Maisie Sinclair

Player: ch00bakka

Position: Occult Historian/Magical Dabbler (Omega-5)

Demeanor: Gregarious, although she sometimes burns out and needs to take a quick break from others. Has an excellent deadpan and loves just making shit up, especially about her area of expertise; usually fixes people's misconceptions before they can embarrass themselves.

Nature: Pretty much obsessed with magic. Maisie would do almost anything to be able to cast spells, but nothing she's tried has ever worked for her and the Foundation picked her up before the GOC so she missed that boat. The next best thing is studying the history and theory of magic, and she throws herself into that with gusto; when she's fixated on a project, she finds it hard to talk about anything else (which makes her seem very quiet on the occasions that nobody around is cleared for what she's studying). She hates being totally alone for long stretches of time, and has on a number of occasions dragged people down into the depths of the archives to keep her company while she works.

Description: Short, about 5'4". Stocky, but not overweight. White; pale skin with lots of freckles. Dyed-black hair, cut short (her natural hair color is light brown). Round glasses, slightly too big for her face, or prescription aviator sunglasses she thinks make her look like a real secret agent. A Glasgow accent that's been eroded over time (she's lived in southern England and then in the US since grad school).

She has one work outfit, with slight variations: white button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, black jeans, and some tacky occult-themed tie. When she has to dress up—presenting on her parahistorical findings, someone important visiting the archives, interacting with civilians—she swaps the jeans for slacks, rolls down her sleeves, and puts on a blazer. The ties stay tacky and occult unless absolutely necessary. If she's in relaxation mode, the button-up and tie come off, leaving a white tshirt or tank top. Always the same pair of black army surplus combat boots.

A few tattoos, usually not visible: a small Thelemite hexagram on her right upper arm, a Chaostar between her shoulder blades, and the Magician from the Rider-Waite tarot deck on her left calf.


  • Physical Health: 11
  • Mental Health: 11
  • Strength: 1
    • Athletics
    • Melee
    • Ranged (heavy)
  • Toughness: 1
    • Resilience
    • Determination
    • Antipsychic
  • Speed: 0
    • Acrobatics
    • Stealth
    • Ranged
  • Charm: 1
    • Persuasion
    • Bluff
    • Intimidation
  • Intelligence: 2
    • Perception
    • Insight
    • Logic
  • Education: 3
    • Science
    • Engineering
    • History
    • Survival
    • Medicine
  • Secret Histories: 2. From her early obsession with the history of (mundane) occultism and secret societies, to her current employment as a researcher and historian for the Foundation, Maisie has always searched for the mystic truth hidden behind the available facts. Her specialty is the occult history of Renaissance Europe, but she’s familiar with the secret version of everything from the Roman Empire to World War II. Instead of rolling History, Maisie can roll 4df+2+Education to know historical facts that are not part of the consensus historical record, for whatever reason.
  • Wannabe Wizard: 2. Maisie's never successfully done any real magic, but that hasn't stopped her from trying. Most of what she's tried has been bullshit—Thelema, Wicca, Chaos Magick, et cetera—and the rest has been flawed versions of the real stuff, or techniques she just can't do for whatever reason. And her clearance level isn't high enough that the Foundation would even let her learn real Thaumatology anyway. Regardless of her ability to practice real magic, she's well-studied in a variety of far-flung mystic traditions, and can tell what kind of magic is in front of her. + 2 to Logic rolls to identify the magical or religious tradition that a particular artifact or ritual comes from.
  • Glasgow Kiss: 2. You can take the girl out of Glasgow, but you can't take the Glasgow out of the girl. Growing up with three rowdy brothers, Maisie learned how to escape from a grapple—not by slipping out of the hold, but by kicking the shit out of the person holding her until they let her go. Her favorite technique is the so-called "Glasgow Kiss": a swift headbutt to the nose. +2 to Melee against an enemy that has grabbed her.
  • Trust Me, I'm An Expert: 2. Maisie knows a lot of shit about a lot of shit. She also loves to make up shit about that shit. And people love to believe that shit. +2 to Bluff rolls that rely on her having specialized knowledge about history and/or the occult.


