ok this is now the Character page.
Name: Kyle
Agility : 4
Shooting: 4
Melee skill: 4
Strength : 2
Endurance : 1
Misc skills:
Tinkering
Engineering
sneaking
Seduction
Redirection
Equipment
Crossbow x2
sword x3
light armor
Bio: Overly paranoid that he will die when he gets hit. (Probably justified) Kyle Johnson packs as much quick and easy weaponry as he can.
Additional:
Name: Jack Dux
Age: 29
Agility : 3
Shooting: 2
Melee skill: 4
Strength : 4
Endurance : 2
Misc skills: Singing, Explosives, Tracking.
Equipment: Sword(2), Shield(1), Light armour(3) and shotgun(2)=8
Bio: Jack Dux used to live in the woods. He was always distant from people, couldn't stand their idiocy. So he hid, learning how to track and follow wild animals. He spent a few years in the army as a bomb disposal person before all that. He was better with Smaller and lighter bombs then the big ones. Hell, he even learned how to set some. When he was off duty, he stuck around with his troop mates and played some music with them and sang songs, making everyone feel less nervous. But after one bomb blew up in his teams face, killing half of them and severely wounding one, he decided he no longer wanted to be with people.
Additional: He suffers from Post traumatic stress disorder, causing him to have nightmares and really bad flashbacks, sometimes making him shoot his gun wildly. It happens rarely and its only ever gotten that bad once.
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Did some changes, your equipment in now in budget and you 2 skill points to spend.
Agility 3
Shooting skill 5
Melee skill 1
Strength 2
Endurance 4
Misc skills
Tracking (a primary skill in hunting.)
Gun smithing (knows the intricacies of firearms, and gains bonuses to repairing them.)
Craftsman (can make small items and simple clothing, as well as reload his ammunition.)
Person Reader (can always tell when someone is lying to him, and can mislead people easily.)
Old World Lore (self explanatory.)
Gear
2 .45 Cal Revolvers. Hand held cannons, basically (2 pistols)
Light Armor
Rifle
Crude Club
Bio: WIP
Name: Lord Matiaz McBadassitude XI
Agility : 3
Shooting: 1
Melee skill: 3
Strength : 4
Endurance : 4
Misc skills: Intimidation, interrogation, improvised weaponry, motorcycle driving, athletics
Equipment: Power Axe, Chain Blade, Light Armor (fingerless gloves, sunglasses, Motorcycle Jacket, Motorcycle helmet) Motorcycle
Bio: Taught by his father how to fight and drive a motorcycle from his youth, McBadassitude, ventured out into the world at the age of 21 to pass the traditional Badassitude test that all members of the McBadassitude clan have to pass when they are of age.
Additional:
Name : Torban Kitty
Agility : 4
Shooting : 1
Melee : 3
Strength : 5
Endurance : 3
Equipment : Heavy armor, Shield. ( Preferably a very big one. )
Bio : Coming up.
Name: Nardo Polo
Agility :4
Shooting:5
Melee skill:1
Strength :1
Endurance :4
Misc skills:
Duct taping
drumming
swimming
hiding
dreaming
Equipment:
7 swords
1 shield
Bio: I WAS GOING TO THIS PARTY THE OTHER NIGHT... BUT I
DIDN'T WANT ANYBODY TO RECOGNIZE ME... SO I DECIDED TO
CHANGE MY NAME ... TO NARDO...
WHEN I GET THERE THIS... THIS GUY SAY'S... HEY... I
KNOW SOMEBODY WHO LOOKS JUST LIKE YOU...I SAID.."OH
YEAH, SO DO I... BUT I GUESS I'M JUST NOT TODAY...
ALL OF A SUDDEN, THIS FULLY BEAUTIFUL.. TIGHTLY WRAPPED
VENUS DEMILO "LOOK ALIKE" COMES IN... WHEN SHE WALKS
BY... I SAY, "I THINK MY IMAGINATION IS STARTING TO RUN
WILD"... AND SHE SAY'S..."I HAVE THE SAME PROBLEM WITH
MY CAT..."
SOON AS I HEARD HER VOICE...MY LIPS STARTED TO GO
BALLISTIC... (GUITAR) ...IT COULD ONLY BE ONE
THING...
