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| I only remember needing to protect everything dear to me... From the start I was set upon by other members of the Ark and I needed to get physical to survive. They soon learned that I was not just a small kitten to be toyed with, and I managed to carve out a hard-to-get reputation. Which only improved as soon as my mutation manifested itself -- although I got scolded by [[The Elder|the Elder]] for setting a couple of bullies on fire, I only liked the fact that I was left alone most of the time. | | I only remember needing to protect everything dear to me... From the start I was set upon by other members of the Ark and I needed to get physical to survive. They soon learned that I was not just a small kitten to be toyed with, and I managed to carve out a hard-to-get reputation. Which only improved as soon as my mutation manifested itself -- although I got scolded by [[The Elder|the Elder]] for setting a couple of bullies on fire, I only liked the fact that I was left alone most of the time. |
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| However, a couple of years back, I reluctantly let myself be taken in by the group around [[Lincoln]] and [[Sarah]]. I'm still not sure what caused me to let down my guard, although deep in my hear I guess everyone needs some friends around them. There, I built a connection with [[Bolt]]. He was one of the few that could calm me down. And I grudgingly came to admit that even small and weak people could be useful as [[Octavia]] taught me about taking care of the wounds and illnesses I inevitably contracted when searching for scrap around the Ark with [[Bolt]]. | | However, a couple of years back, I reluctantly let myself be taken in by the group around [[Lincoln]] and [[Sarah]]. I'm still not sure what caused me to let down my guard, although deep in my heart I guess everyone needs some friends around them. There, I built a connection with [[Bolt]]. He was one of the few that could calm me down. And I grudgingly came to admit that even small and weak people could be useful as [[Octavia]] taught me about taking care of the wounds and illnesses I inevitably contracted when searching for scrap around the Ark with [[Bolt]]. |
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| When things came to a head with [[Lincoln]] and [[Harper]], and [[Sarah]] got killed, I was devastated. I got into a rage and started a fight with [[Harper]]'s cronies. I managed to kick down [[Gerald]] and took it as a victory. Unfortunately he took his revenge soon afterwards when he cornered me along with four of his buddies, and beat the crap out of me on that occasion. | | When things came to a head with [[Lincoln]] and [[Harper]], and [[Sarah]] got killed, I was devastated. I got into a rage and started a fight with [[Harper]]'s cronies. I managed to kick down [[Gerald]] and took it as a victory. Unfortunately he took his revenge soon afterwards when he cornered me along with four of his buddies, and beat the crap out of me on that occasion. |
| ATTRIBUTES
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| Strength
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5
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Damage
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| Agility
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3
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Fatigue
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| Wits
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2
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Confusion
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| Empathy
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4
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Doubt
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| CONDITIONS
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| Starving
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Dehydrated
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| Sleepless
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Hypothermic
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| Critical injuries:
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| EXPERIENCE POINTS (1 per session, arc bonus)
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| DICE RESULTS
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| 1
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Mutant (Push)
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1
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Break (Push)
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6
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6
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6
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Succes
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| PERSONAL
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| Player:
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Stijn
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| Role:
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Enforcer
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| Face:
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Inquisitive, stern, with lots of curls
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| Body:
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Muscled and hardened
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| Clothing:
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Worn and torn denim
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| GEAR
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| 1
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Spiked Bat
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| 2
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4 Grub
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| 3
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4 Grub
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| 4
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4 Water
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| 5
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1 Water
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| 6
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| Tiny:
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| Bullets: 6
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| WEAPONS
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Dice
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Dmg
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Range
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| Spiked Bat
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5
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3
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+2
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2
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Arm's Length
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| Jury-Rigged |
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| RELATIONSHIPS
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| Bolt (Buddy)
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Somehow the only one that can get me back out of a raging fit
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| Octavia
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A weak girl and way too friendly with everyone but she's useful to me and knows a lot
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| Tesla
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Without her we would not be able to survive and she knows where the good stuff is
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| Lincoln
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I hate that he always gets his way but I admire his tenacity in getting revenge; we share a goal
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| Finn
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I like his dog
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| I hate: Gerald As one of Harper's cronies he seems to have an unusual interest in kicking my ass
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| I need to protect: Jo-Ann I'm the only one who knows she's secretly in love with Bolt; although I don't know whether he loves her back, I know he's fond of her and I want to see him happy.
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| My big dream: I dream of a place where I don't need to be on my guard all the time.
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| MUTATION POINTS (1 per session/log, max 10)
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| MY DEN
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| Description: On the bottom deck with Bolt
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Gear Stashed:
Nothing of note, why would I leave anything for people to steal
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Background
I only remember needing to protect everything dear to me... From the start I was set upon by other members of the Ark and I needed to get physical to survive. They soon learned that I was not just a small kitten to be toyed with, and I managed to carve out a hard-to-get reputation. Which only improved as soon as my mutation manifested itself -- although I got scolded by the Elder for setting a couple of bullies on fire, I only liked the fact that I was left alone most of the time.
However, a couple of years back, I reluctantly let myself be taken in by the group around Lincoln and Sarah. I'm still not sure what caused me to let down my guard, although deep in my heart I guess everyone needs some friends around them. There, I built a connection with Bolt. He was one of the few that could calm me down. And I grudgingly came to admit that even small and weak people could be useful as Octavia taught me about taking care of the wounds and illnesses I inevitably contracted when searching for scrap around the Ark with Bolt.
When things came to a head with Lincoln and Harper, and Sarah got killed, I was devastated. I got into a rage and started a fight with Harper's cronies. I managed to kick down Gerald and took it as a victory. Unfortunately he took his revenge soon afterwards when he cornered me along with four of his buddies, and beat the crap out of me on that occasion.
Now I still cannot walk through the Ark without being careful of another attack by Harper's cronies.