  • Black messenger bag, filled with:
    • Waterproof notebooks
    • Red, black, and blue pens and permanent markers
    • Cigarettes, Zippo lighter, & a flask of scotch
    • Pepper spray
    • Rider-Waite Tarot deck
    • Small flashlight
    • VERITAS device
    • Salt packets, silver shavings, pocket bible and garlic powder ("Better safe than sorry!")
  • A big fuckoff knife that her oldest brother gave her for her 16th birthday, in a boot sheath.
  • A Foundation-issued light pistol, in a shoulder holster.


  • A small library, mostly books on history, magic, and the history of magic.
  • A collection of tacky occult-themed ties, some custom-made (highlights: Aleister Crowley's face; one of each of the Major Arcana; several Goetic seals).
  • Half a dozen bottles of scotch, most of them fairly cheap (and one of them VERY nice—a present from her family when she got her Master's, still unopened after five years)
  • A number of other tarot decks, including the Crowley-Thoth and the Tarot of Marseilles.
  • Cheap record player and a small collection of records—mostly punk, with some synth-pop stuff and some harder rock.

Personal History:

Maisie Danielle Sinclair was born in Glasgow, Scotland in 1953. Her parents were relatively well-off; her father, Andrew, was a foreman at a furniture factory, and her mother, Annabelle, was a secretary at a banking firm. She had three brothers, two of them older, Bob and Andrew Junior—Drew to his friends and family—and one younger, David. In 1966, when Maisie was in primary school, the factory her father worked at shut down, and he lost his job; Annabelle pulled some strings to get him a job as a janitor in her office, and Bob and Drew, who were both done with school, took odd jobs to supplement their parents' income. Maisie—at her parents' urging—focused on her education, and was accepted by Sommerville College, Oxford in 1971 with a full scholarship.

At college, Maisie fell in love with history, the occult, and women, in that order. Her first ever class at Oxford was Renaissance History, with a professor who seemed to know every gritty detail about the sordid lives of the Borgias and the Medicis; by the end of the first term, she knew exactly what she wanted to devote her studies to. Her first brush with the occult was during Christmas break that same year, when she was deep in the library perusing medieval grimoires for a research project; she came upon an article that offhandedly mentioned modern continuations of the magical traditions she was studying, and got hooked pretty quickly on Wicca, then Thelema. Realizing that she was gay took a little longer, but after a failed relationship with a man she was only dating because of his supposed mystical prowess she finally understood that she just was not into men.

She stayed at Oxford for graduate school, writing a Master's thesis on alchemy and hermeticism. While she worked on that, she was also following up on some other research; she had noticed some inconsistencies in historical documents, places where it looked like events had been deliberately covered up or edited. At first it seemed like she was just imagining things, but after a deep delve into the archives of the Bodleian, she found the truth: evidence not just of significant magical activity throughout history, but of a comprehensive coverup, beginning in the 19th century. She held on to these results until 1978, when she got her degree, and took a year off before starting a PhD program; when she tried to publish her findings, she was quietly approached by a Foundation recruiter, who gave her the choice between employment and amnesia. She chose employment, and was given a job as a researcher and archivist at a storage site on the East Coast of the US. She was transferred to Omega-5 recently, and she's not sure why; she's worried that someone thinks she's a real thaumaturge, not a totally mundane chaos magician.


Lesbian. Light smoker (tobacco only, since the Foundation presumably drug tests its personnel), occasional heavy drinker.

Has a lot of planned tattoos—she probably won't be satisfied until she's gotten everything except her hands and head/neck covered in ink. Would also have lots of planned piercings, if a CERTAIN secret organization didn't have REGULATIONS about that sort of thing.

Speaks English, Scots ("It's not the same language! You try talkin' English in Glasgow, see how it goes for you!"), French, and a tiny bit of Italian; can read Latin and Ancient Greek.


  • VERITAS: An improvement on 1950s Foundation tech, this VERITAS is more powerful than predecessors but also in the form of a hand-held counter rather than a head-mounted display. Can give readings of background levels of thaumic radiation (which, sadly, only covers a certain subsection of anomalies) and tell you if an EVE-manipulator is a reality warper, thaumaturge, or neither given a biological sample.


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