Daniele Domici
Daniele Domici[edit]
Str: 11 / +0
Int: 14 / +1
Dex: 13 / +0
Wis: 16 / +1
Con: 6 / -1
Cha: 14 / +1
Age: 21
Skills[edit]
(Saved Skill points 3)
Athletics 0
Business 0
Combat/Energy Wpns 1
Combat/Primative 0
Culture/Domici Home 0
Culture/Spacer 0
Language (Corsican Spanish/ Native)
Language (Domici (Italian dialect/written code))
Language (English)
Language (Mandarin)
Leadership 1
Navigation 1
Perception 0
Persuade 2
Security 0
Tech/Postech 0
Tech/Astro 1
Tech/Medical 0
Vehicle/Space 2
Combat and Saves[edit]
AC: 4
HP: 14
Attack Bonus: 2
Laser Pistol +3 (+2 skill, +1 pistol)
Saves:
Physical Effect: 14 Mental Effect: 13 Evasion: 10 Tech: 9 Luck: 12
XP: 13,664
NLG: 25,080
Equipment[edit]
Encumberance is in <these>
Worn:
Combat field uniform <0>
Sword, mono blade <1>
Dagger (Matches sword) <1>
Laser Pistol ( Shots fired: 0)
(x3 spare Type A batteries on belt) <1>
Compad <0>
Argus Web <1>
Backpack <0/10>
Backpack (TL 4):
Grenades (x4)
Survival kit <1>
Atmo filter <1>
Binoculars (TL 4) <1>
Lazurus patch (x1) <1>
Rations (x1) <1>
Glow bugs (x4) <0>
Spare dagger that matches above <1>
Medkit (1 of 2) <2>
Bioscanner <1>
Metatool <1>
Hovercraft
Vacc Suit
Toolkit/Astronautic
Toolkit/Postech
Toolkit/Pretech
Ship
Medkit (1 of 2) <2>
Lazurus patch (x2)
B cells for comm server (5)
Type A batteries (x7)
Credits and Cash
Funds[edit]
Cr 2,000 (cash)
Chips 4 (1000 Cr), 10 (500 Cr), 17 (100 Cr), 17 ( 50 Cr)
Spent 1,000 on business meals, paperwork, new clothes, and a decent room the week in port.
722 to ship slush fund
Background[edit]
Daniele kicked his feet up on the pilot's board and grinned smugly. Once again he mentally read Susan's goodbye comm; he would never amount to anything, his plans weren't big enough for her, blah... blah... blah... A decade ago it had shredded his heart. He had left everything to be wherever she was. He just didn't count on her wanting to be with someone else. Once the tear bucket had dried up Daniele realized he liked "heading out" more than "coming home".
His mind had been trained by the best to do just that. Organize, lead, inspire, and trust dumb luck when all else failed. His new found crew was as disparate as space could provide and Daniele considered that good fortune. When you don't know where you're going, or what you'll find when you get there, diversity often made living possible. Aunt Maria knew that about him; that's why she sponsored his part of the Lucky Break. His task was simple, to lead a group to finding trade routes for her and Corsica. Daniele liked Corsica. A lot. The tourists came and went but many lovely folk stayed. His own little empire had grown under Maria's tutelage. Much of the money had come from his personal reserves. Certainly he had spent a lot in training and opportunity costs when taking jobs beneath his station. Learning how a ship works is not done in a classroom but aboard a Wolf flagged tramp freighter that needed lots of attention.
He mentally printed the comm and burned it once again. Wishing her well, Daniele faced the space that was about to give him his biggest challenge yet. His plans were too big for her.
