Difference between revisions of "Henry Blueriver"
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| − | ==Henry Blueriver | + | ==Character Sheet== |
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| + | ===Character Info=== | ||
| + | *Name: Henry Blueriver | ||
*Concept: Techno Superhero | *Concept: Techno Superhero | ||
*Catalyst: Klagen | *Catalyst: Klagen | ||
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*Vice: Wrath | *Vice: Wrath | ||
| − | ==Mental== | + | ===Mental=== |
*Intelligence: 3 | *Intelligence: 3 | ||
*Wits: 4 | *Wits: 4 | ||
*Resolve: 2 | *Resolve: 2 | ||
| − | ==Physical== | + | ===Physical=== |
*Strength: 2 | *Strength: 2 | ||
*Dexterity: 3 | *Dexterity: 3 | ||
*Stamina: 1 | *Stamina: 1 | ||
| − | ==Social== | + | ===Social=== |
*Presence: 2 | *Presence: 2 | ||
*Manipulation: 3 | *Manipulation: 3 | ||
*Composure: 2 | *Composure: 2 | ||
| − | ==Skills== | + | ===Skills=== |
*Computer: 3 (A.I.) | *Computer: 3 (A.I.) | ||
*Crafts: 3 (Weapon Smithing) | *Crafts: 3 (Weapon Smithing) | ||
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*Expression: 3 | *Expression: 3 | ||
| − | ==Stats== | + | ===Stats=== |
*Inspiration: 2 | *Inspiration: 2 | ||
*Mania: 12 | *Mania: 12 | ||
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*Obligation: 7 | *Obligation: 7 | ||
| − | ==Merits== | + | ===Merits=== |
*Encyclopedic Knowledge | *Encyclopedic Knowledge | ||
*Resources 3 (funds appropriated from Lars Bennett) | *Resources 3 (funds appropriated from Lars Bennett) | ||
| − | ==Axioms== | + | ===Axioms=== |
*Automata 1 | *Automata 1 | ||
*Exelixi | *Exelixi | ||
*Katastrofi 2 | *Katastrofi 2 | ||
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| + | ==Appearance== | ||
| + | Brown hair, blue eyes, glasses. White T-shirt, black pants, blue longcoat with lots of pockets down the front. | ||
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| + | ==Background== | ||
| + | ''There was a manic smile on his face as he walked down the sidewalk, a heavy backpack slung over one shoulder. You could practically see the electricity in his eyes. Those who took notice tended to give him a wide berth.'' | ||
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| + | ''It didn't matter to him. None of it. Here was a man on a mission.'' | ||
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| + | Once upon a time, Henry Blueriver was a man without a purpose. He made a living through odd jobs, paid his bills, saved up towards some nebulous future dream. He didn't expect his life would be changed forever through a simple act of chivalry. | ||
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| + | "Excuse me, I think you dropped this..." | ||
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| + | The girl was brown-haired and green-eyed, wearing a peach-colored sleeveless top and jean shorts. Normally Henry wouldn't have given the encounter a second thought; his thoughts never strayed into the romantic. But their eyes met, and Henry found himself enraptured by something he couldn't describe. | ||
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| + | "Er...thanks?" | ||
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| + | The girl took the proffered can and returned to checking out. Henry had still more things he needed to pick up, so he didn't follow her in line. He imagined it would be the first and last time he'd ever see her. | ||
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| + | He was wrong. | ||
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| + | It was a bookstore the next time: Henry was surprised to find the girl looking for the same book he was. Then there was the electronics store: he went there to look for a new game release and found her browsing the titles. Their encounters grew more and more frequent, though never more than a casual acknowledgment. Still, there was a feeling there that Henry couldn't shake. | ||
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| + | One day he spotted her not far from his apartment building, a bag of groceries in hand. Curiosity overtook his common sense, and he followed her. She saw him just as she reached the door to her house; he made to run, but her smile caught him off-guard. "Hi there," she said. "I'd been wondering when you'd come." | ||
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| + | The girl invited Henry inside. Against his better judgment, he accepted. The house was well-kept, if somewhat spartan. The girl led Henry towards a room in the back. | ||
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| + | "I'd like you to meet my father." | ||
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| + | Henry was surprised to see the old man seated in his wheelchair; he could easily have passed for the girl's grandfather. The room itself was strange and antiquarian: shelves lined the walls, filled with old photos and strange trinkets, some of them elaborate gadgets that seemed to glow with a strange light. | ||
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Revision as of 15:56, 9 September 2009
Contents
Character Sheet
Character Info
- Name: Henry Blueriver
- Concept: Techno Superhero
- Catalyst: Klagen
- Foundation: Navigator
- Aesthetic: Cyber Dragon
- Virtue: Hope
- Vice: Wrath
Mental
- Intelligence: 3
- Wits: 4
- Resolve: 2
Physical
- Strength: 2
- Dexterity: 3
- Stamina: 1
Social
- Presence: 2
- Manipulation: 3
- Composure: 2
Skills
- Computer: 3 (A.I.)
- Crafts: 3 (Weapon Smithing)
- Medicine: 3
- Science: 2
- Firearms: 3
- Larceny: 1
- Weaponry: 3 (Swords)
- Animal Ken: 1
- Expression: 3
Stats
- Inspiration: 2
- Mania: 12
- Health: 6
- Willpower: 4
- Size: 5
- Defense: 3
- Initiative: 5
- Speed: 10
- Obligation: 7
Merits
- Encyclopedic Knowledge
- Resources 3 (funds appropriated from Lars Bennett)
Axioms
- Automata 1
- Exelixi
- Katastrofi 2
Appearance
Brown hair, blue eyes, glasses. White T-shirt, black pants, blue longcoat with lots of pockets down the front.
Background
There was a manic smile on his face as he walked down the sidewalk, a heavy backpack slung over one shoulder. You could practically see the electricity in his eyes. Those who took notice tended to give him a wide berth.
It didn't matter to him. None of it. Here was a man on a mission.
Once upon a time, Henry Blueriver was a man without a purpose. He made a living through odd jobs, paid his bills, saved up towards some nebulous future dream. He didn't expect his life would be changed forever through a simple act of chivalry.
"Excuse me, I think you dropped this..."
The girl was brown-haired and green-eyed, wearing a peach-colored sleeveless top and jean shorts. Normally Henry wouldn't have given the encounter a second thought; his thoughts never strayed into the romantic. But their eyes met, and Henry found himself enraptured by something he couldn't describe.
"Er...thanks?"
The girl took the proffered can and returned to checking out. Henry had still more things he needed to pick up, so he didn't follow her in line. He imagined it would be the first and last time he'd ever see her.
He was wrong.
It was a bookstore the next time: Henry was surprised to find the girl looking for the same book he was. Then there was the electronics store: he went there to look for a new game release and found her browsing the titles. Their encounters grew more and more frequent, though never more than a casual acknowledgment. Still, there was a feeling there that Henry couldn't shake.
One day he spotted her not far from his apartment building, a bag of groceries in hand. Curiosity overtook his common sense, and he followed her. She saw him just as she reached the door to her house; he made to run, but her smile caught him off-guard. "Hi there," she said. "I'd been wondering when you'd come."
The girl invited Henry inside. Against his better judgment, he accepted. The house was well-kept, if somewhat spartan. The girl led Henry towards a room in the back.
"I'd like you to meet my father."
Henry was surprised to see the old man seated in his wheelchair; he could easily have passed for the girl's grandfather. The room itself was strange and antiquarian: shelves lined the walls, filled with old photos and strange trinkets, some of them elaborate gadgets that seemed to glow with a strange light.
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