Board Thread:Role Ideas (Mafia)/@comment-39468482-20190514220241

Immunities:
Attack: None

Defense: None

Special:
Mafia chat & becomes Mafioso when Mafia Killing are dead.

Ability Stats:
Type:

Information

Unique (Amne is able to remember- but there can only be one at a time)

Priority: 3

Uses: 3 (Regainable by 2 Nights [Opt.] )

Sheriff
Your target is suspicious.

Classic Results Your target could be a Doctor, Disguiser, Serial Killer, or Coroner.

Coven Expansion Results Your target could be a Doctor, Disguiser, Serial Killer, Potion Master, or Coroner

Consigliere
Your target is a crooked surgeon, they must be a Coroner.

Summary:
A former surgeon that now works with the Mafia to change the "fate" of their targets.

Abilities:
Select a player and change their "fate" : A Hypnotist-like menu will pop up, showing all the avalible deaths (Coven [If expansion] Kills, Werewolf Kills, Arsonist Ignites, Serial Killer Deaths, Vigilante Shots, etc.)

Attributes:
The town will see the person's death as what the Coroner selected it as [Say a town dies and the Coroner selects that a Serial Killer killed them.

Ex.

"Bob1 was killed by a Serial Killer".

Goal:
Kill anyone who doesn't submit to Mafia.

Lore ❤
As the Head Doctor threw out the surgeon- specialized in dead bodies, he screamed, "You're fired!". The surgeon's tears rolled down her cheeks, the pouring rain soaking her blonde locks. A Godfather watched from a distance- a sickening smile spreading across his face.

The next morning, on a normal day- a knock came at the freshly fired surgeon, still angered by her exile from the hospital. A tall man with a tuxedo, short black hair, and a coat that rested on his shoulders, he had his hands in his pocket- with a red tie. The man spoke, "May I come in?". The surgeon felt slightly flattered in the request, a small heated smile arised from her lips, "Of course,".

"My boss saw everything that happened Ms," his voice rasped as he'd pull out a chair from the small table that rested in the dining area. She'd quickly shuffle over to the other chair, pulling it out and sitting down. The woman looked at her hands, "He made such a big scene about it," she hissed. A small smirk came from the man's dark lips.

"Well we have a deal for you," He began timidly. She'd perk up, standing almost- she was so interested it seemed like she had heart in her eyes, obviously for the man- not the job. "What is it?" She'd plead for an answer.

"We have a way to get revenge on your boss, that is if you join the Mafia," He'd reply, adjusting one of his suspender straps, his eyes were mostly shaded from the fedora blocking it, but for a second- she could see his dark brown eyes. The woman always had a dark side, and maybe for once in a while- she could express it, "I accept the job," she'd reply with confidence.

"Welcome to the Mafia," the man smirked, standing- he would leave the house. The woman was left breathless, knowing what she was getting into. 