Character Directory

Jason was raised in the Combat Zones outside of Seattle, his family fell within the lowest dregs of the Zone. His parents are alive, but imprisoned within a Corporate work camp. He has one brother, Eddie, whose where abouts are unknown. He eventually joined the Army and was assigned the serial number RC-1207, which is where he gets his handle from.

Life Path Background

16 - Despite having to grow up on the streets, Sev found an old priest willing to educate him.

17 - Sev killed the girl friend of Wez, a well connected Booster Gang leader, who vowed to killed Reese.

18 - Despite growing up on the streets, Reese was able to make a few friends, after he had joined the Army he found an old friend of his was in the same unit.

19 - Due to a botched operation that resulted in the massacre of most of his unit and an entire South American village, Reese suffers from recurring nightmares about the massacre.

20 - After taking part in a floating battalion poker game, Reese won a substanial sum of money

21 - Reese returns to the states from a mission to find his girlfriend had been kidnapped. Eventually she was rescued, but neither could go back to the life they had. They still love each other.

22 - Before he left the Army, his squad sergeant taught him most of what he knew about weapons and combat, further honing his skills.

8 -INT
10 -REF
7 -TECH
9 -COOL
7 -ATTR
6 -LUCK
8(6) -Empathy
8 -Move Allowance
9 -Body

Special
18(8) -Combat Sense
Cool/Will
11(2) -Resist Torture/Drugs
Empathy
9(3) -Human Perception
INT
13(5) -Awareness/Notice
10(2) -Shadow/Track
REF
13(3) -Athletics
13(3) -Brawling
13(3) -Driving
16(6) -Handgun
15(5) -Heavy Weapons
13(3) -Melee
17(7) -Rifle
14(4) -Stealth
12(2) -Submachinegun
Tech
10(3) -First Aid

Armor
0 -Head
15 -Torso
8 -Arms
14 -Legs

Cyberware
Neuralware Processor
Speedware(Sandivestian)
Cyberoptics(Low-lite,Targeting Scope,Times Square Plus,Thermograph)
Cyberarm w/ Real Skinn, Smartgun link

-Humanity Loss
-Alienation
-Egotism
-Obsession
-Paranoia

(Spent IP's)

Kiryae (she only allows those closest to her to call her by her first name, which is pretty much nobody) is shorter than a full-blooded elf, but still taller than most humans so she stands out no matter which race she's with. She has plain brown hair that she usually wears up in a ponytail or just messily pulled up on her head. She never tries to hide her ears, which obviously show her half-race. Kiryae has bright blue eyes (probably from her elven side) that always seem to be searching for some knowledge.

Having grown up in the city of Riddleport, Kiryae (kiri-yeA) has not only learned to deal with the various pirates and ruffians that come and go, but learned to survive on her own. She's been an orphan since she can remember, and has grown up on the streets. When she was younger, she was picked on by both human and elf for being a deformity of their races, and has grown to shove it in other peoples faces now that she is a half-elf. She has a bitter proudness of her heritage, although she doesn't know anything of her families. She has heard whispers in her dealings with the lower class citizens of Riddleport of possible clues to where she came from and has started her own secret investigation. On the outside, she won't show that she even cares.

Kiryae became a follower of Calistria one day when out with her group of delinquent orphans, she was dared to break into the temple and steal a holy symbol. As she was making her way back out to the group, she was caught by the temples priestess, Shorafa Pamodae (also one of the major crime boses of Riddleport). Not wanted to be killed or forced into the temples nasty dealings, Kiryae lied saying she was drawn to the temple by the goddess herself and had come to be a follower. Whether or not Shorafa belived her, she "allowed" Kiryae to stay and learn from the clerics. Kiryae became a bit of a servant, not really being aloowed to leave the temple and not really being taught anything. In secret, Kiryae had started becoming fascinated with the goddess and learned what she could from books for a year. Finally, she hatched her plan to escape, using her new divine magic skills, and her own survival skills she escaped. Shorafa, whether because she didn't care or because she had more important things to do, did not actively try to capture Kiryae.

Heals go to the highest bidder, or to whoever will help further Kiryea along on whatever task she is doing at the time.

