TEN-BROKEN-CHAINS
Yeri was a farmer’s girl, she danced from tree to tree. But when the raiders came from her, there was nothing left to see...
| ABILITIES
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ATTRIBUTES
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| Awareness
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2
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Force
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4
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| Athletics
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3
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Fortitude
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3
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| Close Combat
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5
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Finesse
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2
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| Craft
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| Embassy
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| Integrity
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3
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| Navigate
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| Performance
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1
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| Physique
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3
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| Presence
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4
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| Ranged Combat
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| Sagacity
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| Stealth
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| War
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2
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COMBAT
| Health Levels:
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0
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0
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-1
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-1
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-2
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-2
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Incapacitated
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| Damage:
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| DEFENCE
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Parry
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Evasion
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Soak
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Hardness
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Default
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5
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4
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2
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2
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| Nameless Nails
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(4)
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(3)
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| OFFENCE
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Accuracy
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Damage
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Defence
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Overwhelming
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| Unarmed
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+2
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+0
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+1
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1
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| Nameless Nails
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+3
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+1
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+2
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3
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- Weapon Tags: Artefact, Natural, Balanced, Paired
- Armour Tags: Artefact, Natural
SOCIAL
Virtues
Ten-Broken-Chains seethes against adversity. For in her shattered heart, fear has taken root - a fear of powerlessness, inadequacy, of being shackled and broken. Of returning to those days without a future, without hope - those days living under the lash, and under calloused hands. She will not be forced to bow again. She will never again accept 'this cannot be' or 'you cannot act'. Because to be Exalted is to always act - whenever and however you desire.
- Minor: Ambition (Cast Down the Tyrants of Creation)
This world is broken and wrong. The strong take from the weak, and grow fat from their stolen labours. Violence is the answer to any who ask "please, sir, may I not starve?" - and as horror mounts upon horror, one finds there are fates far worse than starving under jewel-encrusted boots. Ten-Broken-Chains hears the cries of the downtrodden in the haunted aching of her soul. She hears her own cries, bubbling to her ears from years long past, and bites her lip till blood dribbles down her chin. She will tear the architects of such misery from their thrones, and dash their skulls against each and every step she took to reach them. Only then, perhaps, the people will know peace...
Intimacies
- Major: Suffer not the Slaver or their Lash (Principle)
- Minor: Garth the Never-Sleeping Warden - Hatred (Tie)
MERITS
EQUIPMENT
