Post by Admin on Feb 8, 2019 15:57:17 GMT
Name: Xerox
Age: 30
Sex: Male
Scales: Dark Orange
Eyes: Bright Blue
Height: 8'3"
Weight: 408 lbs
Race: Deathclaw
Specialty: Big Guns
Level: 2
Hit Points: 240
Experience: 2,100
S-XP: 1,136
Money: $2,200
Gang: Red Reserve
Lives: 15
Current Status: Active
Abilities:
Strength: 15
Modifier: 0
Damage/HP Mod: +5
Stamina: 16
Modifier: 0
Damage/HP Mod: +10
Perception: 21
Modifier: +1
Damage/HP Mod: +5
Agility: 6
Modifier: -1
Damage/HP Mod: +5
Intelligence: 6
Modifier: -1
Damage/HP Mod:
Tech: 6
Modifier: -1
Damage/HP Mod: 0
Luck: 11
Modifier: 0
Damage/HP Mod: 0
Level: 2
Modifier: +1
Damage/HP Mod: N/A
Skills:
Big Guns: Hail to the Chief
Doctor:
Drive:
Energy:
Melee:
Misc:
Outdoorsman: Flora Recognition, Fauna Recognition, Tracking
Science:
Small Guns:
Sneak:
Steal:
Unarmed:
Racial Edges and Flaws:
Edges:
Weaponless Instinct, Healthy, Calcifications
Flaws:
Prejudice, Slow, Cold Vulnerability, Dumb as a Brick, Stiff
Inventory:
Weapon:
M489 SAW
Armor / Shield:
Shoulder Guards
Enhancements:
Sensory Injection
Ammunition:
None
Misc:
The Master Book of Herbalism, Exploring the Zoological World, Fifty Years a Hunter and Trapper
Thieving:
None
Kits:
None
Meds/Drugs:
None
Vehicles:
None
Character Appearance:
A large creature with dark orange (nearly brown) skin, bright blue eyes, and wearing what appears to be a plaid kilt. He is wearing metal dog tag around his neck that says 'Xerox'. He is very tall but a bit over weight compared to the rest of the southern Deathclaws. Normally seen carrying a BFG, since it’s the only thing that will fit into his hands, this giant strolls around as human like as possible, even if his tail is visible below the kilt.
Character Background:
Xerox was born in the southern part of California, around what was left of the Baja area. He has a higher intelligence than most Deathclaws but is still really dumb by human standards. Unfortunately the odd color eyes also lack night vision, and for that reason he could not wait to leave the den.
Once outside he attempted to learn as much as he could at an abandoned BOS compound; there wasn’t much left as far as books went but he read everything he could get his hands on. His inactive scholar-like life lead to him becoming rather overweight. While at the compound he decided he needed a name for himself that humans could understand. He also wanted a name tag so he didn't have to tell everybody his name, as he was rather shy when it came to speaking. He found exactly what wanted, among a bunch of broken machines there was a piece of metal with the word Xerox on it. He turned this into a dog tag that hung around his neck. He also understood that he would need some type of clothing if he was going to interact with humans, so he found a plaid sheet and wrapped it around his waist.
After spending nearly half his life in that place he decided to set out and see if he could put what he had learn into practice. Trying to distance himself from other Deathclaws, he prefers to use a weapon, even though it is difficult at times with his large claws. Thankfully big guns usually have big grips, making them a suitable weapon. If it comes down to it though, he has no trouble using his claws or any other melee weapon at his disposal to take care of a problem.
Age: 30
Sex: Male
Scales: Dark Orange
Eyes: Bright Blue
Height: 8'3"
Weight: 408 lbs
Race: Deathclaw
Specialty: Big Guns
Level: 2
Hit Points: 240
Experience: 2,100
S-XP: 1,136
Money: $2,200
Gang: Red Reserve
Lives: 15
Current Status: Active
Abilities:
Strength: 15
Modifier: 0
Damage/HP Mod: +5
Stamina: 16
Modifier: 0
Damage/HP Mod: +10
Perception: 21
Modifier: +1
Damage/HP Mod: +5
Agility: 6
Modifier: -1
Damage/HP Mod: +5
Intelligence: 6
Modifier: -1
Damage/HP Mod:
Tech: 6
Modifier: -1
Damage/HP Mod: 0
Luck: 11
Modifier: 0
Damage/HP Mod: 0
Level: 2
Modifier: +1
Damage/HP Mod: N/A
Skills:
Big Guns: Hail to the Chief
Doctor:
Drive:
Energy:
Melee:
Misc:
Outdoorsman: Flora Recognition, Fauna Recognition, Tracking
Science:
Small Guns:
Sneak:
Steal:
Unarmed:
Racial Edges and Flaws:
Edges:
Weaponless Instinct, Healthy, Calcifications
Flaws:
Prejudice, Slow, Cold Vulnerability, Dumb as a Brick, Stiff
Inventory:
Weapon:
M489 SAW
Armor / Shield:
Shoulder Guards
Enhancements:
Sensory Injection
Ammunition:
None
Misc:
The Master Book of Herbalism, Exploring the Zoological World, Fifty Years a Hunter and Trapper
Thieving:
None
Kits:
None
Meds/Drugs:
None
Vehicles:
None
Character Appearance:
A large creature with dark orange (nearly brown) skin, bright blue eyes, and wearing what appears to be a plaid kilt. He is wearing metal dog tag around his neck that says 'Xerox'. He is very tall but a bit over weight compared to the rest of the southern Deathclaws. Normally seen carrying a BFG, since it’s the only thing that will fit into his hands, this giant strolls around as human like as possible, even if his tail is visible below the kilt.
Character Background:
Xerox was born in the southern part of California, around what was left of the Baja area. He has a higher intelligence than most Deathclaws but is still really dumb by human standards. Unfortunately the odd color eyes also lack night vision, and for that reason he could not wait to leave the den.
Once outside he attempted to learn as much as he could at an abandoned BOS compound; there wasn’t much left as far as books went but he read everything he could get his hands on. His inactive scholar-like life lead to him becoming rather overweight. While at the compound he decided he needed a name for himself that humans could understand. He also wanted a name tag so he didn't have to tell everybody his name, as he was rather shy when it came to speaking. He found exactly what wanted, among a bunch of broken machines there was a piece of metal with the word Xerox on it. He turned this into a dog tag that hung around his neck. He also understood that he would need some type of clothing if he was going to interact with humans, so he found a plaid sheet and wrapped it around his waist.
After spending nearly half his life in that place he decided to set out and see if he could put what he had learn into practice. Trying to distance himself from other Deathclaws, he prefers to use a weapon, even though it is difficult at times with his large claws. Thankfully big guns usually have big grips, making them a suitable weapon. If it comes down to it though, he has no trouble using his claws or any other melee weapon at his disposal to take care of a problem.