Buddy

A guitar playing, sword swinging, wanderer of the wastes.

Description:

Career: guardsman/bloodsworn/death cult assasin
Background: Wastelander
Divination: #76
Rank:9
Eyes:grey
Hair:black
Height: 6’0
Quirk: glasses, Imperial tattoos on arms and back
Age: 21

Ws:64****
Bs:41*
S:53****
T:50***
Agi:50***
Int:32
Per:36
Wp:45
Fel:40

Wounds:25
Fate:1
Insanity:53 (delusions of grandeur)
Corruption:11
Rads:16

Skillz
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Speak-low gothic
Drive-ground vehicle+20
Dodge+20
Survival
Awareness
Swim
Inquiry
Gamble+20
Literacy
Barter
Demolition
Surface navigation
Tech-use
Medicae
Carouse
Performer-musician (guitar)20
Performer-singer
20

Ascended skillz
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Stealth mastery

Traits/talents
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Pistol wp: las, sp
Basic wp: las, sp
Charmed
Ill omened
Survivalist
Wastelander
Sound con (x11)
Quick draw
Crushing blow
Crippling strike
True grit
Disarm
Rapid reaction
Lightning reflexes
Mighty shot
Fearless
Step aside
Takedown

Ascended talents/traits
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Preturnatural speed
Cult of Blood
Melee weapon expertise
Storm of blows

Bio:

Born to a couple in the wastes, Buddy grew up amongst the radioactive ruin of the ancient world. His father, a former guardsman of the reach taught him how to shoot, and live off the land, as well as the ritualistic intricacies of the families one heirloom; a 3038 Chrysalis highwayman. Familial legend held that it had been passed down, father to son, since it was first purchased in time immemorial, as was the rites and rotes of its continued maintenance. Life was good for them, as good as a wastelanders life can be, until, when upon returning from a hunting expedition, the father and son pair arrived to find the homestead besieged by raiders, the marks of chaos obvious upon their clothing and brows. Buddy’s father sort of, snapped, and with a brutality never seen before, slew the entire band, hacking the head off the leader with but a combat knife. After that, times changed. Buddy and his father took to the roads, and found their fate and fortune wherever there was strife, and money to be made off of it. During these years, Buddy learned that there was more to life than killing, that there was music, and the interactions to be had with the people of Talis. Eventually, sorrow, and rotgut booze took the life of Buddy’s father, and again the cycle of inheritance began anew. 10 years have passed since that fateful day, and Buddy has grown strong, seen much, and moved nearly every city in the wastes with his bittersweet chords. Who knows what lies next in store for this traveller, this swordsman, this King of Rock and Roll……

Buddy

Seven Saints of Talis Brokenfuture