Post by Admin on Feb 8, 2019 15:38:24 GMT
Name: Discordia
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Height: 7ft
Weight: 300lbs.
Hair Color: Fire Red
Eye Color: Purple Sunstone
Specialty: Energy Weapons
Race: Mutant (Half-Deathclaw)
Hit Points: 440 (480)
Experience: 4,500
S-XP: 3,050
Money: $120
Gang: Bookwyrms
Lives: 15
Abilities:
Strength: 11
Modifier: +0
Damage/HP Mod: +5
Stamina: 10
Modifier: -1
Damage/HP Mod: +10
Perception: 21
Modifier: +1
Damage/HP Mod: +15
Agility: 10
Modifier: -1
Damage/HP Mod: +5
Intelligence: 11
Modifier:
Damage/HP Mod: N/A
Tech: 11
Modifier: +0
Damage/HP Mod: +10
Luck: 21
Modifier: +1
Damage/HP Mod: N/A
Level: 4
Modifier: +2
Damage/HP Mod: N/A
Skills:
Unarmed:
Racial Edges and Flaws:
Edges:
Goro, Tail, Sharpness, Thermal Vision
Flaws:
Slick Soul, Combat Monster
Inventory:
Weapon:
Armor / Shield:
B.D.U. Jacket (+25 AR), Steel-Toed Shitkickers (+15 AR)
- LCOA Gloves (+10 AR)
- Bullet Proof Vest (+25 AR)
Enhancements:
Health Boost Injection (x4), Sensory Injection, Four Leaf Clover
Ammunition:
Small Energy Cell, Micro Fusion Cell
Explosives:
Misc:
Lighter, Duffel Bag, Codec, Codec Restrictor, Gas Mask, Weapon Flashlight (x2), Glowsticks (x5), 2 weeks of corn-based MRE's, The Rules of the Road, Gold Coin (worth $500), The DC Journal of Medicine, Captain Cosmos Power Armor Shield Generator (+50 Armor Boost to Shield Generator)
Thieving:
Kits:
Weapon Tool Kit
Meds/Drugs:
Stimpack (x6), Biofoam (x2), Shi Kit
Vehicles:
Buildings:
Library
Character Appearance:
Discordia is a tall figure, covered in scales that are the black of polished obsidian. Her hair is the red-orange of fire, and her eyes are the same starry violet of a purple goldstone. She is a perfect cross of a human and a Deathclaw, having been made to be so in an unknown underground lab. She does have a tail and the 'Claw's clawed hands and feet, and even the slit-nostrils, but otherwise her figure resembles a human more than it does a Deathclaw, even lacking the hump on her back that Deathclaws are supposed to have. She typically wears a leather duster and a fedora if she is out in public, preferring to keep away from the human eye if and when possible.
Character Background:
Discordia was made, not born. A fact that was drilled into her earliest memories in the lab she grew up in. Her earlier years were, perhaps, the happiest they could have been in the circumstances, but when she reached adolescence she realized her caged life for what it was. When this realization brought about independent thought, the 'kid gloves' were taken off, so to speak, and from there until she managed her escape her life was a tortured existence of varying tests, all in the name of science. From this was born her hatred of all humans, and the belief that humans themselves only wanted to hurt whatever they didn't understand or thought of as “less” than themselves.
When she managed to escape the lab, Discordia wandered aimlessly through the Wasteland. Packs of Deathclaws drove her away from their midst, confused by the “other” in her scent and not trusting the strangeness of her being. She avoided human caravans, despising them for being what they were and believing they would only capture and torture her if they found her, or worse, bring her back to the lab that had been her home. Eventually, however, she found her way to New Reno. Starved and severely dehydrated, she thought she might linger a little while, at least until she could move on again.
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Height: 7ft
Weight: 300lbs.
