The Bushranger
Member
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Attributes
Physical
Strength ••
Dexterity ••••
Stamina ••
Social
Charisma •••
Manipulation ••
Appearance ••
Mental
Perception ••••
Intelligence •••
Wits ••••
Abilities
Archery •••
Martial Arts
Melee •
Thrown •
War
Integrity •
Performance •• (Specialty: Bad Puns)
Presence ••
Resistance •
Survival ••
Craft
Investigate ••
Lore •
Medicine •
Occult
Athletics •••
Awareness ••••
Dodge •••
Larceny
Stealth •
Bureaucracy
Linguistics ••••
Ride ••••• [F] (Specialty: Racing Vehicles)
Sail ••• (Specialty: Open Ocean)
Socialize •••
Backgrounds
Contacts ••
Influence ••
Resources •••
Charms
n/a
Arrays
Join Combat: 5
Defenses
Dodge DV 3
Parry DV ('Archery') 2
Soak: +3L/+6B
Hardness: none
Health
-0 [ ]
-1 [ ][ ]
-2 [ ][ ]
-4 [ ]
X [ ]
Mental Defenses
Dodge MDV 4
Parry MDV (Socialise) 2
Virtues
Compassion •••
Conviction •••
Temperance •
Valor ••
Flaw: n/a
Intimacies
Lace (crush)
Friends and Family (positive)
Sea life (positive)
Enviro-nuts (negative)
Willpower: 7
Essence
Permanent: •
Personal: n/a
Peripheral: n/a
Bonus Points
3 on Specialties
4 to raise Linguistics to 4
4 to raise Charisma to 3
2 to raise Willpower to 7
2 to raise Stealth to 1
2 to raise Thrown to 1
4 to raise Performance to 2
XP: unspent: 99
Desert Eagle
Spd 6, Acc +1, Dmg 15L, Rate 1, Range 50', Min St 2, Tags 2, B, P
Magazine Capacity: 7
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Background:Growing up, Patrick O'Connell dreamed of being a race car driver. Since his early teens, he has been working torwards that goal...but he's found that in order to be one, well, you have to "pay to play". And, being a pretty average guy with average looks and a shy personality, he wasn't the poster-boy the big-name sponsors were looking for.
Nevertheless, starting in his late teens, he started competing at local tracks, developing a few small (and one or two large) rivalrys. Then shortly after his eightteenth birthday, he attempted to make the jump to racing Indy-type cars, however a lack of sponsorship resulted in a lack of good finishes, and after three seasons he attempted to switch to stock-car racing...with the same result; after five years, he decided he'd had enough, and retired.
Through wise investments and savings, he had, however, managed to build up a reasonable enough nest-egg that he was able to acquire a cabin on the Outer Banks of North Carolina, spending more on a fishing boat, and turning his hobby of saltwater fishing into a job. Offering birding trips, fishing trips, and pleasure trips aboard the Dawn of Creation, a sturdy boat with a name that came to him in a dream one night.
Since then, he's been enjoying his 'retirement'. Remaining single, not exactly pining over his first, lost love, but, despite being 'eligible', never purusing more than short-term relationships, and generally living a quiet life. Of course, everybody knows you see odd things out on the sea sometimes. Strange things. Like that one fish that time, that had been hurriedly tossed back with the line cut. And that surely wasn't a web-footed cross between an egret and a falcon that flew over that one day...
