Rianna

ATTRIBUTES
Strength	5	Damage
Agility	3	Fatigue
Wits	2	Confusion
Empathy	4	Doubt

CONDITIONS
Starving		Dehydrated
Sleepless		Hypothermic
Critical injuries:

SKILLS
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)

EXPERIENCE POINTS (1 per session, arc bonus)

DICE RESULTS
1	Mutant (Push)	1	Break (Push)	6	6	6	Succes

PERSONAL
Player:	Stijn
Role:	Enforcer
Face:	Inquisitive, stern, with lots of curly hair on top
Body:	Muscled and hardened
Clothing:	Worn and torn denim

GEAR
1	Spiked Bat
2	3 Grub
3
4	4 Clean Water
5	Bottle w/ 2 Booze Doses
6	Tinderbox, 1 Clean Water
7	Oil Lantern 1 booze for 1 day of light
8	Rope +2 gear on Move for climbing
9	Scrap Axe
10	Scrap Axe
Tiny:
Bullets: 2

WEAPONS	Dice			Dmg	Range
Spiked Bat	5	3	+2	2	Arm's Length
Jury-Rigged
Scrap Axe	5	3	+1	3	Arm's Length

RELATIONSHIPS
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, not sure about the man himself as he's as much a loner as I am
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

TALENTS
Barge Through (move using Strength)
Hard Hitter (+2 to Fight w/o maneuver)

MUTATIONS
Pyrokinesis (set things on fire, p.75)

MUTATION POINTS (1 per session/log, max 10)

ARMOR	Rating

MY DEN
Description: On the bottom deck with Bolt
Gear Stashed: Nothing of note, why would I leave anything for people to steal

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.