Character Directory

MOVEMENT: 10/25, Swim: 6
GENOTYPE: Elf
AGE: 47 (DoB: 07/NOV/1974)
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 6 ft. 2 in.
WEIGHT: 144 lb.
HAIR: Brunette
EYES: Green
SKIN: Indo-American
COMPOSURE: 10
JUDGE INTENTIONS: 10
LIFT/CARRY: 8
LIFT/CARRY WEIGHT: 60 kg/40 kg
MEMORY: 8

BODY: 4
AGILITY: 5
REACTION: 4
STRENGTH: 4
CHARISMA: 6
INTUITION: 4
LOGIC: 4
WILLPOWER: 4
EDGE: 2
INITIATIVE: 8 (11); INIT PASSES: 1 (4)

Combat Active Skills
Archery 4
Automatics 4
Blades 4
Clubs 4
Dodge 8
Heavy Weapons 4
Longarms (Sniper Rifles) 8 (10)
Pistols 4
Throwing Weapons 8
Unarmed Combat 8
Physical Active Skills
Animal Handling 3
Animal Training 3
Climbing 6
Disguise 3
Diving 3
Escape Artist 4
Flight 6
Gymnastics 7
Infiltration 8
Navigation 7
Palming 4
Parachuting 3
Perception 8
Riding 3
Running 6
Shadowing 6
Physical Active Skills
Survival 7
Swimming 6
Tracking 7
Social Active Skills
Con 8
Etiquette 8
Instruction 5
Intimidation 5
Leadership 8
Negotiation 8
Technical Active Skills
Armorer 6
Artisan 3
Computer 5
Cybercombat 3
Data Search 5
Demolitions 6
First Aid 3
Forgery 4
Hacking 3
Hardware 5
Locksmith 8
Medicine (Trauma Surgery) 6 (8)
Software 5
Vehicle Active Skills
Gunnery 4
Pilot Ground Craft 3
Pilot Watercraft 3
KNOWLEDGE SKILLS
Biology (Anatomy) 6 (8)
Language: English N
Language: French 6
Language: Salish N
Logistics 7
Mathematics 6
Military Theory (Small Unit and Guerilla Tactics) 7 (9)
Music 6
Psychology 7
Scrounging 7
Smuggling Routes 6
Terror Groups 7
Tribal Lore (Salish) 6 (8)
Underworld Finance 8
Underworld Politics 6

Lillebror, more affectionately known as "Lil' Brother", is a creature from generations-old tales meant to scare disobedient children into behaving: a bugbear. 7' tall with a light brown hide and dark brown fur, he fights unarmored, primarliy wielding a wooden shield and a heavy flail.

He is almost never seen not shadowing the every step of his "Big Brother", Scratch, the kobold knight of St. Cuthbert.

2.4 meters tall (and still growing!)

Weighs 362.8 kg.

Armored, reptilian skin with spiked bone protrusions

Yellow eyes, no body hair

I (and my four "brothers" before me)was engineered in an underground military base somewhere in Canada. Our series was designed for anti-vehicle warfare and ordinance disposal. During an attack by party or parties unknown I evacuated Fort Mackenzie with one of my designers, Dr. Alejandra Vega. She smuggled us out of Canada and enrolled me at the Academy.

Well Jack was a nice looking man a few years ago and now he is an anthropomorphic fox. He wears a mithril chain mail, a dark green cloak, carries a long sword and wields a staff with a bone dragon headpiece.

A dark being named Gloom started Jack down the magical path. He was poor weaver on Old Man Robert's farm, that was a lifetime ago. Now he's a patron free wizard. He's having fun even through death took him once and still seeks him.

Rook is a dragonborn of the blue variety. His draconic blood grants him a great stature and build. He stands at 6' 10", 7'9" if measured from the tops of his wings. His size and overall demeanor cause others to be easily... "persuaded" when speaking to him. Even when he's not bullying his way through interactions with the other races, he is still a fairly charismatic person and friendly if you're someone he likes.
His pitfighter gear covers very little of his body allowing him excellent mobility. The majority of his apparel is leather straps holding on a few metal plates on one of his shoulders and both elbows. His heavily plated gauntlets are magically imbued to store his trusted weapons, his matching tri-headed flails.
His sheltered and brutal upbringing has left Rook with very little understanding of how the world outside the sands functions.

Rook's egg was purchased by a man named Gar Helmond in hopes it was the egg of a drake or large lizard to be used in his gladatorial pit fights around the continent. His disappointment was made very apparent every day when Rook was growing up. Not the most ideal father figure, Gar barely gave Rook what he needed to survive and occupied all his time with chores and reprimanding beatings.

When Rook's adult size became apparent Gar realized that his purchase may not have been such a bad deal after all and maybe he could recoup some of the cost for raising Rook. He entered him in the pits expecting profit or, at the very least, a decrease in his monthly expenses. Rook's first fight was noticed by a dwarf by the name Nikolai Petruchiev who promptly purchased Rook from Gar. Gar walked away with a fat coin purse and Rook thought he was finally free. He couldn't be more wrong.

The next 24 years of Rook's life were a literal fight for survival. As the bodies piled up, his debt slowly lowered. Each week was a new venue. While traveling to each of the capitals would have been a lovely vacation for most, Rook only saw the towering walls of each of the gladatorial rings.

Finally, Rook's luck changed. He was offered his freedom from a dwarf known as Boris. He gave Rook a loan to purchase his freedom. In his naivety, Rook just traded one pair of shackles for another. Finally out of the colosseums Rook explored the new outside world and quickly realized in a world full of people he was still alone.

He didn't see another of his like for years. In the Human Capital of (NAME) he finally met another dragonborn named Valtiek who told Rook the legends of their race. Wanting to know more of his heritage he set out to gain as much knowledge as possible.

2 months into his quest he was confronted by a group of Boris's thugs asking for payment and interest for his loan. Confused and scared Rook was backed into a corner. Not knowing what to do, he turned to the only thing he'd ever known and butchered the men. He didn't know how he'd acquire the money to pay Boris back so he started to search for jobs. Few fit his skill set until a man approached him with an offer. A solution to his loan problem. A job that Rook was perfectly suited for.