Ok, I think I got the stats down. I'll have the back-story up shortly.
I am an Exiled Jack
who Howls at The Moon
Damage Track: HaleMight:
Leather Armor(1 Armor Point)Effort Level:
1Weapons and Damage:
-Unarmed: 2 Damage
-Bow: 4 DamageCyphers (Max 2)
-Matter Disruption Detonation: A small handheld sphere that can thrown up to a short range. Explodes in an immediate (10 foot) radius, releasing nanites that rearrage matter in random ways. Inflicts damage equal to cypher level.Skills and Inabilities:
-Practiced with Light & Medium Weapons
-Trained in all tasks involving sneaking.
-Trained in all tasks involving foraging, hunting, and finding safe places to rest or hide
-Assessing danger, lies, quality, importance, function, or power
-The difficulty of any task involving social interactions is increased by one step.
-Loner (No benefit when helped with a task from another character who is trained or specialized in that task.)Special Moves, Abilities, and Esoteries:
-Practiced in Armor
-Pierce (1 Speed point - Speed Edge = 0)
-Connection: One other PC is able to soothe you when youíre in beast form. Youíll never attack them while transformed, and if they spend three consecutive turns using this action to you can revert to your normal form without having to make a roll.Equipment and items:
-Pack of Light ToolsArtifacts and Oddities:
-GM Assigned Oddity #1
-Accurate Chronometer:(Chronometer artifact that always lets you know when the next transformation is coming)
-Bracelet: Has a tiny bell charm that, when intentionally rung, bellows as loud as a belltower.Backstory:
Max was a farmer once, an average man living a peacful life. He had his crops, his livestock, his home, and his town. All in all it was a pretty good life, at least he thought so. If you had asked him then where he thought he'd wind up his answer would have probably been that he would soon be married to one of the women of the town, with children of his own to look after. What it would not have been was that he would be an exile from the place of his birth. Forced to flee and never return. But as fate had it, that was to be Max's story.
Things began to turn south one night when Max was awakened from his sleep by the sound of one of his animals crying out in pain. Believing it to be one of the smaller predators that frequented the area Max grabbed his axe and made his way out to either kill the beast or at least scare it off. But, what Max found was something else entirely. Instead of a small creature, ill suited for killing anything as large as a man, Max found himself face to face with a monster. A massive beast of fur, claws, and teeth. A living breathing engine of violence and destruction. It was by some miracle that Max managed to survive the night. But he did not survive unscathed. The beast left him with a large claw wound across his chest from which to recover.
Max was still not fully recovered by the time that the town's harvest festival arrived, but his fellow townsfolk wouldn't let him sit it out. Much like Max's life in microcosm, things went well at first. Max ate good food, danced with beautiful girls, laughed, and was merry. But as the afternoon grew into night he found himself feeling ill. He started to sweat, he felt a pain in his chest, and finally he felt his stomach cramp. The last thing about that night that he clearly remembers is standing doubled over in the street, with his best friend trying to call for help. Max's next memory is of the morning after, of the destruction, the bodies, the burning houses, and the blood on his hands. He awoke to a hell of his own making, to the bodies of several of his fellow townsfolk ripped apart, to the rest of the town having fled the scene, and to the fact that he was the guilty party.
Since that day Max has lived the life of a exile, hiding in the wilderness for as long as he can, hoping to keep others safe from the beast within him. Very rarely does he travel into populated areas for fear of another catastrophe.