Age: 50yrs old.
H: 5'11"
W: 188 lbs

Short cropped, dark brown hair that is beginning to bald with the slightest tinge of graying.
Thick sideburns
Thick, bushy, prominent brows
Thick Mustache

Slightly wrinkled forehead
Weathered Brown eyes.
Bulbous pointed nose
High cheek bones.
Thin lips.
Gaunt cheeks
Somewhat larger than normal earlobes, with the tip of the left ear being slightly droopy.


Body:
Lithe, worn, wrinkly, muscular.
Hairy arms, legs, hands, feet.
Brown/Black/yellow rotting teeth.
Various tattoos that cover the body, received by each port visited often a symbol for personal exploits and triumphs. A few as tribute by friends who have passed away.

Soft European accent.

Clothes: Black wool Cossack and white cleric tab with half plate underneath. Black top hat.

Barnabas was born into a low caste family who, for most of their family's generation, worked as pig farmers and fisherman for the local royal family; Lord Richard and Lady Deredrith Dingwald of the Blindmouth coast located in the province Dullsard on the continent Ein.

Unlike his family, Barnabas was not content with life of poverty and servitude, because of this Barnabas had very little respect and love for his family seeing as "losers" or thoughtless drones who deserved the life that they had because they never tried to make their situation better, so Barnabas often rebelled and shirked his many responsibility's at great expense to his family, and by being the oldest son in the family his duties were the most labor-intensive and often impossible tasks for his younger siblings who simply too young to accomplish these duties. Often, when he left, he would go to the port or tavern to try and talk/drink with the many pirates/mercenaries that came to port; Barnabas was young and also naive, the rough and tumble life of these men inspired his young self to become one of them, seeing these men who were brave enough to take from the world when the world often took back more from people like Barnabas.

One day, after leaving early to go drink and try to impress a group of mercenary/pirates Barnabas tasked his youngest brother Davis to reel in the last net of blindmouth fish to clean and then wheel them back to be processed. Just as Barnabas reached the tavern, Davis became entangled in the net of fish which plummeted off of the dock into the water, ultimately drowning. It was by nightfall when Barnabas was stumbling back from the tavern after an evening of hard drinking and failed attempts of convincing a pirate to take him out on the seas on his next voyage out when Barnabas stumbled into a mix of local fisherman and guardsmen fishing out the body of his youngest brother. Barnabas didn't say a word, as his father held Davis's blue body in his arms and stared into Barnabas with a silence of numb resignation. In the years that followed, Barnabas never went back home, he spent every day as a drunk and beggard outside the tavern, occasionally stumbling by his father or mother, or sisters, too drunk to even recognize them.

On his 25th birthday Barnabas strangled a man to death in an alleyway; the man was a merchant mariner, whose goods were incredibly vital for the town and Dingwald family. His murder, turned away one of the three vital lines of supply that came in and out of Blindsmouth, effectively marking Barnabas and his family for swift and (mostly) unjust punishment. What was left of the Begbie family was sent into the east across the Knochenmehl plains for technical exile while Barnabas was slated for execution. The day came for execution and Barnabas was led out of his cell however it was not to the gallows but instead to the docks were he was met by a Priest surrounded by armed mercenaries. The Priest had learned of Barnabas' execution, past, and his reputation among the town and took pity on Barnabas. Father Dory was a Missionary of Selune(seh-LOON-ay, the Goddess of the Moon) and was overseen(secretly) by a small diverse order who were known as Swords of The Lady, to travel the world, establish missions in "honor" of Selune but many observe this to be less of a religious mission but, arguably, military. Wherever Father Dory stayed to set up a mission he would also recruit lost/astray boys who were often castaways of society, victims of abuse/poverty/tragedy and in many ways Father Dory facilitated a nomadic reformatory for these boys, provided the bare essentials as well as an education in sailing/swordsmanship/ and basic education. These classes were often taught by the men who were also taken in by Father Dory but now also served his Father Dory's guards and personal crew.
For the first time in Barnabas’ life he felt a part of something, he felt loved, he had direction and most importantly he saw a future for himself. Despite the reformative education and sole purpose for serving and protecting Father Dory, a holy man himself, the men themselves were still prone to behavior and lived a lifestyle that would be considered unbecoming of any self-respecting man, certainly for priests of most cloths. They were, after all, sailors and sells swords but there were those who fell into practice of what Father Dory preached and naturally formed an awkward rift between the crew that would, from time to time, cause small altercations (a few started by Barnabas.)
As important as it was for his men to "come into the fold”, as Father Dory so often preached, he saw it more important to gather and keep, well trained, and loyal men to protect him than to convert.. Not that he didn't try. However different their attitudes, the crew loved Father Dory and even greater than their love was respect for him even if many would not or could not say it aloud. Fights broke out, arguments were had, but at the end of the day order, discipline, and respect for each other won over, but many would admit that if not for Father Dory in the first place there’d be a lot more broken noses and lasting grudges.

