Rianna
| ATTRIBUTES | |||
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| Strength | 5 | Damage | |
| Agility | 3 | Fatigue | |
| Wits | 2 | Confusion | |
| Empathy | 4 | Doubt | |
| CONDITIONS | |||
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| Starving | Dehydrated | ||
| Sleepless | Hypothermic | ||
| Critical injuries: | |||
| SKILLS | ||
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| Endure (Strength) | 5 | 2 |
| Force (Strength) | 5 | |
| Fight (Strength) | 5 | 3 |
| Sneak (Agility) | 3 | |
| Move (Strength) | 5 | |
| Shoot (Agility) | 3 | |
| Scout (Wits) | 2 | |
| Comprehend (Wits) | 2 | |
| Know The Zone (Wits) | 2 | |
| Sense Emotion (Empathy) | 4 | |
| Manipulate (Empathy) | 4 | |
| Heal (Empathy) | 4 | 2 |
| Intimidate (Strength) | 5 | 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 | |
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| Player: | Stijn |
| Role: | Enforcer |
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| GEAR | |
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| 1 | Spiked Bat |
| 2 | 4 Grub |
| 3 | 4 Grub |
| 4 | 4 Water |
| 5 | 1 Water |
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| Tiny: | |
| Bullets: 6 | |
| WEAPONS | Dice | Dmg | Range | ||
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| Spiked Bat | 5 | 3 | +2 | 2 | Arm's Length |
| Jury-Rigged | |||||
| RELATIONSHIPS | |
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| Bolt (Buddy) | Somehow the only one that can get me back out of a raging fit |
| Octavia | A weak girl and way too friendly with everyone but she's useful to me and knows a lot |
| Tesla | Without her we would not be able to survive and she knows where the good stuff is |
| Lincoln | I hate that he always gets his way but I admire his tenacity in getting revenge; we share a goal |
| Finn | I like his dog |
| I hate: Gerald As one of Harper's cronies he seems to have an unusual interest in kicking my ass | |
| 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. | |
| My big dream: I dream of a place where I don't need to be on my guard all the time. | |
| APPEARANCE |
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| TALENTS |
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| Barge Through (Move using Strength) |
| MUTATIONS |
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| Pyrokinesis (Set things on fire, p.75) |
| MUTATION POINTS (1 per session/log, max 10)
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| MY DEN |
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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 it, 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.
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.
