Realistic or Modern FoD Character Sheets

[Juju]

BASE CHARACTER SHEET

• Basics
• Persona
• Bio
• Stats

• BasicsName:
  Age:
  Gender:
  Appearance: (Please use art)
  Extras: (optional. Add lines as you see fit)
  
• PersonaPersonality:
  Likes:
  Dislikes:
  Fears:
  Dreams:
  Skills/hobbies:
  Other: (optional)
  
• BackstoryWhy were they on the plane?:
  Profession:
  Backstory: (doesnt need to be long)
  
• Statblock<<**please refer to the post below for an explanation into how points and skills are applied (delete this in finished CS)>>0 Body ☛ (Skill 1, Skill 2, etc.)
  0 Mind ☛ (Skill 1, Skill 2, etc.)
  0 Sanity ☛ (Skill 1, Skill 2, etc.)
  0 Instinct ☛ (Skill 1, Skill 2, etc.)
  0 Charm ☛ (Skill 1, Skill 2, etc.)
  
  HP: 5/5 (+ Points invested into Body)
  Sanity: 5/5 (+ points invested into Sanity)
  CP: 0%
  Statuses:
  
  Starting item: (leave blank for now)
  Bag: (if you don't have a carry-on, put N/A)
  Inventory: (Carry-on: 8 Slots. No bag: 4 Slots)

 

[Juju]

How Stats work...[All stats start at 0. You are given 2 points to spend. Choose wisely.]

Legend of point values;
[2] You are exceptional, standing above your peers. Geniuses and masters.
[1] Above average for something. Gifted or trained.
[0] Average for humans. Nothing special.
[-1] Cripple/handicap of sorts that is character defining (not a mere “not very good at __”). Amputations, chronic disease and inhibiting mental illness. Adding a negative will grant you +1 spending point elsewhere, but this can only be used once.

How skills workSkills are specialized traits that make each character unique, even if they have the same stats. Everyone starts with 1 choice of a skill. You gain 1 additional skill point for each point invested in the Stat anchored to the skills. (eg. 2 Mind has a total of 3 skills to choose from).

Point to skills ratio.
-1 → 0pt
0 → 1pt
1 → 2pt
2 → 3pt

Stats and SkillsBody (Physical fortitude & strength of the flesh)

• Armed
• Unarmed
• Endurance
• Pain tolerance
• Strength
• Speed
• Dexterity

Mind (Intelligence & wit)

• Investigation
• Knowledge: Subject (custom) *can be repeated for additional subjects
• Memory
• Quick thinking
• Research/learning
• Problem-solving

Sanity (Mental fortitude & willpower)

• Stress Management
• Free will
• Will to live
• Prudence
• Bravery

Instinct (Senses & extrasensory)

• Sight
• Hearing
• Smell
• Taste
• Touch
• Intuition
• Reaction time

Charm (Eloquence & theatrics)

• Persuasion
• Inspiration
• Counselling
• Perform
• People reading
• Deception

 

[Solirus]

Arvel Orson

• Basics
• Persona
• Bio
• Stats

• 
  Basics
  Name: Arvel Orson
  
  Age: 36
  
  Gender:Male
  
  Height: 6'1
  
  Theme
  
  
• 
  Persona
  Personality: Arvel is a very modest and grounded man. Generally avoiding interacting with his coworkers and others, Arvel prefers to focus on his work and return home. To others, he might appear as a buzzkill, preferring to spend time alone, which in a way is true, yet the social pressures present at a job setting don't appear to influence him much. Arvel is a serious individual who remains unfazed and unimpressed by many of his coworkers comments or even jokes, and instead prefers to reply in silence over a sarcastic remark. If ever given the option between two things, Arvel will pick the one he deems correct and good, even should it be considered unpopular.
  
  Likes: nature, long walks, tranquility, helping others.
  
  Dislikes: his job, violence, chaos, uncertainty, loud things, alcohol.
  
  Fears: death, losing control of his life.
  
  Dreams: Find a fulfilling purpose.
  
  Skills/hobbies: hiking, camping, basic survival skills.
  
• 
  Backstory
  Why were they on the plane?: Travelling for his vacation.
  
  Profession: Accountant
  
  Backstory: Arvel was once a young boy with ambition, a young kid who could run, run faster than any of his classmates. Born to a middle-class family, the boy's speed and energy were the only thing that distinguished his plain and uninteresting family from the rest. He wore that as a mark of pride, his identity, his purpose, a drive that could send him forward forever. That was until the day he was of age and could compete against the other schools, for a chance to participate in nationals. A chance which flew by him. It was hardly a fair race, there he had met the truly talented, the ones that made him eat dust, a reminder of he who was. But such a failure was only met by an emboldened spirit, a spirit that would awake early in the morning, focusing most his energies and efforts to perfect his run so that he could stand against those born to run. It was a true endeavor to test his unyielding soul, yet when the day came, to face against the demons of speed, he was once again made to eat dirt and this time he'd placed further back. They had improved, they were faster and better, they were born to run, not him, he was only born to eat the dirt kicked up by those that were gifted at birth.
  
