Pip: Ship's Cook
"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 |
|---|---|---|
| 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 |
|---|---|
| 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) |
| 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 |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 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)