S P A Z A T T A C K
SHE SAY'S HER NAME IS "HELGA THE PONY WOMAN"... THE
FIRST WOMAN TO EVER SAY..."TWO WRONGS DON'T MAKE A
RIGHT... BUT THREE DO." SO I TELL HER MY NAME IS NARDO
POLO... THE GREATEST MARBLE PLAYER WHO EVER LIVED...
THAT'S WHEN I GOT THIS INCREDIBLE URGE TO SPEAK THE
LANGUAGE OF LOVE WITH A TEXAS ACCENT... AND I SAID..
BOOMBADA NECKYNADA COMA TALLY VOUS...
ROCKEN WIDMA SHOOGA BABY..LOVE ME LIKE YA DO...
ALL OF A SUDDEN HER LIPS STARTED GOIN' BALLISTIC...
(GUITAR)... THIS COULD ONLY BE ONE THING...
S P A Z A T T A C K
THEN SHE SAID... "I THINK THE LIGHTS GO OUT EVERY TIME
I BLINK AND COME BACK ON AGAIN WHEN I OPEN MY EYES...
SO IF THE LIGHTS EVER START TO FLICKER... YOU'LL KNOW
I'M OUT OF BLINK SYNC..." THAT'S WHEN MY LIPS STARTED
TO GO BALLISTIC... (GUITAR).. AND IT COULD ONLY BE ONE
THING...
S P A Z A T T A C K
Additional: He is the best marble player in the world
Name: Vylum(rhymes with 'buy-rum') Faere(pronounced like 'fair'); "The Blue Streak"
Agility - 5
Shooting - 4
Melee - 2
Strength - 2
Endurance - 2
Misc Skills
Being Lucky
Persuasion
Running Like Hell
Scrounging
Improvising
Items:
Pistolsx2 (2)
Shotgun (2)
Petrol Bomb (1)
(very) Light Armor (3)
Bio: Vylum has managed to get an extremely large bounty on his head. As in, no one is sure if the bounty would be able to be paid, should it finally come to be collected on. And, of course, it's growing, though the rate of growth by this point is miniscule compared to it's current size. The reason for it's growth is simple; the many bounty hunters that come after him care little for collateral damage. Which, of course, gets blamed on Vylum. However, he's also been found to be very hard to catch, and what's most infuriating is that he refuses to kill, for any reason. And to top it all, he's as helpful as he is snarky.
On the plus side, for Vylum, at least, there is only a very vague description available for him, though he is comparably distinctive even so. A rich blue coat and two very long pistols, as well as red hair and a large black hat, is all that is out for him right now; and likely all there will ever be, as rumor ruins anything more detailed. Luckily, he only fits the description partially; the pistols aren't that long, the coat's faded, and his hair is more auburn than red.
But damn, is it hard to live in a world that's literally out to get you!
*being her stage name and/or second name
Agility:5
Shooting skill: 3
Melee skill: 2
Strength: 2
Endurance : 3
Misc skills
Guitar Playing
Herbalism
First Aid
Horse Riding/Care
Cooking/Food Preparation
Bio/Appearance: A short, slight girl with a nice look, messy brown hair and a charming smile-though, standards of beauty are somewhat less up to par these days. She has an ugly shrapnel wound on her lower stomach, usually hidden beneath layers of clothes, and there is a small, but visible brand on her neck, cleanly burned into the skin-the letters 'RTDG'.
Biography: Kat once lived in a a small village. Tiny, unassuming, verdant-a breadbasket for the areas it bordered, growing many crops and raising many animals. And, it was naturally owned by a successions of maniacal Warlords. The former state park it was built on was spared the heaviest radiation clouds only by chance, and the people who settled there began to use the wide open spaces and fertile ground to build a new civilization...but like many independent settlements, it was conquered by a roving band of criminals-again and again. Eventually, the people stopped trying to fight-letting the invaders squabble amongst themselves, hiding in their homes, and accepting whatever the new order may have been.
The people suffered under these dozens of rulers. Some barely lasted weeks before being ousted by others, or their own men. Kat was born into this hardscrabble lifestyle-her family and others provided food, 'services' and scavenge in exchange for their lives. Naturally, she wasn't content with this life. Things changed when she picked up a working guitar in the mansion of what might have been a rock star-a true relic of the past. She began to write songs...inspired revolt, resistance-Hope. She was not nearly the pebble that started the landslide...but, she did her part-and blames herself for all that came after. The people said no more, and rose up, burning the bandits and chasing them into the wastes.
