Pip: Ship's Cook
T is for Time
- It bends to my will
- It does what I say
- For good or for ill
MY NAME IS . . . Pepper John
AND I AM A . . . Culinary Assassin
WHAT'S BEEN KEEPING YOU AWAKE? Weird newspaper showed up at my dorm with my picture splashed across the front claiming I had done the unthinkable . . . a week from now.
WHAT JUST HAPPENED TO YOU? It was just the one little tentacle at first, growing out of my shoulder, but Professor Barkley saw it and tried to restrain me, screaming . . . well the things he yelled were hurtful even it he was doing it in a falsetto that would've turned Freddie Mercury's head. Before I knew it, he was covered in slippery blinding ink - I guess my tentacles spray the stuff when I'm scared - and whacked his head and went down like a bag of lawn gnomes at a dirt convention.
Anyway, no one but us was at the pier that early, and by the time prof came around and started screaming his story to anyone who would listen, I had ungrown the tentacle. When the cops finally turned out, his raving bought him one of those buckle-in-back hug-yourself canvas jackets and an all expenses paid trip to West Oak Assylum.
WHAT'S ON THE SURFACE? Second year college girl with t-shirts in seven different colors that read Snack Sized, strawberry blonde hair, and a bodywide star map of freckles.
I'm pretty much always kicking about in comfortable clothes and shoes. Recently, I have taken to carrying a dual filter gas mask wherever I go as well, because reasons.
I'm studying marine biology and absolutely obsessed with cephalopods, the tangled little cuties.
WHAT LIES BENEATH? I grow tentacles now. They are long, strong, and spray ink on command. I am as easily blinded by my own ink as anyone I'm targeting with it, and I never want to find out what it might taste like by the throatful, hence the gas mask.
I can ungrow tentacles as fast as I grow them - for some reason they never seem to damage my clothes, even when they sprout right through them - but the ink doesn't just go awsy once it's spilt.
WHAT IS YOUR PATH? The path I walk seems to be a neverending spiral leading me ever inward, ever deeper and darker, but at the same time forces me ever outward, ever upward, and into the light.
*shrug*
All I know is I have to keep walking . . .
WHAT CRIME WILL YOU BE ACCUSED OF COMMITTING? According to the paper, I'm going to sell portable strobe lamps to the Little Sisters of Labyrinth Lane. Who among the Awake would ever do that? Hell, who among Nightmares? Those teddy bear dragging, knife wielding little shits would take over the Mad City altogether with tools like that. They'd be nigh unstoppable.
FLIGHT 
| FIGHT 
EXHAUSTION TALENT
Vanishing Act: There is not a surface too smooth or steep for me to climb or cling to and no crevice too small or narrow that I cannot slip through. Just like the cephalopods my newfound form apparently mimics.
MADNESS TALENT
Tangly Tentacles: I can cause tentacles to grow out of my flesh, tentacles that can grip anything, reach anything, haul me up anything, grapple anything.
Bonus, each and every sucker pad is capable of oozing literal quarts of ink.
(1-2 Madness Dice) I grow one or two tentacles the length of an arm with the strength of a fit athlete. I can completely drecnch another human being in ink.
(3-4 Madness Dice) I grow three to four tentacles thrice the length of an arm with the strength of gorillas. I can flood a small alley with ink.
(5-6 Madness Dice) I grow five to six tentacles the length of tall trees with the strength of giant yellow construction machines. I can release enough ink to make several city blocks impassable.
"You get one complaint. After that you get a suppository."
| Name: Pepper John | |||
| Nickname: Pip | |||
| Military Rank: Sergeant | |||
| Profession: Medic | |||
| Home world: Raven's Eye Orbital Station | |||
| Sex (Age): Male (37) | |||
| Education: Sir! How High? Sir! | |||
| Damaged Veteran: There's Pills for That |
Pip was trained as a medic in the Navy, but he was billeted as a quartermaster and a cook. It's not glamourous knowing what's what, what's where, how much you have, how much you need, and how much it will cost, but it's steady work.
