Brahnamin's Characters: Hands Redux

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Hands :: Medic//Hacker

Attributes

Physical || Mental || Social

Trained Skills

Fight

Fix

Move

Notice

Operate

Treat

Untrained Skills

| Craft | Drive | Fly | Focus | Influence | Know | Labor |

| Move | Perform | Shoot | Sneak | Survive | Throw | Trick |

Distinctions

Cephalopod [Animal]: Your ancestors emerged from the ancient seas of Earth with their eight limbs, huge brains, and an almost amphibian knack for breathing atmo or agua

Hinder: Sometimes a distinction works against you. Roll instead of to gain 1 PP

Get a Grip: With eight arms and myriad suction surfaces on each, there ain't much you can't manhandle. Spend 1 PP to step up or double Physical for an action.

Shipborn [Background]: You were born to a traveling family, always on the move, roving from job to job to job in a rattlekept repurposed mining vessel in an endless series of odd adventures. You are more comfortable in artificial environments than dirtside.

Hinder: Sometimes a distinction works against you. Roll instead of to gain 1 PP

Ghost in the Machine [Quirk]: You've always got your head buried in a computer, digging through one system or another.

Hinder: Sometimes a distinction works against you. Roll instead of to gain 1 PP

Code Monkey: You are a master at teaching old code new tricks. When you are altering or rewriting programming and spend 1 PP to create a New Code asset, step it up to

Signature Assets

Xenoveterinary Tranq Hypo Sometimes you just need em to stop squirming to do em any good. Your dose-adjustable hypo can knock out just about anything if you can get close enough.

Limit: Requires Direct Contact

Wavy Gravy You got a friend in low places. Lower. There you go . . . Wavy is a squirrelly old mole and a member of Hands' family collective ship with a lifelong reliance on mind altering substances under his belt. The old mole taught him much of what he knows about coding and programming and even more about philosophy and life.

Bio

Hands grew up in a collective on a repurposed Russian mining vessel, touring a circuit of the Sol system, stopping here and there to trade and take odd jobs before moving on. Their circuit was timed so that they met up with the travelling school of aquatic spacefarers at least twice a standard year. They also made a point to trade with the hyena scavengers.

Eventually, Hands grew tired of the collective and took his skills in medicine and technology and moved on. The crowd he ended up with was a rough one, but as tight knit as the collective had ever been. More than once folk had tried to kill him so hard he almost died to death, but he never considered walking away.

See, there was this girl . . .