Deadman i lay the blame for this story completely at your feet as my head would not let the idea go.
It is rules light as i am still mainly in the ideas portion of character creation less the crunch. This is my first attempt at writing down a character origin so blame that if it is bad. and no it isn't meant to be a full character just the origin.
And yes Joe in my real name, and yes this is me in the dresdenverse, don't give me that look, you've all done it.
High Concept: the Lord’s Janitor
Trouble: Cannot turn down a cry for help
Quote: “Someone has to clean up the mess the Heavy Hitters leave behind”
When Joe first got hired to do be a janitor at the local precinct he thought it would be as dull as every other maintenance job he had ever had. He was proven wrong when he was assigned to the Special Investigations Unit. Always a fan of myths and ghost stories he thrilled at the case files he would hear discussed while taking out the trash or mopping the floor. Joe laughed with the rest of them as he went about his duties, these stories couldn’t possibly be real especially since it was nothing like what they actually reported to their superior officers. He went through his days enjoying these tales of fancy, until of course the day of the Hell-poodle. To be fair the small man carrying the oversized case containing the toy poodle had told the officers it was possessed, just no one believed him until it grew three times it’s size and started to breath fire. As the monster chased people into the back rooms it, like seemingly everyone else, had ignored Joe and forgotten he was there. The stairwell was right there, he could be free and clear before the thing finished it’s meal…
Never a religious man, Joe still believed in a higher power and as he unscrewed the mop handle he prayed “Lord, give me the strength to do what I must.” And as he charged through the door to where the hell spawn was feasting the Lord answered. Wreathed in silver flame he drove the poodle away from the innocents with sharp cracks of his impromptu staff and as he cornered the beast he leveled the staff and simply said “bad doggy” as it was engulfed in a gout of flame.
Aspect gained: So help me God, it’s all real.