Statistics
| Attributes | Score | x5 | What Others Notice | ||||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Strength | 09 | 45 | - | ||||
| Constitution | 10 | 50 | - | ||||
| Dexterity | 12 | 60 | - | ||||
| Intelligence | 10 | 50 | - | ||||
| Power | 17 | 85 | Wouldn't flinch for the devil, won't flinch for you. | ||||
| Charisma | 14 | 70 | Approachable and trustworthy. | ||||
| Derived Attributes | Current | Maximum |
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| Hit Points (HP) | 10 | 10 |
| Willpower (WP) | 17 | 17 |
| Sanity (SAN) | 84 | 85 |
| Breaking Point (BP) | 68 | 68 |
| Incidents of SAN Loss w/o Going Insane | ||||
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| Resources | At Hand | Stowed | Storage | Boxes | ||||||||||||||||||||
| 12 | 6 | 5 | 0 |
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| Bonds | Score |
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| Red Swan Tong (Criminal Community) | 11 |
| Yancy Blue (Navy Quartermaster) | 14 |
| Tandra John (Sister) | 14 |
Motivations and Mental Disorders
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Physical Injuries and Ailments
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Has First Aid been attempted since your last injury? If yes, only Medicine, Surgery, or long-term rest can help further
Skills
| Administration (70) | Alertness (23) | Appraise (10) |
|---|---|---|
| Art (Type) (0) | AI (0) | Athletics (34) |
| Charm (43) | Cosmology (10) | Craft (Type) (0) |
| Disguise (10) | Dodge (30) | Drive (20) |
| Firearms (20) | First Aid (54) | Foreign Language (Type) (0) |
| Forensics (0) | Hacking (0) | Harangue (10) |
| Heavy Machinery (10) | History (10) | Insight (53) x |
| Law (Type) (0) | Medicine (50) | Melee Weapons (73) |
| Military Training (Logistics/Supply) (80) | Navigation (10) | Occult (10) |
| Persuade (20) | Pharmacy (40) | Pilot (Type) (0) |
| Planet/Station Lore (Type) (0) | Psychoanalyze (10) | Research (10) |
| Science (Gastrotech) (40) | Search (60) | Stealth (10) |
| Surgery (40) | Survival (Type) (10) | Swim (20) |
| Technology Use (50) | Track (10) | Unarmed Combat (20) |
| Unnatural (0) | Xenoarchaeology (0) | Zero-G Maneuvers (0) |
Armor and Equipment
Pip always has an assortment of kitchen knives on his person as well as a hypospray loaded with multiple doses of veterinary grade horse tranquilizer. He wears light armor under his clothes.
Weapons
| Weapon | Skill % | Base Range | Damage | Armor Piercing | Kill Damage | Kill Radius | Shots |
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| Cutlery | 70 | 50' | 1d4 | - | - | - | - |
| Tranq Hypo | 70 | Touch | Stun? | - | - | - | - |
Bio
Pip joined the Navy for the noblest of reasons.
There was this girl.
Predictably, that was a bust, but the Navy trained him as a field medic nonetheless, then - the Navy being the Navy - never put him in the field. Instead they put him in charge of logistics and supplies for his division, and he became a bastard good quartermaster and a middling good cook. It's not that Pip was particularly great with numbers, but he could charm a derelict spacer out of his EVA suit, and where folk were immune to his charm, he had the nerve and grit to stare them down til he got what he wanted.
His squad never found themselves short on supplies, low on fuel, or out of ammo.
Then he made that deal with Brandt to the detriment of a cranky rear admiral who decided someone had to pay when his contraband cigars vanished into the void, and Pip was frogmarched right out of the service.
He'd drifted a bit after that before making himself useful to the Red Swan Tong in a small matter regarding bypassing a naval blockade.
The rest, as they say, is history . . .
Faction: Red Swan Tong
The Red Swan Tong is a criminal organization primarily concerned with smuggling.
Members of the tong wear their rank emblazoned in bands of red ink tattooed onto their faces. Loss of rank is visibly indicated by loss of skin.
Pip is a low ranked member in good standing.
Chargen Notes: Bonus Skill Point Spends
- - Archetype Skills: Administrative (2pt) | Technology Use (1pt) | Military Training (Logistics/Supply) (2pt)
- - Bonus Skills: Melee Weapons (2pts)
- - Resources: (2pts)
- - Community Bond: (1pt)