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Lynch
Name: Lynch
Age: 27
Playbys: SIGNALIS
(If you try to represent his face as a shounen anime character or 3D people, I will eat a cricket and shove my leg up your f***ing Yellowstone, bitch.)
Young guy of Asian descent. Black hair. The sides and back are shaved by number three, while the top and front are long enough to be probably suited as a natural cap.
As far as I know, this one was originally from the Empire, but let's just say that life in his later 20s didn't go so well. Heartbreak. Depression. Personal and financial issues. It was no wonder that he enlisted himself in the Empire's military through Buyan's recruitment center.
He did good as a rifleman, but something snapped in his head. PTSD aside, he also felt that something is wrong with the Empire and he felt drawn to the Eusan Nation's ideals and imagery. Long story short, he mutinied and defected to the Eusan Nation. Stole a small ship before the authorities could catch him as he left Buyan to space.
In a later time, which is now, he recently crashed into Leng, near a mining facility called Sierpinski. Armed with only a knife, and equipped with the uniform he stands in and the last few rations left in the ship, he crawled out into the snow and had been trying to sneak inside said facility for warmth.
Good luck, scum.
Age: 27
Playbys: SIGNALIS
(If you try to represent his face as a shounen anime character or 3D people, I will eat a cricket and shove my leg up your f***ing Yellowstone, bitch.)
Young guy of Asian descent. Black hair. The sides and back are shaved by number three, while the top and front are long enough to be probably suited as a natural cap.
As far as I know, this one was originally from the Empire, but let's just say that life in his later 20s didn't go so well. Heartbreak. Depression. Personal and financial issues. It was no wonder that he enlisted himself in the Empire's military through Buyan's recruitment center.
He did good as a rifleman, but something snapped in his head. PTSD aside, he also felt that something is wrong with the Empire and he felt drawn to the Eusan Nation's ideals and imagery. Long story short, he mutinied and defected to the Eusan Nation. Stole a small ship before the authorities could catch him as he left Buyan to space.
In a later time, which is now, he recently crashed into Leng, near a mining facility called Sierpinski. Armed with only a knife, and equipped with the uniform he stands in and the last few rations left in the ship, he crawled out into the snow and had been trying to sneak inside said facility for warmth.
Good luck, scum.
D*ckwad's Warhammer Fantasy Sheet
This is D*ckwad's character sheet should he be placed in the Warhammer Fantasy universe. He is fit to be a squire despite being a hedge knight, as he was only knighted the day before he tolchocked his family and rode away from his home.
WS: 26
BS: 26
Strengh: 25
Toughness: 24
Agility: 26
Willpower: 45
Fellowship: 20
Intelligence: 39
Attacks: 1
Wounds (aka health): 14
Str bonus: 2
Toughness bonus: 2
Movement: 4
Insanity Point: 0
Fate Point: 3
(Skills and Talent in Career, both related and non related)
CAREER: SQUIRE
WS Bonus: 15
BS Bonus: 5
Str Bonus: 5
Toughness Bonus: 5
Agility Bonus: 5
Fel Bonus: 5
Attacks Bonus: 1
Talents: Etiquette, Specialist Weapon Group (Cavalry), Strike Mighty Blow, Coolheaded, Luck
Skills: Common Knowledge (Brettonian), Animal Care, Animal Training, Charm, Dodge Blow, Ride, Speak Breton, Common Knowledge (Empire), Gossip, Speak Reikspiel
EQUIPMENT
11 crowns, 0 silver, 0 copper
Full Chainmail (AP: 3)
Mace (+0 Strength Bonus aka Damage)
Heater shield
WS: 26
BS: 26
Strengh: 25
Toughness: 24
Agility: 26
Willpower: 45
Fellowship: 20
Intelligence: 39
Attacks: 1
Wounds (aka health): 14
Str bonus: 2
Toughness bonus: 2
Movement: 4
Insanity Point: 0
Fate Point: 3
(Skills and Talent in Career, both related and non related)
CAREER: SQUIRE
WS Bonus: 15
BS Bonus: 5
Str Bonus: 5
Toughness Bonus: 5
Agility Bonus: 5
Fel Bonus: 5
Attacks Bonus: 1
Talents: Etiquette, Specialist Weapon Group (Cavalry), Strike Mighty Blow, Coolheaded, Luck
Skills: Common Knowledge (Brettonian), Animal Care, Animal Training, Charm, Dodge Blow, Ride, Speak Breton, Common Knowledge (Empire), Gossip, Speak Reikspiel
EQUIPMENT
11 crowns, 0 silver, 0 copper
Full Chainmail (AP: 3)
Mace (+0 Strength Bonus aka Damage)
Heater shield
D*ckwad
Name: D*ckwad
Age: 26
Playby: Medieval times. Maybe even Renaissance. Both applied to fantastical and non-fantasy worlds.
D*ckwad is an impoverished knight who wanders around the land in search of tournaments, knightly or mercenary services.
He is a young guy with messy, long black hair, and a face wearing a frown and usually droopy eyes. If they widen, you are f***ed. Either way, he has the look of a lad who went through some sh*t and had enough of it. No, don't ask for pictures, I can never find a perfect one for him.
His armor is a full suit of chainmail. A coif and arming cap for his head, a long sleeved hauberk for the torso and arms, a gambeson underneath, and mail chausses for the legs. His weapons are a heatee shield and mace, because you definitely need maces to beat the ever living sh*t out of people, especially when they are armored.
