K9 Kara
Kara :: Officially the Goodest Girl
Race :: K9
Racial Features: Quadruped, Bite, Keen Senses
Attributes
Agility 
|| Smarts (a) || Spirit 
|| Strength || Vigor
Derived Stats
Pace || Parry 
|| Size - 
|| Toughness 
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Core Skills
Athletics 
|| Notice || Persuasion 
|| Stealth
Other Skills
Fighting 
|| Survival ||
Hindrances
Curious - Major
Loyal - Minor
No Hands - Major
Edges and Powers
Brawler: Increase unarmed damage by 1 die type and toughness by 1
Bite: Str+d8 (Already includes Brawler)
Go for the Throat: Dogs instinctively go for an opponent’s soft spots. With a raise on its attack roll, dogs deal a d10 damage in melee and automatically targets the area with the least armor.
Fleet-Footed: Dogs roll d10s instead of d6s when running.
Size –1: Dogs are relatively small.
Advances
- Combat Shooting
Gear
Armor
- Tactical Vest: Armor +3
- Notes: Covers torso.
Weapons
- Bite | Melee | Damage: 1d8+STR | AP: 0
- Notes: Natural Weapon
Gear
- K9 Comms
- Doggles (flash goggles)
- GPS
- Resupply Bags
Bio
Ivy had big plans growing up. Mama Winters told her she could be anything if she put her mind to it. So Ivy did her best. She went to college, did well enough despite her insatiable curiosity pushing her to change majors three times, and got that coveted degree. That's when everything fell apart. Mama Winters died both suddenly and unexpectedly, the house was seized by the bank, and her magical degree came with a lifetime supply of crippling debt.
She found solace in martial arts, something she and her mother used to practice daily together. Each kata made her feel closer to her departed mother, and her body became a weapon. But you can't eat solace, and things continued to slip out of control.
After struggling for months and falling further into debt, the day came when Ivy found a wallet stuffed with bills. She could have returned it to its rightful owner, the license was there and everything. But, her water was about to be shut off and, to her shame, she didn't return it. That month she ate something other than ramen noodles and her bills were, mostly, paid. Crime did pay, it seemed, and it was time that Ivy Winters got her due.
The internet was an excellent teacher. Ivy learned to pick pockets, bypass locks, pick likely targets, and even who to sell her stolen bounty to. Always physically gifted despite her small stature, Ivy leaned into her gifts and specialized in breaking in while remaining unseen. Things were looking up.
That is until her last score turned spectacularly bad. Bad intel turned what should have been a simple "retrieval" into a catastrophic mess. The country home was owned by some guy named Carpenter, and he had security Ivy had never even heard of. While waiting in lockup for who she then knew was Colonel Conor Carpenter to throw the book at her, she missed the most pivotal moment in human history. Aliens had attacked the Earth.
Ivy must have made a good showing in Carpenter's eye, having bypassed most of the security before being unceremoniously tased into unconsciousness, because rather than use his pull to make sure she rotted for the rest of her days he gave her an opportunity. Use her skills to aid mankind and all was forgiven.
The alternative was unthinkable. She gladly signed on the dotted line and threw herself into the most rigorous and torturous training she had ever imagined. Eight months passed in a blur, and her TO gave her his begrudging approval. She was ready to repay Carpenter's kindness with literal blood, sweat, and tears.