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Erin Leslie MacAran "Elm"
“You can have peace. Or you can have freedom.” - R. A. Heinlein
Attributes
|| Physical d8 || Mental d8 || Social d8 ||
Trained Skills
Fight [d8]
Fly [d8]
Influence [d10]
Move [d8]
Notice [d10]
Operate [d10]
Survive [d6]
Treat [d8]
Untrained Skills
Craft, Drive, Fix, Fly, Focus, Know, Labor, Perform, Sneak, Throw, Trick [All d4]
Distinctions
Devil You Know: [d8] You don't look like nothing special in the clear light of day, but down the back alleys you got a reputation of being the lesser evil.
- Step Back: Roll d4 instead of d8 for 1 PP
- Fair Colleen: Sometimes folk just underestimate you because you're a girl. When using gender as leverage to convince someone to see or do things your way, step up or double Influence. 1s and 2s count as complications.
- Two Steps Towards the Door: Your eyes are always moving. You know the best route to take and the best time to take it. When you need to get out of a situation in a hurry, spend 1 PP to roll your Notice die and add it to your total on any Move or Sneak roll.
Highlighted Skills: Influence/Move/Notice
Field Medic [d8] You ain't go to no fancy school to learn doctorin. You went to war.
- Step Back: Roll d4 instead of d8 for 1 PP
- Battlefield Triage: You know how to get folk stable til you can see to em proper. Spend 1 PP to step back another character’s medical or injury related complication.
- Head on a Swivel: A battlefield medic has to be aware of her surroundings at all times. When tending to someone under adverse circumstances, spend 1 PP to reveal a feature of the immediate environment that offers protection or cover while you work, and make that feature a d8 scene asset.
Highlighted Skills: Operate/Survive/Treat
Bounty Hunter [d8] There are wanted men everywhere in the ’Verse and people who’ll pay good money for ’em. This is what you do. You don’t have to like it.
- Step Back: Roll d4 instead of d8 for 1 PP
- Tracker: You can hide, but you cain't stay hid. Spend 1 PP to create a Quarry Asset at d6. Choose your target; they don’t have to be in your presence. You may use this Asset in any rolls made to track down and capture your target. Every time you use it in a die roll and fail, you may step it up by one. You may only have one Quarry Asset at a time.
- Cortex Sniffer: Sometimes it's just about working smarter, not harder. Spend 1 PP to use Operate instead of Survive to track down a fugitive.
Highlighted Skills: Fight/Fly/Notice
Signature Assets
Finnegan's Special [d8] A heavy workhorse of a pistol. The Finn Spec is a favorite of Londinium beat cops and street thugs alike. Blunt. Accurate. Compact. And sturdy enough to double as a sap in a pinch.
Steady Hands [d8] Your hands don't flinch or shake, and they don't hesitate. No matter what is going on around you, your hands know what they are about.
Medic's Satchel [d6] Everything you need to treat afflictions and wounds in the field.
Scene/Episode Assets
Character Bio
Birth Planet: Londinium
A battlefield medic, Bean attained the rank of corporal in the war, and despite people constantly trying to kill him to death, his time in the war was good for him, siding with the Independents, fighting for folk to be free. It had given him a place and a purpose in ways his posh and mannered Londinium upbringing never had.
But the war had ended. Freedom gave way to an uneasy peace, and life lurched forward again. Mostly in spite of him.
Bean drifted aimless about the 'verse in the aftermath, hopping from planet to planet, station to station, experience to experience, and job to job - chasing after whatever caught his attention in the moment.
But eventually he came to realize he was just running. From ghosts that had probably stopped chasing him. If he ever ran into them again they would demand an accounting, and Bean suspected the simple truth was not going to sit square in that reckoning.
But until then he had a life to get back to. So, he called in every chit he had, and for once everything came together. An old friend's daughter was captaining a transport ship and of all the people in the empty Black, Jonesy was part of her gorramn crew.
Bean had lost count of the number of times the older man had dumped ammo or rations or medical supplies practically in their laps when they were caught behind lines, but he owed Lazarus his life ten times over if it was once.