As is time new faces became old and old faces faded away in one form or the other, so did too Barnabas’. Twenty four years passed since he was taken in, he was now on the verge of being an “old-timer.” A badge of honor given by peers with a Salt’s blessing( a Salt being a graduated old-timer, a coveted informal rank for most human sailors that have reached absolute mastery in sailing) and a term for respect to be rendered by tadpoles (an insult, depending on context, coined for mostly the young and inexperienced.) Around this time Barnabas was well known and respected by the crew; Barnabas must’ve taught hundreds of tadpoles all from sailing, navigation on land/sea to haggling down a whore’s nightly price or the best techniques to drink others under the table or at least to get them drunk faster than you. Barnabas was reaching stability in his life, no longer young to be caught off guard by whatever the sea had to offer but still not too old to be held back by age.
So when Barnabas saw a young man drifting on a bit of burnt wood, floating away along with bits of debris and human bodies, Barnabas was not held back by neither ignorance nor health; he jumped in to bring the young man aboard. He was unconscious, badly burned and a tiefling. After he brought the young man aboard it was clear; whomever or whatever had attacked his ship and his was all that remained. There was no question among anyone that he would coming with them. His name was Drago. Barely twenty years old and truly an anomaly for the crew; never had they a tiefling on board. It wasn’t as if they were strangers to different races, they’ve seen tieflings, both slept with, drank, and even killed a just as equal an amount. For some it was just odd, and to the most paranoid an omen. Tieflings certainly have developed a reputation for the weird, and more often than not, when you dealt with Tieflings something always bad came out of it (if you weren’t watching them.) For all of the strange looks and misgivings aside Father Dory reminded the men that whatever life this boy lived (good or bad) was now over and that Selune had blessed this boy for another opportunity. And with that final word, it was decided.

When the boy came to, he was quiet, but responsive. The men tended to him as best as they could and as much as Drago let them. He was still in a dark place, and the men knew all too well where he was at, so they left him be. It wasn't long before the boy came back into himself and into the open arms of the crew. He was smart, and picked up on things quick. Only had to show him something once for him to understand and after a couple of tries to master. There was always something to do, learn, or someone to talk to. Drago like to move fast, never slowed down. He earned his place fast among the tadpoles and impressed even the most sternest of Salts aboard. The boy was a natural sailor. But what really separated the lad from everybody else, he was a real charmer and could back up whatever was said to whomever they were. A real blessing of Selune, to Father Dory. Even faster than Drago’s innate ability to master everything he touched, was the relationship that would form between himself and Father Dory. The two were close, then soon inseparable. You would’ve thought them Father and Son if it were not for his horns and crimson skin.

Drago’s arrival highlighted an unspoken rift between the crew; something that the men had always managed but never came to an understanding; this of course being the religious divide between the crew. It was only natural that Drago became a personal study for Father Dory; the more Drago learned from Father Dory’s lessons the more devout he himself became. Over the years that devotion turned to passion which developed zealotry than to outright fanaticism and what was once a small and mended rift became a complete and obvious divide. Most of the tadpoles and dozens of the old-timers came to see Drago as a prophet of the Lady herself, and borderline worshiped Father Dory. The other half made up of the salts and the old-timer’s that erred on tradition and the brotherhood that was formed through sailing/swordsmanship and being a bastion for the worlds orphans and societal castaways. Fights were more frequent, the crew trusted less.

