Characters
Posted: Wed Dec 31, 2008 11:01 am
Player: Mi-go
Name: Charles Vance
Occupation: Solo
Colleges, Degrees: Spent one year at Miskatonic; widely read and self-taught
Birthplace: Night City
Mental Disorders: None yet, but is on the verge of paranoia and technophobia (although he does appreciate certain things that are low-tech to him, even if they might not be so for a modern man)
Gender: Male
Age: 31
Str: 16
Dex: 10
Int: 12
Con: 15
App: 8
Pow: 11
Siz: 13
San: 55-1=54
Edu: 18
Idea: 60%
Luck: 55%
Know: 90%
Damage Bonus: 2D4
SP: 55
MP: 11
HP: 14
Skills:
Handgun: 65%
Crossbow: 75%
Demolition: 51%
Spot hidden: 70%
Knife: 30%
Axe: 75%
Weaponsmith: 56%
Martial Arts: 50%
Anthropology: 12%
Biology: 16%
Geology: 7%
Natural History: 21%
History: 42%
Law: 11%
Library Use: 45%
Persuade: 25%
Dodge: 33%
Own Language (English): 90%
Residence: In the Low Cost Residencial (an ancient high school who was converted in houses) from the company “Happy Homes”. Your sharing your room with a tech and a runner.
Personal Description: It has always been his goal to appear as steampunk as possible, even if he might have some differences from a steampunk character. He isn’t above having totally useless features to heighten the effect (gauges and keys that do nothing, cuckoo clocks, etc.)
Family & Friends: None, although perhaps a few acquaintances amongst his more tolerant and less modified neighbours
Equipment: modified axe (large one with a weighted alloy blade and a handle made of wood coated in fireproof ceramic to prevent electrocution), retro-engineered revolver, modified arm, cuckoo clock that chimes on the hour (making him look particularly nutty) and a teakettle that whistles at eight in the morning. He can't always afford tea, but he does like to boil his water before drinking it and 1500$.
History: Charles Vance grew up on the Cyberpunk streets like the majority of his generation. Filled with a burning desire to escape them, he taught himself a great deal of seemingly useless scholarly knowledge. He applied as a youth for a scholarship to Miskatonic University offered by a mid-size electronics corporation – and won it. After a year at Miskatonic, he had done well in his studies and was showing great promise even though he had yet to declare a major. He had also become acquainted with the scions of the considerably better off, and was generally enjoying himself, glad to have left his beginnings behind. Shortly before the start of his second year, the electronics corporation that offered the scholarship was bought by a massive megacorporation. When the money stopped arriving, Miskatonic unceremoniously threw him out.
Transformed over night into an utter malcontent, Vance began to dream of bringing down the society he now loathed. Knowing a great deal about history and economics, he blamed the cultural approach to technology of his society for all the problems of the world. In blind fits of rage, he go looking for trouble, picking fights with the most heavily modified people he met. That he survived is proof of both natural talent at combat and that he learned how to fight very well, very fast. Eventually, he managed to eke out a miserable existence from occasional manual labor and dabbling in fighting for cash. As a result of his resentment of technology, his own modifications are a bit unorthodox. He has refused to get a direct brainjack to a processor, but rather has opted for low-tech modifications – albeit ones designed by computers to be superior examples of their technology. These have increased his combat abilities considerably, but are for the most part immune or highly resistant to EMP and hacking attacks. Of course, he still is connected to the nets, but via an archaic method of linkage and a touchscreen that he carries on him.
Recently, he has cooled off a bit, and no longer looks for trouble, which is not to say that he does not often find it. As he has always done, he spends a lot of time reading texts archived deep in the nets which have been long since forgotten by humanity – literature, history, and the totally random. In public, he often mutters with greater or lesser coherence about some aspect of society. Ultimately, he would like a return to cleaner days of living with technology in the hands of scientists only, but he knows such a goal is probably not attainable. Recently, he seems to be trying desperately to find some hope in his situation, and has been heard shouting “Utopia is Dystopia- so Dystopia is Utopia!” late at night.