Hair Color: Fire Red
Eye Color: Purple Sunstone
Specialty: Energy Weapons
Race: Mutant (Half-Deathclaw)
Hit Points: 440 (480)
Experience: 4,500
S-XP: 3,050
Money: $120
Gang: Bookwyrms
Lives: 15
Current Status: Active
BISHOP LOAN: $0/$1,280 Spent
Abilities:
Strength: 11
Modifier: +0
Damage/HP Mod: +5
Stamina: 10
Modifier: -1
Damage/HP Mod: +10
Perception: 21
Modifier: +1
Damage/HP Mod: +15
Agility: 10
Modifier: -1
Damage/HP Mod: +5
Intelligence: 11
Modifier:
Damage/HP Mod: N/A
Tech: 11
Modifier: +0
Damage/HP Mod: +10
Luck: 21
Modifier: +1
Damage/HP Mod: N/A
Level: 4
Modifier: +2
Damage/HP Mod: N/A
Skills:
Big Guns:
Doctor:
Diagnose
Drive:
Drive I
Energy:
Power Outage
Melee:
Misc:
Outdoorsman:
Science:
Weapon Making
Small Guns:
Sneak:
Steal:
Racial Edges and Flaws:
Edges:
Goro, Tail, Sharpness, Thermal Vision
Flaws:
Slick Soul, Combat Monster
Inventory:
Weapon:
- Zap-O-Ray Pistol (+15 DMG)
- Enclave Laser Rifle (+40 DMG)
Armor / Shield:
B.D.U. Jacket (+25 AR), Steel-Toed Shitkickers (+15 AR)
- LCOA Gloves (+10 AR)
- Bullet Proof Vest (+25 AR)
Enhancements:
Health Boost Injection (x4), Sensory Injection, Four Leaf Clover
Ammunition:
Small Energy Cell, Micro Fusion Cell
Explosives:
Misc:
Lighter, Duffel Bag, Codec, Codec Restrictor, Gas Mask, Weapon Flashlight (x2), Glowsticks (x5), 2 weeks of corn-based MRE's, The Rules of the Road, Gold Coin (worth $500), The DC Journal of Medicine, Captain Cosmos Power Armor Shield Generator (+50 Armor Boost to Shield Generator)
Thieving:
Kits:
Weapon Tool Kit
Meds/Drugs:
Stimpack (x6), Biofoam (x2), Shi Kit
Vehicles:
Buildings:
Library
Character Appearance:
Discordia is a tall figure, covered in scales that are the black of polished obsidian. Her hair is the red-orange of fire, and her eyes are the same starry violet of a purple goldstone. She is a perfect cross of a human and a Deathclaw, having been made to be so in an unknown underground lab. She does have a tail and the 'Claw's clawed hands and feet, and even the slit-nostrils, but otherwise her figure resembles a human more than it does a Deathclaw, even lacking the hump on her back that Deathclaws are supposed to have. She typically wears a leather duster and a fedora if she is out in public, preferring to keep away from the human eye if and when possible.
Character Background:
Discordia was made, not born. A fact that was drilled into her earliest memories in the lab she grew up in. Her earlier years were, perhaps, the happiest they could have been in the circumstances, but when she reached adolescence she realized her caged life for what it was. When this realization brought about independent thought, the 'kid gloves' were taken off, so to speak, and from there until she managed her escape her life was a tortured existence of varying tests, all in the name of science. From this was born her hatred of all humans, and the belief that humans themselves only wanted to hurt whatever they didn't understand or thought of as “less” than themselves.
When she managed to escape the lab, Discordia wandered aimlessly through the Wasteland. Packs of Deathclaws drove her away from their midst, confused by the “other” in her scent and not trusting the strangeness of her being. She avoided human caravans, despising them for being what they were and believing they would only capture and torture her if they found her, or worse, bring her back to the lab that had been her home. Eventually, however, she found her way to New Reno. Starved and severely dehydrated, she thought she might linger a little while, at least until she could move on again.