As mentioned, Lincoln Morrow (Agent GEIER, if applicable) works for the Smithsonian Institution; specifically, the Smithsonian Libraries and Archives and the Museum Conservation Institute. He catalogues, restores, records and researches rare books, documents and manuscripts, with a specialty in the morbid subject of books bound in human skin. As part of this, he also works in the care of human remains in museum keeping, and their repatriation to their native cultures when applicable.
The key skills (50%+) he brings to the team: Anthropology and History. With honourable mentions (40%+) for Bureaucracy, Comp Sci, Bookbinding, Drive, Occult, Persuade, Biology, Genetics, and being able to speak and read Latin, Greek and French. Bit of a science and humanities dilettante rather than a specialist. Not much of a fighter, beyond the basic Delta Green weapons training.
Background: His first contact with the Program was when a group of menacing government agents approached him in his lab, asking him to identify the material that a book in their possession was bound with. Lincoln found that the odd, slippery, scaly leather had human DNA - but also DNA from some sort of unidentifiable marine organism. This seemed to grimly satisfy the agents, who vanished after warning him to stay silent about the encounter.
His second contact was just a few days later. Those same agents returned - minus a member, looking injured and harried. This time they had bought a stack of pages and what was clearly a freshly flensed sheet of tattooed human skin, still warm and supple. They demanded Lincoln prepare and bind the pages in the skin. He obviously balked at this horrifying, insanely illegal order, and got a gun pressed under his jaw as the agents tersely explained the situation:
The person whose previously owned this skin did something unthinkable and summoned something worse than you can possibly imagine in the Chesapeake Bay. To banish what they called up we need to reverse the ritual using a book bound in the operator's hide. Now change your pants, stop sobbing and do as you're told. You're embarrassing yourself.
So Lincoln did what they instructed. The fragments of text he was able to translate as he worked on tanning the skin, cutting, stitching and gluing the pages and assembling the book convinced him of the hideous truth of what they were saying more than their threats or bleak pragmatism. Once he was done, the agents again vanished, and hours after sunrise that morning he received a visit at home from their leader.
You saved half of Delaware and Maryland from being fucked to death last night. How would you like to do it again? The mission's not over while the world's still spinning.
Magic was real. Creatures outside the scope of evolutionary science existed. Half the books he had spent his life studying were potential unexploded unnatural ordinance. How could he say no?
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