What's the story? Well D*ckwad was born nobility. His mom and dad are both countess and earl respectively, and he had a good, priveleged life. Typical of you noble kids. He later became a page in the court, followed by a squire when he is a teen. He was squire until at the age of 26 because for some f***ing reason he was always overlooked in knighting ceremonies. The prettier squires got the title. I bet my balls that the knights and lords like them pretty boys.
Anyways. Throughout his life, his relationship with his parents and some peers were getting strained when he became disillusioned with nobility and saw how sh*tty nobles can be. His parents pressured him into getting to politics but he just couldnt grasp it in full.
When he was FINALLY knighted, he was on the breaking point. He was told to marry some princess bitch to carry out the legacy, but because of his self doubts and choosing to be rather lonely than being hurt by a loved one in the future, he refuses.
Under pressure, he finally snapped. He tolchocked and almost maimed his parents, donned the afromentioned armor given to him as a new knight, took his shield, stole a mace after curb stomping another noble, and escaped. He didnt manage to take a lance, rather he stole a horse and rode as far as he can into the wilderness before dumping it and ran off, never looking back.
D*ckwad's money is now dwindling despite attending some tournaments or being hired for service for some time. Who knows what else is in store for our poor knight.
The house may still be on alert for him when they are still butthurt at the fact that nobles can bleed.
Age: 26
Playby: Medieval times. Maybe even Renaissance. Both applied to fantastical and non-fantasy worlds.
D*ckwad is an impoverished knight who wanders around the land in search of tournaments, knightly or mercenary services.
He is a young guy with messy, long black hair, and a face wearing a frown and usually droopy eyes. If they widen, you are f***ed. Either way, he has the look of a lad who went through some sh*t and had enough of it. No, don't ask for pictures, I can never find a perfect one for him.
His armor is a full suit of chainmail. A coif and arming cap for his head, a long sleeved hauberk for the torso and arms, a gambeson underneath, and mail chausses for the legs. His weapons are a heatee shield and mace, because you definitely need maces to beat the ever living sh*t out of people, especially when they are armored.
What's the story? Well D*ckwad was born nobility. His mom and dad are both countess and earl respectively, and he had a good, priveleged life. Typical of you noble kids. He later became a page in the court, followed by a squire when he is a teen. He was squire until at the age of 26 because for some f***ing reason he was always overlooked in knighting ceremonies. The prettier squires got the title. I bet my balls that the knights and lords like them pretty boys.
Anyways. Throughout his life, his relationship with his parents and some peers were getting strained when he became disillusioned with nobility and saw how sh*tty nobles can be. His parents pressured him into getting to politics but he just couldnt grasp it in full.
When he was FINALLY knighted, he was on the breaking point. He was told to marry some princess bitch to carry out the legacy, but because of his self doubts and choosing to be rather lonely than being hurt by a loved one in the future, he refuses.
Under pressure, he finally snapped. He tolchocked and almost maimed his parents, donned the afromentioned armor given to him as a new knight, took his shield, stole a mace after curb stomping another noble, and escaped. He didnt manage to take a lance, rather he stole a horse and rode as far as he can into the wilderness before dumping it and ran off, never looking back.
D*ckwad's money is now dwindling despite attending some tournaments or being hired for service for some time. Who knows what else is in store for our poor knight.
The house may still be on alert for him when they are still butthurt at the fact that nobles can bleed.
Moose
Name: Moose (not his real name)
Age: 26
Playby: A cyberpunk world.
Zombie cubicle. Salaryman. Corporate drone.
Wake up. Food. Rail. Work. Food. Work. Rail. Food. Sleep.
Wake up. Food. Rail. Work. Food. Work. Rail. Food. Sleep.
Wake up. Food. Rail. Work. Food. Work. Rail. Food. Sleep.
Wake up. Food. Rail. Work. Food. Work. Rail. Paycheck. Food. Sleep.
Motivation declining. Divine Light Severed. You are a flesh automaton animated by neurotransmitters. Traverse the grid of death with the power of misery.
No more. You had it. Take loans. Buy gear. Ready for a new kind of hustle.
No. A NEW job. You f***ed up in your work. The mistake was severe enough to warrant a termination without a severance check. Eviction from corporate subsidized apartment imminent. You have 24 hours. You still owe 7k.
The loaner is not patient when it comes to repayment with interest.
Age: 26
Playby: A cyberpunk world.
Zombie cubicle. Salaryman. Corporate drone.
Wake up. Food. Rail. Work. Food. Work. Rail. Food. Sleep.
Wake up. Food. Rail. Work. Food. Work. Rail. Food. Sleep.
Wake up. Food. Rail. Work. Food. Work. Rail. Food. Sleep.
Wake up. Food. Rail. Work. Food. Work. Rail. Paycheck. Food. Sleep.
Motivation declining. Divine Light Severed. You are a flesh automaton animated by neurotransmitters. Traverse the grid of death with the power of misery.
No more. You had it. Take loans. Buy gear. Ready for a new kind of hustle.
No. A NEW job. You f***ed up in your work. The mistake was severe enough to warrant a termination without a severance check. Eviction from corporate subsidized apartment imminent. You have 24 hours. You still owe 7k.
The loaner is not patient when it comes to repayment with interest.