Octavia
| ATTRIBUTES | |||
|---|---|---|---|
| Strength | 2 | Damage | |
| Agility | 4 | Fatigue | |
| Wits | 4 | Confusion | |
| Empathy | 4 | Doubt | |
| CONDITIONS | |||
|---|---|---|---|
| Starving | Dehydrated | ||
| Sleepless | Hypothermic | ||
| Critical injuries: | |||
| SKILLS | ||
|---|---|---|
| Endure (Strength) | 2 | |
| Force (Strength) | 2 | |
| Fight (Strength) | 2 | |
| Sneak (Agility) | 4 | |
| Move (Agility) | 4 | 1 |
| Shoot (Agility) | 4 | |
| Scout (Wits) | 4 | |
| Comprehend (Wits) | 4 | 3 |
| Know The Zone (Wits) | 4 | 1 |
| Sense Emotion (Empathy) | 4 | |
| Manipulate (Empathy) | 4 | |
| Heal (Empathy) | 4 | 2 |
| Inspire (Empathy) | 4 | 3 |
| ROT POINTS (no max)
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| EXPERIENCE POINTS (1 per session, arc bonus)
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| DICE RESULTS | |||||||
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| 1 | Mutant (Push) | 1 | Break (Push) | 6 | 6 | 6 | Succes |
| PERSONAL | |
|---|---|
| Player: | Xavier |
| Role: | Chronicler |
| Face: | Friendly face |
| Body: | Skinny, small |
| Clothing: | Old sweater & jeans Dirty doctor's apron |
| GEAR | |
|---|---|
| 1 | 2 Grub, 2 Water |
| 2 | Scrap knife, Bonesaw |
| 3 | Small backpack, a few pieces of "clean" cloth to use as bandages |
| 4 | |
| 5 | |
| 6 | |
| 7 | |
| 8 | |
| 9 | |
| 10 | |
| Tiny: Thread & needle, Pencil, Notebook, Small empty bottle. | |
| Bullets: 2 | |
| WEAPONS | Dice | Dmg | Range | ||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Scrap Knife | 2 | 1 | 2 | Arm's Length | |
| Jury-Rigged, Light weapon More used for surgery than for fighting | |||||
| Unarmed | 2 | 1 | Arm's Length | ||
| Thrown Rock | 4 | 1 | Short | ||
| RELATIONSHIPS | |
|---|---|
| Tesla (Buddy) | She is my best friend and sometimes takes me with her into the Zone. |
| Lincoln | I don't like bosses, but Lincoln is the nicest one. His life will make a great story! |
| Bolt | He can find a use for any scrap found in the Zone. |
| Finn | I love his dog. |
| Rianna | The strongest woman I know. |
| I hate: Chronicler Silas Whose lies the People love listening to. | |
| I need to protect: Fixer Ruby Because she can always get you what you need. | |
| My big dream: To find a way to cure the People from the Rot. | |
Background
Octavia was the youngest in the Ark, at least that's what the Elder told her. Her sharp mind caught the Elder's attention, leading to her early designation as a chronicler. Entrusted with documenting the tales of the Ark.
When she grow up, she was known for her amiable nature. Octavia was not just a chronicler but a source of inspiration. Her friendly demeanor uplifted the spirits of those within the Ark, fostering camaraderie and unity in the face of the harsh realities of the wasteland.
Driven by a desire to aid others, Octavia acquired the skills of a Bonesaw, mending wounds and curing ailments, except the insidious rot. Her compassionate efforts solidified her role as a healer within the Ark, but the lingering challenge of the rot fueled her determination to find a cure.
The inability to cure the rot haunted Octavia's dreams. This seemingly insurmountable challenge fueled her determination to seek a remedy, a mission that transcended the boundaries of the Ark.
As resources within the Ark dwindled, scarcity bred discord. Factions emerged, competing for resources. People were killed for no reason at all inside the Ark, like Sarah. Some people are even worse than the Rot.
A transformative moment arrived with Octavia's own mutation – the rot-eater ability. Now resistant to the rot, her conviction deepened. This newfound immunity convinced her to occasionally join Tesla, a Stalker, on perilous missions into the Zone, seeking information vital to her quest against the rot.
In the face of adversity, Octavia, the Rot-Eater Chronicler, embarked on a multifaceted mission – to cure the rot, unite her people, and transform the tainted resources into a beacon of hope for the Ark's survival.
Dear Notebook,
This story is not for the Elder, or for anyone else in that matter. Not for as long as I live at least. This notebook is just for me! :)
So who am I. My name is Octavîa and I live in the Ark, just like all other 232 231. When I was smaller The Elder made me an Chronicler, he saw something in me, as youngest from the Ark. He learned me how to read and write, told me about the Ark and its people, and now I'm writing down the tales of the Ark.
I want to help the People, I always wanted that. That's why I became a Bonesaw. I learned the basics from Olias, but he is no longer with us. The damn Rot got him, like it got so many. One day i'm going to cure it, i'm sure of it! That's what I was already thinking for 5 years, but never did I dare to set a foot outside of the Ark. I was not going to ignore the Elder's warnings, the Rot is out there! But still, inside the Ark I will never find a cure.
This all changed when my mutation appeared. Somehow I got insensitive to the Rot, and one time I even spit out the Rot! Luckily I didn't hit anyone, I think that would've hurt. But this gave me the courage to go out there together with Tesla.
Who she is? She is the best girl in the world! We are already friends for as long as I can remember and share a room. Sometimes she can be a bit sad about how things are going in the Ark, but I always manage to cheer her up! She is so cool and is never afraid for what's out there! And now, sometimes, she allows me to go with her out into the Zone! Oh, and Tesla is also the one that found you, dear notebook, and brought you to me.
Here some other people that are important in my life: - Ruby is great and whenever I need something I know she can get it! - Lincoln is a little scary sometimes and is a boss. But he is nice to me and I always help him if anyone of his gang is injured. He got the most interesting things happening to him, not always good things, but still, I think he will make a great story! - Rianna is also a friend, she is no that talkative, but i've stitched her up a lot, and also learned her how to do it herself. - Bolt knows a lot and can make anything, but he doesn't understand the big story. - Finn is a friend of Lincoln, that's how I know him. And of course the best part of him is his dog! I love that dog!
Oh, and never listen to what Silas tells, his stories are fake and are making Harper look like a hero instead of the ruffian he is!
That's it for now, more stories will follow I'm sure of it. But be patient dear notebook, stories need time to happen...
