Particle Man:
Song:They Might Be Giants-Particle man
Name: Particle man
You are a tiny being known only as a Particleman. You and your tribe of Particlemen have recently discovered advanced technology seemingly left here by the interstellar gods. Possessing a sort of hive mind, you and a band of Particlemen managed to work together to bring this giant technology online, and take off in a ship just as several of your villages are destroyed by the evil Trianglemen. Armed with new knowledge and technology, you depart on a quest for revenge, to do to the Trainglemen what they did to you. In fact, there's a Triangleman ship off in the distance...
Health: 30 (I'm going to say that there's about 30 of you, with 1HP each.
Skills:
Hive-Mind = Because of your relative size, you can't do much alone, however, when you and your friends band together, you can think and act as one. Penalty to all actions when alone, +1 to all Intelligence based actions when together.
Small = Because of your small stature, you can get into areas that others can't, and your small hands are more nimble. However, you won't be able to put up much of a fight against a normal sized opponent. +1 to all Dexterity based rolls, -1 to all strength based rolls.
Equipment:
Old Laser Pistol = It's a little rusty, but it still works.
Ship:
Small, beat-up freighter = Well, it's got all the necessities in working condition, but not much else. One fore and one aft laser turret, 25 HP.
Capt. Sullivan:
Song Name & Link: This Fire Burns as One
Name: Capt. Sullivan
You are the captain of a crew of Dwarven space-pirates. One day, you and your crew stumble upon an ancient artifact which you bring about your ship, little by little, your crew begin to mutate and go insane, and you wonder if this is the artifact's doing. You finally decide one morning, after your first-mate tries to murder you with a screwdriver, that something has to be done.
Health: 25
Skills:
Dwarfliness = You are a true dwarf, you have a long beard, a bulbous nose, and a great love of alcohol. You are short, stout, and ready for anything. However, you are short tempered and prone to violence, especially when your height is involved. +1 to willpower checks, but -2 to all non-violent actions when angry until calm.
Pirate = In addition to being a dwarf, you are also a pirate. You love to plunder and pillage, and you can hold your own in close quarters combat. But when it comes to smart decisions, you better leave that to the navigation crew. +1 to melee combat rolls, -1 to intelligence checks.
Equipment:
Adamantium Space-Cutlass = A super strong sword meant to endure the rigors of raiding and plundering, without much upkeep.
Ship:
The Fiery Death = A modified Cargo ship with plenty of firepower, a huge back engine and extra shielding. This baby hits hard and fast, but it's prone to malfunction due to the huge number of modifications. If only the boys in engineering didn't have tentacles coming out of their face... HP: 50
Tsar Fuzzy:
Song: Complete History of the Soviet Union, Arranged to the Melody of Tetris
Name: Tsar Fuzzy
You are a worker aboard the station of New Moscow. The work is hard and the pay is terrible, and you and your fellow workers are fed up. You decide to start a revolution to take over the station, and make sure that the workers are treated fairly and equally. That or you just want to be the Tsar for a while... Muahaha!
Health: 20
Skills:
Engineer = You spend all day in a manufacturing plant, how hard could it be to transfer that knowledge and experience into building weapons? +1 to all engineering rolls.
Leader of the People = You have a natural air of leadership about you, however, your presence and attitude makes it hard for you to be stealthy. +1 to charisma checks, -1 to stealth rolls.
Equipment:
Makeshift Laser Rifle = a few lenses there, a power pack here, throw in a knob and a switch for good measure, and ta-da! A rifle!
Big Metal Rod = Good for bashing and prying, but not much else.
Ship:
New Moscow = You may not be able to pilot it, but it's got a hull and thrusters, so it goes here. HP: 300
The Man in Black:
Johnny Cash- Hurt
Name: The man in black.
The black robes, the sullen look, that awkward way you walk. No doubt about it, you're a space-outcast. You've never actually been planetside, nor have you ever been on a ship that you owned. You wander that galaxy in search of acceptance. But no one wants to even look at you, probably because you're also dead. While zombies are fairly common nowadays, the majority don't really have brains enough to speak, let alone think for themselves. You've heard of a place, a zombie utopia, where those with brains can live in peace, without being persecuted. It seems too good to be true, but you still hold out hope. Suddenly, you're awakened from your daydreaming by a loud explosion inside the ship you've hitched a ride on...
Health: 35
Skills:
Dead = Being a zombie, your nerve-endings have dulled to the point that it's hard to feel anything anymore. No penalties for being wounded, -1 to dexterity checks.
Outcast = Nobody wants to look at you. On the bright side, nobody wants to see you. -1 to charisma checks, +1 to stealth.
Equipment:
Standard Laser Pistol = You took this from a store when the woman behind the counter screamed an ran off.
Book of Spells, Necromancy Edition = You found this, along with your robes, on the body of the man who raised you from the dead after one of his creations ate him. You have no idea how to use it.
Ship:
The Molten Core = Your standard military patrol ship, currently under fire. HP: 45/50
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