Col. Brody Block

Age: 50s

Appearance: tall, stocky, gray crew-cut, several oddly shaped scars (notably a mishappen crisscross over one eye). Normally wears no military insignia beyond a shiny gold closed book, basically giving him clearence to everything on sight, but apparently owns dozens or hundreds of medals. ALWAYS YELLS WHEN HE TALKS!

Fav Thing: coffee, cigars, scotch, war stories, training, Mrs. Block, being in the thick of it, America

Weapon of Choice: His G.D. hands, Thunderbolt 20.0 ITCHI A.P.E.

What We Know: If what Block says is true (there's little to refute him, besides history and logic), he has suffered two heart attacks, both of which were while fighting werewolves and neither of which stopped him from killing them. Block is involved in a number of secret agencies, and is more or less the highest ranking military officer there is, or at least with the most clearance. He's served with Parker's grandfather, and is the head of Operations Blue and Red book, at the very least, handling wizards and mad sceintists. He had a monster named Mr Creepyface that encouraged him into his manly state of being when he was a boy, who left when he managed to get into the army.

Personality: Block is larger than life, loud and in your face and utterly fearless. Because if he doesn't have clearance or clout enough to shoo you away, he's got the muscle and decades of service training to do it. He takes crap from nobody but the president herself, even if she's got lady parts all of a sudden. Stands up for his species (AMERICAN!) with pride, and while always harsh and loud, he's very parternal and protective of what's his. Won't shed a tear over a fallen solider, but he'll drink one extra for them that night. Has a chubby wife, is aggressively patriotic, has punched Santa Claus in the face on at least one occasion, and doesn't mind how if you get the job done, but he'll box your ears in if you outright disobey him. Fortunately, he's pretty pleased to find he can do whatever he pleases with Operation Black Book, his personal strike force of monster kids and personal robot armor suits, and that means being able to tell the MIB suits to shove it and leave the paperwork to one Miss Heather Hughes.

FEET: 4 (P.E. +3, Kicking +2, Dodge +2, IT’S NOT RETREAT, IT’S A TACTICAL REPOSITIONING! +5) GUTS: 5 (Wind +1, Courage +5, I GET SCARIER THINGS THAN YOU FREE WITH MY BREAKFAST CEREAL! +5) HANDS: 4 (Punching +2, MOVE OVER SOLDIER, LET THE OLD MAN DRIVE! +5) BRAINS: 3 (Out-Think +4, Remember +2, THIS REMINDS ME OF THE BATTLE OF MEATGRINDER HILL! +5) FACE: 3 (Putdown +5, Connive +3, YOU MAGGOTS BETTER LISTEN AND LISTEN GOOD! +5)

Relationships: Mrs. Block (“YES DEAR, I WILL REMEMBER TO PICK UP MILK!”) 2, This Great Nation (“LOVE IT OR GET THE HECK OUT!”) 2, His Men (“YOU’RE ALL LIKE SONS TO ME! EVEN YOU WOMEN! UNGRATEFUL AND UNAPPRECIATIVE SONS!”) 2, Mr. Creepyface, the Long-Lost Childhood Friend (“SIGH! WHERE DID I PUT MY SCOTCH?”)