...
More bandits would eventually all but destroy the town for what the people had done to them. The small plot of civilization that had been her home, became another ashen graveyard-the very earth salted, to make a very apt point to others. The land withered and died.
Kat ran, like the rest of her people managed to survive-one by one, they were separated. She was always ending up in a city or a town with no name...aside from survival, she has a dim hope of finding shelter and peace once again. Kat still wanders, plays her music, and does what she must.
Equipment:
Light Padded Armor (3pts)
Kat's armor is light and maneuverable, designed to give her rudimentary protection while not reducing her mobility-and to not make a sound while she's moving. It seems to be a combination of football gear, leather ties or scraps, and old tires.
Scrapwire Crossbow (1pt)
A somewhat finicky invention of a friend of hers, a light draw crossbow designed to fire irregular ammo with much in the way of accuracy and silence-in this case, old rebar stakes, hand sharpened. It's usually slung across her back with a long leather strap.
Sawed off Shotgun (2 pt)
This little piece is a one-handed shotgun with a cracked grip-it has a filigree of roses on the barrel, but the details are nearly faded after so much time. She keeps the small, blue shells in a bandolier across her chest, and the weapon itself is usually hanging loosely in a quick draw holster on her left hip.
Twin Curved Blades (2pts)
Made of roughly hewn metal, these twin short blades seem tribal in origin, with bone handles decorated with symbols of the arched, harsh face of one of the old Gods people pray to in these rough days. They hang at either side of her belt, left and right.
Name: Tom Jek
Agility: 4
Shooting: 4
Melee skill: 3
Strength: 2
Endurance: 2
Misc skills:
Fletching, Tracking, Stealth, Geography, Wilderness Survival.
Equipment:
Sword x2
Bow x2
Light armor
Bio: Tom is a hunter by trade, and a wanderer by choice. To him, everything is potential game. Right and wrong mean nothing more than the names of frivolous pursuits. It really comes down to who's pelt costs more and provides more of a challenge. The act of killing does not excite, but rather the chase and the pursuit. Hence, he occasionally leaves his most fearsome foes alive, as to continue the hunt another day.
The man before you has a distinct brown color scheme. His face has been heavily bronzed by the hot sun, but is covered by a tan baseball cap. A few scraps of sun bleached leather sparsely cover a dirt color t-shirt and cargo pants. There are two bows strapped to his back; a hand carved long bow, easily four feet long, and a recurved short bow, along with a sheathed short sword. There's a large, nasty knife strapped to a leg.
Additional: ?
Name: Kel Dragonscratch
Agility: 5
Shooting: 1
Melee skill: 4
Strength: 3
Endurance: 2
Misc skills:
Stealth
Poison lore
Perfect balance
Occult knowledge
Tango dancing
Equipment:
Chain sword (2), Power sword (3), Light armor (3)
Appearance: She is tall and thin, with pale skin and short, lifeless black hair. Her nose is sharply hooked while ears are flattened against head. Always bearing a mirthless grin on thin lips, she looks rather creepy despite quite decent looks.
Bio: In her early years, Kel lost any traces of cheerfulness after a bandit raid on her hometown. Forlorn and dehydrated, she stalked smoky ruins until being found by a group of travelers. They had no use for her and were going to leave, but at the last moment, leader changed his opinion. Kel was brought along. Fed and warmed, she eventually started to recover from the attack. Only to find that she now was bound to a dark cult and its painful, maddening ways. Her personality nearly crumbled entirely after such revelation, but instead shifted and mended accordingly to the new reality.
Cult leader was pleased with progress of new initiate and sent her along with a few other initiates to study assassin art, promising death masters some daemonic favors. Her lessons went smoothly, but eventually tensions raised between assassins and a cult - with initiates serving a mere distraction. Kel only was around to see the beginning of a shadow war - she had better sense than to participate.
Additional: Kel has an intricate scarring pattern on her back from the participance in a dark rituals in her youth. It spreads onto her arms, neck and torso and can be easily seen - but one must have quite a bit of occult knowledge to understand its origin, if not a hidden meaning.
Quote: "Mind your business. Speak to me only when needed"
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Topic: Warriors of the Wasteland Retired (Read 23405 times)