Name: Charles Vance
Occupation: Solo
Colleges, Degrees: Spent one year at Miskatonic; widely read and self-taught
Birthplace: Night City
Mental Disorders: None yet, but is on the verge of paranoia and technophobia (although he does appreciate certain things that are low-tech to him, even if they might not be so for a modern man)
Gender: Male
Age: 31
Str: 16
Dex: 10
Int: 12
Con: 15
App: 8
Pow: 11
Siz: 13
San: 55-1=54
Edu: 18
Idea: 60%
Luck: 55%
Know: 90%
Damage Bonus: 2D4
SP: 55
MP: 11
HP: 14
Skills:
Handgun: 65%
Crossbow: 75%
Demolition: 51%
Spot hidden: 70%
Knife: 30%
Axe: 75%
Weaponsmith: 56%
Martial Arts: 50%
Anthropology: 12%
Biology: 16%
Geology: 7%
Natural History: 21%
History: 42%
Law: 11%
Library Use: 45%
Persuade: 25%
Dodge: 33%
Own Language (English): 90%
Residence: In the Low Cost Residencial (an ancient high school who was converted in houses) from the company “Happy Homes”. Your sharing your room with a tech and a runner.
Personal Description: It has always been his goal to appear as steampunk as possible, even if he might have some differences from a steampunk character. He isn’t above having totally useless features to heighten the effect (gauges and keys that do nothing, cuckoo clocks, etc.)
Family & Friends: None, although perhaps a few acquaintances amongst his more tolerant and less modified neighbours
Equipment: modified axe (large one with a weighted alloy blade and a handle made of wood coated in fireproof ceramic to prevent electrocution), retro-engineered revolver, modified arm, cuckoo clock that chimes on the hour (making him look particularly nutty) and a teakettle that whistles at eight in the morning. He can't always afford tea, but he does like to boil his water before drinking it and 1500$.
History: Charles Vance grew up on the Cyberpunk streets like the majority of his generation. Filled with a burning desire to escape them, he taught himself a great deal of seemingly useless scholarly knowledge. He applied as a youth for a scholarship to Miskatonic University offered by a mid-size electronics corporation – and won it. After a year at Miskatonic, he had done well in his studies and was showing great promise even though he had yet to declare a major. He had also become acquainted with the scions of the considerably better off, and was generally enjoying himself, glad to have left his beginnings behind. Shortly before the start of his second year, the electronics corporation that offered the scholarship was bought by a massive megacorporation. When the money stopped arriving, Miskatonic unceremoniously threw him out.
Transformed over night into an utter malcontent, Vance began to dream of bringing down the society he now loathed. Knowing a great deal about history and economics, he blamed the cultural approach to technology of his society for all the problems of the world. In blind fits of rage, he go looking for trouble, picking fights with the most heavily modified people he met. That he survived is proof of both natural talent at combat and that he learned how to fight very well, very fast. Eventually, he managed to eke out a miserable existence from occasional manual labor and dabbling in fighting for cash. As a result of his resentment of technology, his own modifications are a bit unorthodox. He has refused to get a direct brainjack to a processor, but rather has opted for low-tech modifications – albeit ones designed by computers to be superior examples of their technology. These have increased his combat abilities considerably, but are for the most part immune or highly resistant to EMP and hacking attacks. Of course, he still is connected to the nets, but via an archaic method of linkage and a touchscreen that he carries on him.
Recently, he has cooled off a bit, and no longer looks for trouble, which is not to say that he does not often find it. As he has always done, he spends a lot of time reading texts archived deep in the nets which have been long since forgotten by humanity – literature, history, and the totally random. In public, he often mutters with greater or lesser coherence about some aspect of society. Ultimately, he would like a return to cleaner days of living with technology in the hands of scientists only, but he knows such a goal is probably not attainable. Recently, he seems to be trying desperately to find some hope in his situation, and has been heard shouting “Utopia is Dystopia- so Dystopia is Utopia!” late at night.