  With a shattered soul and morale, Arvel dropped his love and passion for running, why even bother, he felt. Instead, he spent the remaining pieces of his mind into his studies, becoming a simple accountant, a boring and stale job, but perhaps the one he was meant for. This is where he belonged, consigned to the obscurity and mundanely of a job. Yet even within himself, a part of him still wished to shatter this cycle of labor and deprecation, to forge true purpose.
  
  
• 
  Statblock
  0 Body ☛ (Endurance)
  0 Mind ☛ (Quick thinking)
  1 Sanity ☛ (Free will, Prudence)
  1 Instinct ☛ (Intuition, Hearing)
  0 Charm ☛ (People reading)
  
  HP: 5/5
  
  Sanity: 6/6
  
  CP: 0%
  
  Statuses: None
  
  Starting item: N/A
  
  Bag: Carry-on
  
  Inventory: winter jacket, spare clothes, disposable lighter, toothbrush, hand sanitizer, sleeping bag, hiking watch, camping flashlight.
  
  

 

[Theasuke]

• Basics
• PERSONA
• BIO
• stats
• Extras

• NAME
  
  Mikkel Jørgensen
  
  AGE
  
  29 years old
  
  GENDER
  
  Male
  
  NATIONALITY
  
  Norwegian
  
  APPEARANCE
  
  

  

  Standing at 5'11"—an unremarkable height by Scandinavian standards—Mikkel possesses a tall, lean physique that reflects years of building up stamina and endurance. He has delicate and ambiguous facial features that make him blend in with younger students, despite almost pushing 30. His straight, platinum hair cascades down to his waist, complementing his pale, light-colored eyes. When he's not wearing full gear for his job, his choice of clothing can only be described as minimalistic or business casual, turtlenecks, neutral colors, and a pair of sunglasses that rarely seem absent, even during colder months.
  
  
• PERSONALITY
  
  Keen observer and introspective, Mikkel never truly lost his quiet demeanor from his early years. Although avoidant of meaningless chatter, it does not mean he doesn't engage in conversation, as being social is a requirement when working with research teams—especially if the subject just happens to hit one of his interests. Mikkel's resistance to forming deeper connections beyond the bare minimum is palpable, however, seeing as he's always wearing a serious face, dedicating his entire being and attention to the objective at hand and nothing else. His choices and experiences in life have led him to be quite the proactive and practical individual, sharing a sense of responsibility for everyone around him, their lives and deaths, even if there is absolutely no reason for him to do so. Perhaps his carefully hidden lack of self-confidence and identity has created a deep-rooted belief that he needs to constantly prove his worth. As a result, there's a certain contrast to how he portrays himself, keeping everyone at arm's length but still reaching out to ensure their safety and well-being.
  
  
  LIKES
  
  Isolated landscapes, astronomy, nature, traveling, drawing, cold weather, games.
  
  DISLIKES
  
  Crowded and noisy places, bright and artificial lighting, hot weather, small talk, impulsiveness.
  
  FEARS
  
  Getting attached to something or someone, only to lose them;
  Being perceived as incompetent or useless, unable to help himself or others.
  
  DREAMS
  
  Make a significant discovery and leave a mark before dying;
  Be able to reconnect with others, and possibly his family.
  
  SKILLS/HOBBIES
  
  Navigation, mapping, survival, observational drawing, climbing, skiing, and running - Mikkel’s skills and hobbies are deeply intertwined with his field, as his demanding job often leaves him with little free time for long periods of time.
  
  
• PROFESSION
  
  Field Geologist
  
  BACKSTORY
  
  Mikkel has led a life that would never truly evoke anyone's pity. If anything, he has been quite fortunate.
  
  Amongst the rugged coastlines and towering cliffs of Norway, there once lived two brothers.
  
  One of them had a brilliant mind, but was quiet and lacked courage and confidence. The other was a curious spirit, treating nature itself as his personal playground. He shared this love for the world with his brother, hoping to break him out of his shell, so that his fears wouldn't ever deter his bright future.
  