The ship made anchor off the coast of a tropical island in the Frangeretur Sea; Father Dory received word of a newly discovered tribespeople, untainted by modern society and was a prime opportunity to set up the first mission on that island. However, upon drifting closer to the island the men began to spot wrecks of ships with varying degrees of sizes, make, it became obvious that they were not the first crew to sail here. They made anchor far out from the island, to avoid the bits of wreckage and to whatever or whomever destroyed these ships.

Drago coordinated the shore party and followed Father Dory into the thick and dark jungle while the boat was left in charge to Barnabas, being an executive officer by now. There was no telling when the shore party would be back, but communication was always maintained every couple of days, often for more supplies or to change out tired men, etc. Even if communication drop offed for a day or two, it wasn’t reason to fret, things can never go exactly as planned and more often than not it was because of some lost tadpole or weather that prevented word coming back. So when the first time came to send a party to reconnect with shore party Barnabas did so. When the first search party never returned Barnabas sent another, this time more old timers and with their weapons/armor (just in case.) When the second party didn’t come back Barnabas raised the alarm. It was one thing for a group of tadpoles to not return, but when you sent old-timers who didn’t come back…there was something very wrong. As if to punctuate Barnabas’ internal paranoia a deafening unworldly scream pierced his ears bringing the entire crew to their to his knees. It seemed to have shook the very island itself only to be replaced by roars of thunder and lightning, seemingly come out of nowhere. It was the worst storm Barnabas had ever experienced. Thick, torrents of rain, hurricane gales pushed men from starboard to port, port to starboard. The storm nearly tore the ship to pieces, if not for the combined efforts of the remaining crew and Barnabas as well. They managed to navigate the ship into a nearly enclosed beach that formed a half-crescent; enough to protect the ship from the worst of the storm, but not enough to keep the ship seaworthy. Barnabas and the rest of the crew abandoned their ship, for now, and backtracked their way back to the main landing area in which they were originally docked, it was around this time when the storm finally died down. Barnabas arranged half of the remaining crew to stray with the boat and begin salvaging what they could from the ship, while himself and the rest if the crew to follow the shore party path.

The worn path was harsh and unforgiving; vegetation was thick, and often leaves were razor sharp and tall, the path would fall down into steep hills and escalate just as quickly. Vegetation was thick and obnoxious. The jungle canopy towered overhead blocking out almost all sun or indication of daylight; with thick jungle canopy accompanied sweltering humidity and sealed in an enormously high temperature. One rarely could spot any wildlife but could always hear it. Whether it was insect or mammal the jungle teemed with organic noise but one could ever pin down exactly where it came from even if it seemed only inches away from you. It wasn’t long before they began to come across bodies, varying in decay and nature of death, and small encampments. These weren’t

For an indiscernible amount of time they trekked in the jungle and only stopped to set up camp when they came into a small clearing under a completely black sky, devoid of any stars or moon. By now there was no doubt in anyone’s mind that this was not an act of nature or pure coincidence by being shipwrecked, or how Father Dory came into information seemingly out of nowhere located IN the middle of nowhere. Their fates were being guided by something powerful, arcanic, and evil.

He wears scale mail and a black surcoat w/ a white cross on it. He has an elven tatoo marking him as a shaman over his right eye and check. He also wears his hair in a native american, shamanistic way.

On the mid-day before the winter solstice, Corvan, a former Commander in the Knight Hospitaler’s and his wife Maravanna, once a priestess of Corellon Larethain, were working in the fields with their children when they saw a white wolf emerge from the edge of the forest. The wolf barked at them as if beckoning them to follow him, and then disappeared back into the forest. Corvan grabbed his shovel for protection and told his wife and children to wait there for him until he returned, he then followed the direction the wolf disappeared at. Upon entering the forest, he heard more barking and followed the sound. Upon following the sounds, he came across a white wolf that laid dead, shot with an arrow, and next to the wolf was a human toddler around the age of 3 or so. He looked around for the child’s parent but found none, so he took the child back with him. He and his family took the child in and named him Sha’Verlas.

