Post by lululu42 on Nov 23, 2010 23:39:48 GMT -5
Well here is one of my characters that I ran in a campaign that fell somewhere.
Real Name: n/a
Secret identity:Tim (or at least that's who he refers himself as)
Height:5'11"
Weight:
Hair: Black
Eyes: Brown
ABILITIES
Int: 5
Str: 2
Agi: 6
Spd: 3
Dur: 3
Health: 3
Energy: 9
MODIFIERS
-Photographic Memory
-Healing Factor: Instant (Requires Power Source)
-Life Attachment
-Fast Draw
-Targeting
EQUIPMENTS
- .50Cal Revolver
- Broom Handle Pistol
ACTIONS
Close Combat 4
-knives, Swords, Sticks, Katars-
Ranged Combat 6
-Throwing, Pistols, Revolvers-
General Knowledge 4
Private Investigation 8
-Tailing, Interrogation, Breaking & Entering, Searching, Locating Individuals, Surveillance, Lock picking-
Acrobatics 3
Shrink 5
Nationality: U.K.
Occupation: P.I.
History:(Note: Tim's history is all according to him. Any records before 1998 are untraceable or can not be
separated from fact or fiction.)
Well i was born somewhere in Colorado around 1913 i think? or was it 1893? Anyway the great war broke out and i drafted myself. Well actually I illegally went over to king and country and enlisted there. (that's on the record right?) You know after fighting in a great war for like five years i woke to find this thing attached to my heart. I don't know to much aboot the device but the fact that it saved my life is enough for me. What? World War two? oh yea that war. Well that's when I learned what this little dohicky really does. You see in 1941 James bond convinced Hitler and his SS that certain things should be banned. Well being an Occult spy for the royal SIS and talking in my sleep didn't quite help me on my end. OF COURSE NOT! They took me out into the woods and shot me! Well the shot me several times. Well lets just say one hundred fifty 8mm Mauser rounds isn't much fun. Though when I got back up right away they ran as if some unspeakable horror had been summoned or some such thing. I'm also sure one of them crapped themselves. After World war two I returned to the U.S. to find some nice looking threads and started my gig up in Britannia. Though I think the king hates me as he keeps sending me to the U.S. or some other far off country. Oh right the gun well the broom I got in Tselinoyarsk and the revolver was given to me by a tumble weed named Russel.
Facts: Tim established his Private Investigation Business in 1998.
Notes: We believe Tim to be suffering from paranoia, Schizophrenia, and Amnesia. Tim believes however that the comic writer hates him.
Side Note: Tim plays off like he is insane to throw off teammates and friends. It's just more fun that way.
Real Name: n/a
Secret identity:Tim (or at least that's who he refers himself as)
Height:5'11"
Weight:
Hair: Black
Eyes: Brown
ABILITIES
Int: 5
Str: 2
Agi: 6
Spd: 3
Dur: 3
Health: 3
Energy: 9
MODIFIERS
-Photographic Memory
-Healing Factor: Instant (Requires Power Source)
-Life Attachment
-Fast Draw
-Targeting
EQUIPMENTS
- .50Cal Revolver
- Broom Handle Pistol
ACTIONS
Close Combat 4
-knives, Swords, Sticks, Katars-
Ranged Combat 6
-Throwing, Pistols, Revolvers-
General Knowledge 4
Private Investigation 8
-Tailing, Interrogation, Breaking & Entering, Searching, Locating Individuals, Surveillance, Lock picking-
Acrobatics 3
Shrink 5
Nationality: U.K.
Occupation: P.I.
History:(Note: Tim's history is all according to him. Any records before 1998 are untraceable or can not be
separated from fact or fiction.)
Well i was born somewhere in Colorado around 1913 i think? or was it 1893? Anyway the great war broke out and i drafted myself. Well actually I illegally went over to king and country and enlisted there. (that's on the record right?) You know after fighting in a great war for like five years i woke to find this thing attached to my heart. I don't know to much aboot the device but the fact that it saved my life is enough for me. What? World War two? oh yea that war. Well that's when I learned what this little dohicky really does. You see in 1941 James bond convinced Hitler and his SS that certain things should be banned. Well being an Occult spy for the royal SIS and talking in my sleep didn't quite help me on my end. OF COURSE NOT! They took me out into the woods and shot me! Well the shot me several times. Well lets just say one hundred fifty 8mm Mauser rounds isn't much fun. Though when I got back up right away they ran as if some unspeakable horror had been summoned or some such thing. I'm also sure one of them crapped themselves. After World war two I returned to the U.S. to find some nice looking threads and started my gig up in Britannia. Though I think the king hates me as he keeps sending me to the U.S. or some other far off country. Oh right the gun well the broom I got in Tselinoyarsk and the revolver was given to me by a tumble weed named Russel.
Facts: Tim established his Private Investigation Business in 1998.
Notes: We believe Tim to be suffering from paranoia, Schizophrenia, and Amnesia. Tim believes however that the comic writer hates him.
Side Note: Tim plays off like he is insane to throw off teammates and friends. It's just more fun that way.