  Even after his brother was gone, amidst the grief and utterly broken home life, Mikkel would still vividly remember the hopes he had for him, and the dreams he had shared. He could never take his place; but he would take it upon himself to share his brother's vision for the entire world to see, in his own way. Thus, he had found his purpose in life. One day, after what felt like years of hopelessness and regression, Mikkel stepped out of his room and pursued a degree in geology. His academic journey led him to the University of Toronto, being one of the few dozens accepted in the annual international scholarship competition. He packed his bags and never looked back, as if fearing whatever he left behind would engulf him once again.
  
  A decade went by. During this time, back home, there was a new addition to the family. Many messages and calls were left unanswered, before eventually fizzling out into complete silence. Instead, Mikkel fully immersed himself in his studies, thriving both in the academic circle and as a professional in his field. Jumping at the first opportunities, not even having yet acquired a proper degree, his name would already appear once in a while published alongside senior researchers and professors, before slowly transitioning into conference papers, and after many painstaking years, being promoted to the top of the list as the primary author, gaining recognition within the scientific community. He traveled from the jagged, rocky terrains of remote mountain ranges to the icy expanses of glaciers and even the Arctic Pole, camping in the wild, enduring harsh weather, climbing ice structures, collecting samples, and mapping formations; trying to graduate from a mere student to a scientist, spending weeks and sometimes even months in the field, getting used to what it meant to pursue nature itself—animal attacks, drownings, falls, or rumored, more unsavory secrets. Some of them would never make it back. From students to faculty members and professionals, neither youth nor experience guaranteed safety.
  
  Not once did Mikkel give himself enough downtime for his mind to linger on other matters. As of late, however, life has always presented him with opportunities to return to his homeland. And only then did Mikkel truly stop to remember his parents, who seemed to have long moved on from him, from them, for no other fault than his; the little sister whose existence he had hoped to never acknowledge, and whose face he had only seen through scarce pictures, many years ago; how exhausting it all was, throwing himself into work while rushing to finish his PhD, despite being surrounded by multiple people all day for weeks on end, people that younger generations would grow up to look up to.
  
  Maybe it was time to go back, even if just for a little bit.
  
  That is, if nothing went wrong.
  
  WHY WAS HE ON THE PLANE?
  
  Aware of Mikkel's origins and prior field trips in harsh environments, a research team in England reached out, in need of a geologist and guide for an expedition to study the impact of climate change on the Norwegian glaciers. A formal meeting in London had been set for the day after his flight.
• STATS
  
  0

  Body (Endurance)
  

  2

  Mind (Knowledge: Geology; Investigation; Problem-solving)
  

  0

  Sanity (Prudence)
  

  0

  Instinct (Reaction Time)
  

  0

  Charm (Persuasion)
  
  HP: 5/5
  Sanity: 5/5
  CP: 0%
  Statuses:
  Starting item:
  Bag: Gray backpack
  Inventory: (8 slots)
  01. A5 sketchbook and pen
  02. Noise-cancelling headphones
  03. Binoculars
  04. Leather gloves
  05. Mobile phone
  06. Powerbank
  07. Sunglasses
  08. Black insulated jacket
  
• 01. After nearly a decade in Toronto, while most of his accent has faded, a subtle hint remains in his speech—a part of him he never felt the need to alter.
  02. He's fluent in Norwegian, English and German.
  03. He carries a sketchbook everywhere he goes. It's full of drawings of detailed rocks, fossils, plants, landscapes, field sketches, and, out of place from the rest, figure drawings.

 

[seasonedcat]

"History will be written by the victors: me."​

• basics
• persona
• bio
• stats

• basicsname: Maeve Elizabeth-Camellia d'Entremont
  age: 22
  gender: genderqueer (they/them)
  character archetype: rich/popular bitch
  height: 5'7
  hair colour: black
  eye colour: dark gray
  
• personapersonality:
  extroverted, outspoken, cunning, diligent, honest, rapacious | loud, rude, blunt, sarcastic, sheltered, stubborn, manipulative
  Maeve is one of those people who are difficult to forget, mainly because they don't shut up. They always seem to have some snide comment or insult to throw your way, never letting the spotlight fall too far from them. They tend to be insensitive, going for the throat with their insults and rarely apologizing. Maeve may be an ass to most, but they are no stranger to sucking up to those in power and manipulating people for their own gain.
  
