from it. Any enemies in this range lose their stealth bonus and are marked. If something is invisible but not intangible, it will show up on the scan. Takes a turn to use, and has 2 charges per mission.]
  • Hunker Down: 2. During her time in the UIU Joyce was usually in remote, rural areas poking in places she shouldn't be. This normally isn't a big issue, but when you combine crazy locals with possible anomalies, it can mean trouble. And when backup is 3 hours away by helicopter (assuming she can even convince them to bring the helicopter) it means mastering the delicate art of not getting shot. [Joyce must declare use of this skill at the start of the turn. She cannot attack during this turn, but can move to a piece of waist-high or higher cover and take +2 RES to incoming ranged attacks.]


  • S&W Model 13 that she refers to as her "cowboy gun"
  • A heavy binder filled with numerous papers and maps she's collected over the years
  • Swiss Army knife
  • Extra socks
  • Flashlight
  • Gauze roll
  • Notebook and pen, in a waterproof sleeve
  • Box of matches
  • Reading glasses


  • Several cardboard boxes full of requisitioned books, declassified case files, scientific journals, and other reading material. It lacks any organizational system.
  • A few framed photos of family and friends from college.
  • A corkboard with a map of North America pinned to it.

Personal History:

Joyce Reids was born to John and Ana Reids on August 2nd, 1951. Her father was a Navy officer, and her mother was a seamstress. They lived in a small suburban home in Reserve, Louisiana, just outside of New Orleans. She and her two brothers spent their entire childhood lives there, however her father was frequently absent on account of his work. That left her to assist her mother in maintaining control over the household. She grew up quickly.

Even so, the stormy months of the region left a remarkable impact on her young mind. She spent many nights watching the swirling clouds overhead, filled with wonder and a deep desire to know more. With her diploma just barely in her hands, she was off to Texas to study the winds and rains.

Climatology was a still growing field there, but there was no shortage of things to study. She constantly found reasons to go on excursions to the coast and the plains to gather data on all manner of both benign and severe weather. Every June, she would pack a small weather station into the back of her truck and go out, looking for the kind of trouble that was liable to throw a hailstone through her windshield. Some time in July, 1975, she had managed to track down a massive storm cell that had seemingly materialized out of nowhere over the northern Panhandle. Unbeknownst to her, she had located a side effect of a thaumatological event happening near its center. What she did note were the colors, patterns of lightning, the way it burned runes into the grassland beneath it. Her report was thorough, with remarkable insights into the long-term implications of what she was calling a 'parastorm', including corroborating details she'd found deep in the archives from other reports in the region. Unsurprisingly, hers was taken as complete fallacy by nearly everyone she knew. The report was never published, and her academic reputation was ruined.

It wasn't until a few weeks later that someone started to believe her. The UIU had their finger on the academic pulse for some time now, and had taken an interest with her studies. In exchange for giving her resources and a place to work, she would agree to wipe the report from any and all records. Except for their own, of course.

Over the better part of a decade, she worked at the UIU as something of a consultant. Her climatological knowledge afforded her a strong control over statistical modeling, which she used liberally to analyze what they were referring to as 'macroscopic paranormal effects'. What that meant was large-scale systems analysis, tracing effects over long distances, spying epicenters and eyes of the storm.

It involved field work. A lot of field work. By 1983 she and her pickup had crossed the continental US about a half dozen times, the back of which was laden with scanners and sensors of every variety, and her passenger seat converted into a loose archive of obscure papers and copies of academic texts. She favored a holistic approach, which meant pulling related, unrelated, and entirely unaccounted for data to seek connections. It was time consuming, complicated, and frequently expensive, but it got results. At least, until the fiscal quarter rolled over. The FBI was looking for budget cuts, and decided they couldn't afford her any longer. Thankfully, an organization they had worked with before was willing to pick her up. In the spring of 1984, Joyce moved to Nevada to start work for the SCP Foundation.


  • Fluent in English and Cajun French, with a good understanding of standard French.
  • Surprisingly competent behind the wheel. Not afraid to take it off road.


  • TBD



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