Kacht-ta

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Kacht-ta

Name: Kacht-ta

Concept: Kreen hunter

Rank: Novice

XP: 4

Race: Thri-Kreen

...................Size +1

...................Armor +1: chitin shell

...................Natural Weapons: Str +1d4

...................Poison: When you hit with a Raise on your natural weapons any shaken creature suffers a -2 penalty to recover from Shaken.

...................Fast Pace of 10"

...................Four Limbs Automatically ambidextrous, four functioning arms.

...................Insect Biology Does not sleep, requires only 1 gallon of water per week

...................Alien Form Cannot wear armor or most clothing

...................Weird -3 to charisma with non-kreen.

Bennies: X

Attributes

Agility d8

Smarts d6

Spirit d6

Strength d6

Vigour d8

Pace 10" / Parry 6 / Toughness 7[+1 natural armor] / Charisma -3

Edges

Quick (redraws any initiative cards below 5)

Two Fisted (reduces multi-action penalties by 2 when fighting with multiple weapons.

Hindrances

Bloodthirsty (fights to the death, doesn't take prisoners. -4 Charisma in groups where this is known)

Vengeful (will seek vengeance on those who wrong him)

Loyal (won't betray allies)

Skills:

Fighting d8

Notice d6

Repair d4

Survival d6

Stealth d6

Throwing d8

Tracking d6

Equipment

Total Weight:21

Gythka (5)

Axe (2)

Medium Shield (12)

Pair of Chatkcha (2)

Bio

I was born, with egg-clutch, in burial circle, among people who have been before, and among clutches that hatched before and after. We hunted lizards and beetles, things smaller than weaker than we were. When we could find nothing else, we hunted each other. When predators came, we fled or we hid or we died. When we died, clutchmates gave the mourning wail. All was as it should be.

After firstmolt, I remembered language, and those who were not dead travelled further from the circle. We formed choose-clutch across egg-clutch, and we began to hunt together. We hunted bigger prey, and we who did not die fed and grew, and all was as it should be.

After fourmolt, we were found by Pack that belonged to Chorak'ak. I had remembered use of weapons, and we who had not died could be of use. Our clutch helped them hunt, and defend from those who would hunt us, and all was as it should be.

After eightmolt, I remembered the use of venom and sand and herbs to make dasil, and made chatchka for chatchka ceremony. When Pack that belonged to Chorak'ak hunted, I bloodied it on erdlu and became adult and joined Pack and took my grown name. Clutch all joined, and we hunted with Pack, and sometimes we ate well and sometimes there was only food for clutchfirst Kak-orr. Sometimes we met with almost-people, and sometimes we traded in their tongue, and sometimes if we were very hungry we would hunt them in the wastes like beasts. I took Zakmm as mate and she took me. Kak-orr was maimed, and Goch'te killed him in challenge and she became clutchfirst, and when clutchmate died we gave the mourning wail and when we could clutch brought them to burial circle. And twice Zakmm became gravid and left eggs in burial circle among people who were before, and all was as it should be.

And when there was no food in the wastelands, Chorak'ak lead Pack to hunt the almost-people leading beasts in great herds, and we fell on them at night and slaughtered almost-people and beasts alike, and we ate all we could eat and took all we could carry and still there was meat left to the scavengers and water that soaked into the sands. And for a time, we hunted the almost-people and their herds, but the almost-people are not beasts and once we thought we were hunting them but they were hunting us. There were men on beasts and men weilding fire and Chorak'ak died and Goch-te died and Zakmm died and I did not die but they caught me in nets and took me here and instead of killing me they force me to fight and keep me in a cage.

There is no pack, there is no clutch. There is only me. I do not know if any clutchmates are alive. When I die, there is nobody who will give the mourning wail or bring me among people who were. I give it myself, when I am alone, and I do not know who it is for, and nothing is as it should be.

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