  Maeve was born into the cutthroat world of money, power, and diplomacy and knew how to play the game. They hold their cards close to their chest, especially that of weaknesses or mistakes. They nurtured an image of themself both online and in person that they want people to see and can easily screw or change to fit their needs. What matters more to them than silly dreams or morals is success and survival. No one honors the weak.
  
  likes:
  ♡expensive fashion
  ♡classical music
  ♡success
  ♡cats
  ♡makeup
  ♡food
  ♡politics
  ♡debates
  ♡social media​
  dislikes:
  ♡water
  ♡dirt
  ♡tight spaces
  ♡being ignored
  ♡math
  ♡meat
  ♡the dark
  
  fears:
  claustrophobia
  drowning
  being stalked/kidnapped/murdered
  failure/being forgotten​
  dreams:
  professional musician taking over their father's business
  
  skills/hobbies:
  ♡cello
  ♡fashion
  ♡piano
  ♡wine tasting
  ♡travel
  ♡horseback riding​
  other: vegetarian, fluent in French and English
  
• backstorywhy were they on the plane?: to purchase a new designer brand that had just been debuted by one of their favorite designers
  profession: influencer | 4th year business major
  backstory: Maeve has been a fighter since the moment they were born, fighting for their life in the hospital after being born prematurely. They pushed through and were plopped into a world of privilege and power. Their father owned a multi-million dollar oil company that made the prospect of money never an issue for them. Instead, they were faced with the game of politics.
  
  it didn't take Maeve long to adapt to their life and learn how to excel against the crippling weight of expectations. Dreams were abandoned, and their future was set for as long as they had known, and they accepted this in stride. Even the day their driver had been drinking and crashed on a mountain road, they survived what their mother didn't. They crawled on broken bones and bloodied pavement until a passing car found them. They survived. When the surgeries and doctors proved fruitless, and they were told they would be wheelchair ridden, they survived. When they spent years in physiotherapy until the day they were able to walk again, they survived.
  
  no matter what comes their way, they will survive.
  
• statblock-1 Body ☛ (disability)
  0 Mind ☛ (quick thinking)
  1 Sanity ☛ (prudence, will to live)
  0 Instinct ☛ (intuition)
  2 Charm ☛ (deception, persuasion, perform)
  
  HP: 4/4
  sanity: 6/6
  CP: 0%
  statuses: gay, rich
  
  starting item: tbd
  inventory:
  ♡cane
  ♡phone(brand new)
  ♡solar-based portable charger(cord and plug included!)
  ♡roll of colourful kinesiology tape
  ♡prescription pain medication
  ♡black card
  ♡snack bag of VEGAN CRUELTY-FREE NON-GMO ZERO TRANS FAT dehydrated banana pieces
  ♡passport
  

 

[dreamthieves]

• Basics
• Persona
• Bio
• Stats
• Extras

• 
  
  Farah Abrar Qadir
  
  Age: 19
  Gender: Female
  Height: 5'8
  Eyes: Brown
  Hair: Brown, wavy, slightly longer than shoulder length but usually kept tied up
  
  
• 
  Personality: A textbook example of "book smart" being wildly different than "street smart," Farah is most certainly the former. She is reasonably informed academically, while on the other hand completely fails at interpersonal communication. She fails to pick up on many non-literal phrases and concepts that most would consider universal, or even "common sense." She shows no interest, nor ability, in changing this aspect of herself, and as such has been antagonized on-and-off throughout her life for being so literal, straight-laced, or unaccommodating.
  
  Despite this, Farah actively makes her own attempt to be personable, which often presents as being factual, correcting people or even offering advice, even when not prompted to do so. Her reason? That's exactly what she would want others to do for her. After all, being wrong is, well, wrong.
  
  Apart from this, Farah is passionate about her interests, often willing to showcase and even teach anyone who's interested. Unfortunately, she's not a very good impromptu teacher; instead excelling at forming structured lesson plans and routines as a path to success, and this trait follows suit in all other aspects of her life. She shines in routine, and a break in said routine can leave her confused, agitated, and often unable to succeed in her immediate goals.
  
  Likes: various instrumental music, documentaries, high fantasy fiction, exercising, exchanging information/special interests
  
  Dislikes: blatant rudeness, indecisiveness, flowery scents, small talk or other "thoughtless" conversation
  
  Fears: Loss of personal agency, thalassophobia, necrophobia
  
  Dreams: Companionship/partnership despite her disability, recognition from her peers
  
  Skills/hobbies: calisthenics, MMA, teaching, organization(note taking, planning, mental compartmentalization)
  
• 
  Profession: Upcoming MMA fighter
  Backstory: Farah is a second-generation immigrant, with both her parents having come from Morocco. She lived quite comfortably, being both an only child and her parents in lucrative careers. While a childhood diagnosis of autism was a surprise, there were no real changes to Farah's life after the fact. Expectations remained high, and she never failed to meet them throughout school, all while pursuing her own interests. However, as she progressed through secondary school, it became clear where her actual interests were headed, and it certainly wasn't any sort of degree.
  