Over the year’s Verlas got older he was taught the ways of the land and how help out with the daily work as best as he could. One day the farm and surrounding farms were brutally attacked by a massive goblin raiding party, very few farmers survived that raid. Verlas was one of the few survivors from that raid, but none of his adopted family survived. He was found by a member of the Knight Hospitaler’s who were sent out to help any survivors. Since he had no family left, he was taken to a temple of Pelor and left there as a ward of the church. Verlas never forgot his foster family nor the knight’s who graciously helped him after the raid. He found the teachings of Pelor to be one he could follow and devote his life to. When he was old enough, he joined the Order of Hospitaler’s in order to learn more how he could help those in need, as was shown to him in the past.

He has spent many years on the frontier lines in service of the Hospitaler’s, most of his time was spent helping elven villages and various farming villages. He devoted his life in service of Pelor and to preservation of life and helping in those in need of his help.

He has a White-Wolf Spirit Companion.

Standing 6'2, 190 lbs. Zha'ruk's scaily skin is a dark copper bronze, with dark brownish black spots. His eyes are small slits of orange with beady black pupils. His ornate headdress, made from the skull of a gnoll and the feathers of carrion birds, signifies his status within his tribal community. The giant wooden maul he holds is adorned with carvings and headed with the crooked claws of some monstrous desert dweller.

(Better description coming soon, see picture.)

From the Southern Withering Lands; Zha'ruk grew up in savage culture, learning to wield a spear and axe from a ripe age. Traveling from oasis to oasis, he adapted to survive in the harsh desert climate. During his coming of age ceremony, he was pronounced defender of his nomadic tribe, and fought and hunted alongside his many brothers. Zha'ruk left his desert tribe in the southern Withering Lands, when the shaman told him of his visions; Something was amiss in the northern lands, though the medicine reptyl was extremely vague in his riddles, and only stressed the importance of the matter. And so it was, Zha'ruk's wanderlust had gotten the better of him, so he accepted the wise-reptyls request, and set forth to explore the lands to the north, in search of glory and knowledge, to return to his tribe.

How I ended up in a Tavern in Biris: Accompanied by my now semi-faithful companions Bjorngruff Halmeer, a warrior with questionable ethics, and Kalika Asrai a fanciful human dancer, whom both aided in the emancipation of one of my many reptylian brothers, from the clutches of degenerate slavers, by adhering to their requests (ransom) and retrieving said trinket for their greedy souls, No blood was spilt that day; We ended up back at ground zero, in what is considered a quiet tavern in Biris.
(More fleshed-out back-story coming soon)

Character Sheet
(Zha'ruk) Zcîsthüga Yõsthrogo Xornghälzshu

Concept: Desert Nomad
Alignment: I bet you'd like to know
Religion: The Mighty Blue Dragon (Opposed to Brass)
Languages: Reptyl (Desert), Trade Tongue

HP: 7/13
AC: 17
Move: 30 (2/mph)
BtH: +0
To Hit: d20+2
Armor: Tribal Hide 20 gp +3 25 lbs. ev:4(w)
Tribal Bone-Helm Head-Dress
Tribal Loincloth
Weapon: Maul (+1 Damage)* 12gp 1d10(+3) 15 lbs ev:5

Attributes
Base Roll 13,12,8,10,15,15
Primary
Strength: 16 (+2)
Constitution: 15 (+1)

Secondary
Dexterity: 12 (+0)
Wisdom: 12 (+0)
Intelligence: 10 (+0)
Charisma: 8 (-1)

Gear ER: 16 Current: 13

Backpack 2 gp 2 lbs. 2(w) Cap 8

Flint and Steel 1 gp 0.5 lbs.
5 x Incense, Stick 1 gp
-Bottle 2 gp 0.5 lbs. ev:1 cap 1 (Full)
-Bottle 2 gp 0.5 lbs. ev:1 cap 1 (Full)
-Rations (4 days) 4 lbs. ev:4
-Tinder Box (10 fires) 1 gp 4 lbs. ev.2

Belt Pouch, Large 1 gp 1 lbs. 1(w) cap: 2
-Bottle 2 gp 0.5 lbs. ev:1 cap 1 (Full)
-Bottle 2 gp 0.5 lbs. ev:1 cap 1 (Full)
-Coin Skin (59silver 6copper 4tin) (or equivalent)

Racial Abilities[/B]
+1 to Str, -1 to Dex (Large Reptyl), Darkvision, Move:30', Fearless, Climatic adjustment, Natural AC of 14, in Desert; gain +2 to any hide attempt and +1 to not being surprised.

