I am an Impulsive Jack
who Exists in Two Places at Once
Damage Track: HaleMight:
1Weapons and Damage:
Unarmed: 2 damage
Dagger: 2 damage (Can be thrown up to short range)
Verred: 4 damageCyphers (Max 2)
-Level 3 Motion Sensor
A small disk that can be affixed to a surface, that indicates any movement within a short range (up to 50 feet), or any large creature within a long range (up to 100 feet). Also indicates the number and size of creatures it detects.
-Level 6 Visual Displacement Device
A bracelet that protects images of the wearer to confuse attackers, providing an asset to speed defense actions (1 step easier) for 10 minutes.Skills and Inabilities:
-Speed defense actions (Specialized when not wearing armor.)
-Athletic actions - climbing, swimming, jumping, etc.
-I'll try anything once or twice. The difficulty of any task that involves patience, willpower, or discipline is increased by one step.Special Moves, Abilities, and Esoteries:
-Duplicate (2 Might points)
-Flex Skill (Interacting)
-Trained Without Armor
-VisionEquipment and items:
Pack of light tools
8 shinsArtifacts and Oddities:
A crystal that shatters easily, but instantly reforms.Connections:
-Soul seems convinced that I am really a pair of identical twins with no actual powers.
-I heard what the other PCs are up to and suddenly decided to join them.Backstory:
Kat has little more than vague memories of the earliest years of her life... or of her family. She knows she lived with her father, though she can hardly remember his face. She knows she was happy, though his work often left him with little time for her. She doesn't
know what his work was, only that if he were still around, it would still be way over her head. Some sort of magician? Scholar? Inventor? She doesn't know, and it wouldn't matter anymore, except for the way his influence left her with a curiosity about the unusual and arcane that would often lead her into trouble.
But one day he left for reasons she didn't know or understand, leaving her in the care of a group of traveling merchants. She knows now that she shouldn't have believed him when he said he would be back soon, but back then, trusting his words and excited at the idea of seeing new places and meeting new people... she only cried a little. That's what she likes to think, anyway. Mostly she doesn't let herself dwell on it.
She settled into her new life well enough, and as time passed and she grew up, memories of her past soon felt like little more than a distant dream. She stayed close to the caravan and merely helped with chores at first, but in time, her energy and curiosity drove her to wander off on her own and explore heedless of danger - a habit that almost got her killed on more than one occasion, but more often than not, the useful information or valuable trinkets she brought back meant they didn't lecture her too harshly. She never listened, anyway.
In time, of course, they started drifting apart, as life's course took the group their own separate ways. Some settled down and set up shop in the city, others to less stable but more exciting jobs, some merely to make their way on their own, while Kat... well, for her part... she learned that, when you find a strange object and have no idea what it does, looking like some weird fusion of mirror and clock, it might
not be the best idea to literally poke it with a stick. And a little too hard, at that: something broke, and it wasn't just the artifact.
When she came to, she found herself face to face with... herself. Herself, and once she got over that little shock, a world that didn't seem to remember her at all. A normal person might have gone mad. Luckily, Kat always prided herself on being just a little crazy. The event left her too lost and dazed to even be properly upset for several days, of course, but when it all started to sink in... she found something about having the world pulled out from under her to be rather... liberating. Exciting
. Her newfound powers, if they could even be called that, on top of her sudden lack of responsibilities and ties...
That's not too crazy, is it?
Or maybe it is. She's past caring. She can do anything, now, and there's a whole world out there she's just dying to experience.