Name: Answers to Wizard or Magical Arsehole. Also, there are some who call him... TIM.
Items: Catsplosion (2d3)(3)(AoE 5)(3/6), Fire Bolt (1d6)(4/6)(1), Wildcard (2d6-1d12)(1/6), Wooden Staff
Profession: Wizard
Race: Wizard
Health: 6
Additional Status:
Skills: Offensive Spells 3, Overall Magics 3
Bio: The Wizard of Soth, a small island chain with a serious cat infestation.
Motivation: Magical Arsehole is here to get loot and "test" magic on stuff, and he's fresh out of lootsacks!
Strength:3
Dexterity:2
Reflexes:2
Intelligence: 4
You hop simply down the other side of the hut, without being noticed. More bullets hit the chimney, knocking half of it over. It looks like they haven't seen you yet.
What do you do now?
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Name: X5
Profession: Vigilante (See Bio)
Race: Augmented - Sub-Dermal armour - Inbuilt armour, provides protection whilst reducing speed. && Computer aided vision - Allows extra vision modes such as infra red and targeting, but vision can be overloaded for a short time and can glitch.
Appearance: X5 is large and well built, with close shaved brown hair. Most of the area around his eye is occupied by his Visual Augmentation system, and his other eye socket is completely empty.
Bio: Victor Kar was in his early life a member of the IEF - International Elite Forces. This group operated under it's own control, taking on tasks which only the brightest and best could achieve in return for two things, a roof over their heads and a certain amount of freedom from the law. With intergalactic travel, their services became more and more neccessary as crime moved rapidly through juristictions and traditional policing had little effect. And in free space, where the raiders often lay in orbit, there was no law at all.
The man himself was known for his no nonsense approach to his work - he took no prisoners and was known for his tenacity and the fact that he had never once backed down for a challenge. Of course, he only had to fail once in the end. A mission on Earth, seeking a criminal - Derius Kar, his brother - who was making people dissapear without any trace whatsoever. He found the villain there, and a massive battle commenced. All the IEF members lost their lives, Kar included. And as he was shot, he witnessed his killer run through a doorway to nothing, and simply vanish.
Kar awoke in a lab, surrounded by the corpses of his squad. Bodies that lay, cold, blue, and lifeless, outlined in red in his head. But he wasn't. And clearly, he had changed.
It took two more years of training before the cyborg deemed himself ready. The process that had ressurected him had failed on those he considered family, and his true family was responsible. Disgusted, Victor discarded that name, and took the project's codename as his own - X5. Then he set out, searching for Derius, a man who dissapeared through the portal.
Items: Winchester 20V Shotgun (2d6) (2/6), Persuader Pistol (1d6)(3/6)(Quick), Sub Dermal Armor (1d6)(-1)
Health: 8
Additional Status:
Skills: Shotguns (3), Hand Guns (3), Heavy Guns (2)
Strength: 4
Dexterity: 3
Reflexes: 4
Intelligence: 2
Charisma: 2
Charisma: 3
You look around for any signs of a village. Finding none, you decided to look for any signs of life. The closest you find is a distant campground, with a single cargo truck parked around a fire. Not much a lead, but they probably know where the nearest village is.
You start off on your journey to meet the other travelers, making a steady pace for about two hours before arriving. There are two men sitting around the fire, apparently made with fire wood brought in from our reality. You ask them where the nearest village is.
"Its to the west 'bout a hundred miles." One answers, "No mate you don't wanna go there. Its called the Clam Shell by travelers. Anyone who goes near it gets blown up, gotta mine field or something. People who get past don' get much out of it, the people don' like our people. You would be better off going a hundred miles east, were the other village is."
The men talk between themselves quietly for a minute. "How about you come with us, mate?" the first one asks. "We are going to a rich little town about two hundred miles from here. We have a truck, we could have been here already if we didn't get a flat. We could use some protection, all we have are these little pistols...."
What do you do now?