Barbarian Abilities
HD: d12
BtH: +0
Armor Prof: Chain shirt, hide, leather, padded, ring mail, studded leather

COMBAT SENSE: A barbarian has an uncanny sense for the presence of foes when in a threatening environment, which reduces the effectiveness of rear attacks against them. Attacks from the flank receive no bonus to hit against a barbarian, and any bonuses for attacks against a barbarian’s back are halved. For example, a rogue may use the back attack ability against a barbarian, but with only a +2 bonus to hit, instead of +4.

PRIMAL FORCE: A barbarian’s innate toughness and ability to withstand pain and punishment imparts a +1 bonus to all saving throws versus paralysis, polymorph, petrification and death attacks. The bonus increases to +2 at 3rd level, +3 at 6th level, +4 at 10th level, and +5 at 15th level.

XP:337
Rep:1

Name: Peaches Lynne Montgomery
Age: 14
Hair: Dirty Blonde
Eyes: Blue
Height: 5'6"
Build: Slender, Willowy

Character Sheet:

Stats:
Strength 6, Stamina 2, Agility 0, Dexterity 0, Fighting 1, Intelligence -1, Awareness -1, Presence -1

Defenses:
Dodge 6, Parry 6, Fortitude 6, Toughness 6, Willpower 6

Skills:
Athletics 6, Close Combat 6 (Unarmed), Deception 1, Perception 1, Sleight of Hand 5, Stealth 7, Ranged Combat (Bio-Energy Blasts) 6
-Skills From Powers-
Technology* 4 (Only For the Purposes of Disabling Security Systems)

Advantages:
Attractive 1, Improved Initiative 1, Luck 1, Power Attack
-Advantages Gained From Powers-
Inspire 5, Leadership, Set-Up, Teamwork

Powers:

B&E Enhanced Trait 2: Technology +4, Innate, (Limited: Only for the Purposes of Disabling Security Systems)

Basic Flight: Flight 1

Enhanced Physique:
-Enhanced Trait 16: (+6 Strength, +2 Stamina)
-Legwork: Speed 4
-[ALT] Jump: Leaping 4
-Steel-Like Skin: Protection 4

Sibling Mental Link:
-Sibling Communication Link: Senses 1, Communication Link, Mental
-Psychic Feedback: Immunity 10, Psychic Descriptor, Reflect, Limited: Half Effect, Quirk: Psychic Feedback Drops if Sibling Mental Link is broken/interrupted
-Enhanced Teamwork: Enhanced Trait 8, Advantages: Inspire 5, Leadership, Set-Up, Teamwork (Limited: All Advantages Function Only in Regards to Her Twin Brother)

Sibling Symmetry [Array]:
Bio-Energy Point Defense: Deflect 6 (Extended Range 2, Precise; Limited: Only while in contact with her brother)
[Alt]Bio-Energy Rejuvenation: Healing 6 (Resurrection, Limited: Only her brother)
[Alt]Bio-Energy Release: Blast 6 (Limited: Only while in contact with her brother)
[Alt]Bio-Energy Warp: Teleport 2 (Accurate, Change Direction, Change Velocity Limited: Only to Teleport Adjacent to Her Brother)
[Alt] Locate Sibling: Senses 6 (Detect: Her Brother (Mental), Extended 3, Radius, Ranged)
[Alt] Tandem Flight: Flight 6 (Stacks with Basic Flight, Limited: Only in Contact With Her Brother)

Complications:

Motivation: Thrills, She loves the rush of a well planned heist or a brutal fight

Power Loss: Should she go 24 hours without physical contact with her brother

Combat Stats:

Initiative +4
Unarmed +6 / 6 Damage
Grapple +0
Bio-Energy Release +6 / 6 Damage

Point Breakdown:

Abilities: -4, Defenses: 22, Skills: 10, Advantages: 2, Powers: 44 = 74 Points

100 points @ Level 6, -16 pps to account for all starting attributes beginning at -1.