XCOM - The Beginning/Characters/Kate Reeves

Lawkie cosplaying Kate

Kate Reeve, Level 1 Warrior

	Score	Mod
Strength	8		Attack Bonus	1
Intelligence	10		Physical Effect Save	12
Dexterity	14	+1	Mental Effect Save	15
Wisdom	11		Evasion Save	14
Constitution	17	+1	Technology Save	16
Charisma	10		Luck Save	13
	Max	Current
Hit Points	9	9	Armor Class	6
Psi Points			(vs tech 3+)	8
System Strain

Weapons

Weapon	AB	Damage	Range	Ammo
Knife	+2	1d4	6/9	-
Unarmed	-1	1d2	-	-

Skills

Skills	Level	Class?
Culture/North American*	0
Profession/Barmaid	0	Y
Vehicle/Land	0
Athletics	0	Y
Business	0
Combat/Primitive	0	Y
Culture/Criminal	0
Gambling	0
Perception	0	Y
Persuade	0
Security	0
Stealth	0	Y
Tech/Mechanical	0	hobby

Miscellaneous

Appearance	Late 20s/early 30s, 5'3", athletic build, fair skin, dark hair cut in a long bob (or tied back), fashionable but cheap clothing.
Gear	Leather Jack, Knife, Messenger bag (as backpack), Original model iPhone with cracked screen, 75cc motorbike (almost out of gas), mechanic's toolkit
$	broke, skint, behind on rent
Background notes	Do you know Kate? Maybe she sold you a Latte in the Black Bean, that trendy cafe in the college district? Do you remember the short lady with the dark hair tied back? Did you tip? Perhaps we all look the same in uniform. It doesn't pay to stand out. Perhaps we spoke. After the morning rush of students and office workers looking to get their fix, it's a friendly place. Friendly but professional Kate, you need this job. There's a professor who's a regular, never looks like they got a good night's sleep. I know the feeling. Trendy cafes not your thing? Perhaps you've been to the Forester's on a Friday night? Did you come for the local brand of rock bands doing a passable Guns&Roses cover, or just a dark beer in a dark corner? Do you remember the cute barmaid in the blue jeans and pretty top? Cute gets tips, sexy gets trouble Were you still there at closing time when that junkie asshole tried to rob the place? Bet you didn't expect Kate to be pulling him off the security and sending him on his way with a fresh scar to remember not to come back. I don't start trouble, I just end it. Maybe you've just seen Kate. Running on the sidewalk, head up and eyes forward. Not a jog, a run with purpose. She even makes it look effortless. If you follow such things, she did quite well in the city marathon. Nothing like the pros, but well enough to make the local paper. Perhaps you saw her on that beaten up deathtrap of a bike, running a red light. I was late for work! Better fined than fired.