Phillip Gibbs

Cynical Chain-Smoking Journalist




Assess Honesty – 3
Bargain – 1
Bureaucracy – 1
Credit Rating – 3
Cop Talk – 3
Evidence Collection – 3
Flattery – 3
Forensics – 1
Languages – 2
Library Use – 2
Locksmith – 1
Oral History – 2
Photography – 1
Reassurance – 4
Streetwise – 1


Athletics – 2
Conceal – 2
Disguise – 6
Driving – 2
Filch – 2
Firearms – 5
First Aid – 4
Fleeing – 8
Psychoanalysis – 3
Sense Trouble – 5
Shadowing – 8
Stealth – 8


+2 Unspecified


Curiosity: When confronted by a mystery, you can’t help but investigate. Damn the risks, there’s something going on here and you’re going to figure it out! If you don’t, it will just drive you crazy worrying about it.


  • Devout Roman Catholic
  • The Value Of A Stiff Upper Lip


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Webley No 1 Mk IV .455 SAA Revolver 6 $25 +1 Damage
Gas Mask - $5

The son of a civil servant and a journalist and author of a decidedly liberal bent, Phillip Gibbs was one of the first journalists on the Western Front after the outbreak of hostilities between the Entente and Central Powers. The War Office, disliking his harsh portrayal of the realities of men slowly rotting in the stinking mud of the front, recalled him after he refused to submit to censorship. Gibbs further refused to return home, doing so only after he was arrested and forcibly shipped back to England.

He caved to the War Department’s demands upon his return, and upon some quick talking and deeply persuasive argumentation was accredited as a War Correspondent for the Daily Telegraph and Daily Chronicle, then sent back to the Western Front. Since then he has channeled his frustration with the censorship of the War Office into a prodigious output of newspaper articles and even books. He flits around the Front, a thin figure wrapped in a greatcoat, seeking to document and remember the horrors of this war to end all wars. He must remember, so that when this is over and the censorship is lifted he can tell England how it came to be that a generation was lost.

What he saw in the war affected him greatly. Though he tried to forget about the horrors that he saw at Military Hospital #5 and the cult that tried to bring about the end of the world by summoning the Pharaoh of a Thousand Ravens, he never could. He wrote a book on the Great War, Generation Lost (1920), but could never write another. Spending the last of his funds, he took a ship to Shanghai where he has spent the last 4 years working as an importer of opium. Though he makes good money, a lot of it is spent on opium which is the only thing he has found to allow him to forget, if temporary, the horrors of that Spring of 1917.

Phillip Gibbs

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