  Farah's parents easily relented, assuming a career in professional fighting certainly isn't a lifelong thing, even if it takes off in the first place. As such, she received high quality training, exercise, and even nutritional coaches. By the time she turned 18, she was well equipped to enter the amateur scene. Finding great success early on, this only fueled her determination to continue on the path she'd laid out for herself.
  Why were they on the plane?: Personal mini-vacation
  
• 
  
  2 Body ☛ (Unarmed, Endurance, Dexterity)
  1 Mind ☛ (Research/learning, Quick Thinking)
  0 Sanity ☛ (Free Will)
  0 Instinct ☛ (Reaction Time)
  -1 Charm ☛ (disability)
  
  HP: 7/7
  Sanity: 5/5
  CP: 0%
  Statuses:
  
  Starting item: TBD
  Bag: Small rigid body suitcase
  Inventory:
  
  • Wrist wraps
  • Set of training/gym clothes; shorts, sports bra, tank top
  • Pack of hair ties
  • Cell phone
• 
  
  • Fluent in English, French, and Arabic(MSA and Moroccan)
  • Despite being a second-generation immigrant, Farah has "inherited" a bit of an accent from her parents.
  • Has never had a pet, and as such isn't well suited to handling animals of any kind, let alone wild ones

 

[Colorless Spectrum]

• Basics
• Persona
• Bio
• Stats

• Basics
  
  
  Name: Janna Kang
  
  Age: 27
  
  Gender: Female (She/They)
  
  Appearance: Janna has messy, slightly curly, short brown hair, with blonde ends and blue eyes. She has dark circles under her eyes from the constant overtime at work that tends to outshine the dimples of her smile, it's that bad. Her clothes consist of thrift store-bought items, ranging from different styles. She's about five foot and six inches with a toned build, she has a tattoo of wings on her back, a flower at the side of her neck, and a constellation by her wrist. She's part Korean.
  
  
• Persona
  
  
  Personality: Janna is a bubbly and excitable person. She likes to talk about how her day went or reminisce with the people in her life. She enjoys talking about common interests with other people. She values spending time with the people that she loves to the point of being clingy. But all of that is masked by how exhausted she is from working overtime and sucking up to the higher-ups for the past five years of her life. Of course, life isn't always Rainbows and Unicorns, and so is Janna. She is easily lonely and has been for the past five years, she is easily irritable and addicted to smoking and drinking. She needs to puff at least once a day, a whole packet if she's anxious about something, and she hits the bar every night.
  
  One thing she hates to admit is that she is a scaredy cat. She's the type to enter a Haunted House Attraction on a dare and run screaming to the exit at the first jumpscare. DO NOT TRUST HER WHEN IT COMES TO ANYTHING SCARY!!
  
  Likes:
  Alcohol
  Cigarettes
  Olympics
  Running
  
  Dislikes:
  Her boss
  Her work
  Coffee
  Shellfish
  
  Fears:
  Heights
  Getting hit by a car (it already happened once)
  
  Dreams:
  Long forgotten, no more hope for dreams. (She used to dream about being a musician or a professional athlete in Track.)
  
  Skills/hobbies:
  Singing
  Playing instruments (guitar and piano)
  Cooking
  Running
  
• Backstory
  
  
  Why were they on the plane?: A long-awaited, well-deserved, two-week vacation!
  
  Profession: Office Worker
  
  Backstory: Janna was born in Korea, to her half-Korean, half-American Father and German mother. They were supposed to have a little vacation when Janna was delivered by a stork in the hospital room. At least that’s what they always told her as a kid, not that she believed it. In any case, she grew up in a middle-class suburban family that lost any inheritance they were supposed to have due to some legal issues with other family members.
  
  It’s why she had to take a huge loan for her college because at some point they couldn’t afford the utility bill all the while paying for expensive tuition in a Medical School. She also couldn’t get in through a sports scholarship because of an accident that rendered her unable to walk properly for some time, it’s all healed now of course. Now she works for a Pharmaceutical Company doing boring office work for the R&D Department.
  
• Statblock
  
  
  1 Body ☛ Speed, Endurance
  
  1 Mind ☛ Memory, Investigation
  
  0 Sanity ☛ Will to Live
  
  0 Instinct ☛ Hearing
  
  0 Charm ☛ Perform
  
  HP: 6/6
  Sanity: 5/5
  CP: 0%
  Statuses:
  
  Starting item: (leave blank for now)
  Bag: String Bag
  Inventory: 8 Slots:
  Cigarette Pack
  MP3 Player
  Empty Water Bottle
  Wallet
  Phone
  Perfume
  Fidget Toy
  Gameboy Advance