Warlocke Zagor, telepathic criminal ex-psychologist

A cross between House, Cracker and Maturin, but he's better-groomed than any of them.
Tallish, thin, grey hair, goatee, penetrating stare.

* Skills

Superb (+5)  : Empathy
Great (+4)   : Resolve, Deceit 
Good (+3)    : Intimidation, Investigation, Bureaucracy 
Fair (+2)    : Rapport, Psychic, Primitive, Resources
Average (+1) : Socializing, Art, Alertness, Academics, Stealth

* Boons

1. Telepathy. Reads feelings all the time, and with concentration, precise thoughts.
2. "Stop saying that!" Can find and press people's hot buttons. Use Empathy as a social attack.
3. Sense of Impending Violence. Knows when things are about to turn nasty. [but what bonus?]
4. Little Book of Blackmail. Knows dirty secrets about a number of noble houses.
5. "Luckily I prepared for this eventuality..." Has several anonymous accounts and false identities.

* Backstory

Until not so long ago Zagor had a lucrative consulting role as a criminal psychologist. He'd be
called in to get under the defendant's skin and dig up the dirt in cases of fraud, corruption,
treason, blackmail, grand larceny and the like. He was famed for his ability to make absolutely
anybody crack, and confess either to the crime they were accused of, or in many cases something
completely different but equally scandalous. He attributed this merely to perseverance and good
training until he met an alien named Sucsamad ot Daor.

Sucsamad was friendly and cooperative but had difficulty with the human concept of "language".
"I could make you understand," the alien said, "but I am under an ethical constraint."

"What we require is the truth," Zagor said, "not ethics. If you can make me understand, you must."

"It shall be as you say," Sucsamad said, and using an ability common to its race but rare in
humans, unlocked the latent psychic abilities in Zagor's mind.

Zagor quickly came to realise that his instinct for psychoanalysis had been due to this latent
ability. Now fully telepathic, he could become even more successful, but he also realised that
his entire career was a sham. He had thought of himself as a force for good, ferreting out the
traitors and deviants to keep the Empire pure and stable; but the truth was, *everybody* had an
angle that could be exploited to crush them. There was no "good" side to the Empire at all,
just people with more or less power and influence, jockeying for position. Disgusted with the
empire and with himself, he abandoned his consultancy and set off to see the "barbaric" outer
reaches with his own newly-opened eyes. Maybe he'll find some real good, or real evil, or both.

He covered his tracks carefully to avoid any bureaucratic interference -- hitching a ride on a
trading ship of dubious legality rather than taking one of the usual space-liners -- but keeps
a few numbered accounts stocked with credits for emergencies.

He isn't trained in hi-tech weapons, but is a sneaky and ruthless opponent at close quarters,
having had to defend himself against enraged interviewees on numerous occasions.