Expendable

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Greetings and salutations, welcome to the guild. Hope you enjoy your time with us.

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Greetings and salutations, welcome to the guild.

Orion Asunder (Space Opera NRP)

It has me thinking of a stranded fleet with refugee ships who get stranded in some out of the way binary system. Both stars have inhabitable planets in their own life zones. the fleet takes over a couple of planets orbiting the "A" star, the "B" star is ignored for now.

Military rule is established with mandatory compulsory service, some manufacturing is set up with restrictions on what can be produced, the priority being keeping the fleet on a battle footing. Eventually, they decide to split the fleet, one have protecting the civilians, the other half trying to find a way out.

While they've not returned in the last two or three hundred years, intelligent life has been discovered orbiting the B star - and they're not happy about the humans. I should say I'm rather new at this.

The Reincarnated (A D&D 5e Game)

Just to check in...

@Expendable How's your character coming along?

@Guardian Angel Haruki

I've found a very decent hook for her, I'm writing up her background. I should have a sheet ready for you tomorrow. I should just assign her ability scores using point buy?

Pariah

Okay, reduced Remy to a class 1 and made an additional note that the police may suspect he's a variant, but how they don't think he could be since he wouldn't be living rough. And posted to the Characters tab.

Pariah

Remy the Rat

(insert photo here)

Name | Remy Doe (Last name assigned, unknown)
Alias | The Rat
Age | 15?
Gender | Male
Appearance | This shifty looking teen has large brown eyes that are like two discs of wood. His fine, greasy brown hair is unkempt and constantly in need of a trim. He's very short with a thin build and long fingers. His skin is pale. He has high cheekbones. His wardrobe looks like it came mostly from Goodwill.
Notoriety | Petty thief & escape artist, some street art (he's no Banksy)
Danger Level/Variant Type | Class 1 Distortionist
Abilities | Space/time displacement.
- Random objects appear in his pockets when their owners bump into him - keys, wallets, smart phones, etc. Sometimes while they're being held.
- Objects of moderate size and mass that he stares at long enough, as long as he has a line of sight to them, can also wind up in his pockets or messenger bag.
- Objects known to him, if lost or taken, return to him.
- If he goes to sleep in a jail cell, he wakes up on his pallet in the basement of an empty townhouse.
- If threatened, he may disappear, reappearing randomly near by.

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[Gear]
Attire | black watch cap, army jacket, green commando sweater, blue hawaiian shirt, jeans, long multicolored scarf, belt with suspenders, black tube socks (wears two on each foot), cheap canvas sneakers, khaki paint-splattered messenger bag. Most of it looks too big for him and could use a wash.
Armament/Equipment |
Swiss Army knife, pen light, brass zippo lighter, a fork whose metal handle is styled like bamboo, a large serving spoon, a green wristwatch with a woven band, khaki paint-splattered messenger bag, toothbrush. Can summon a 9mm Beretta from a police officer who arrested him once. Other items as needed.

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[Temperament & Lifestyle]
Affiliation | Pariah Underground connections.
Personality/Habits | Skittish around people, especially large, muscular clean-shaven men. Very quiet, tends to skulk while keeping a wary eye out for people.
Occupation/Trade | Petty thief, street artist
Skills/Talents | Moderate street tagger. Can speak French, Spanish, Russian, and Italian. Clearly has some education.
Family | Unknown, claims to have woken up in some basement wearing a lot of bandages, with no memory of who he was or how he got there.
Background | Met some kids on the streets and when they asked him his name, he said without thinking about it, "Remy". One of the kids laughed and said, "Like the rat in Ratatouille?" He had no idea of what they were talking about, but "the rat" stuck.

It wasn't long before bodega owners noticed how small things would disappear around him and began chasing him out of their shops. A few arrests for pickpocketing, shoplifting. Police may suspect he's a variant, but if he could take whatever he wanted, they can't understand why he'd still be a homeless street kid. Spends a lot of time at the library, it's warm and he can wash himself in their restroom.

The empty townhouse he lives in has a reputation in the neighborhood for being haunted by the former owners, John and Mary Remington, who died after their town car was smashed into by a van and shot up by masked gunmen. Their son in the back seat was the only survivor, spent a couple of months in the hospital in a coma, only to vanish one night in what the police and FBI believe was a kidnapping.

The household goods were moved into storage by the extended family within a week of the house being released by the police. Water and electricity remain on, heat pump keeps house in the 40's in winter, 70's in summer.

Pariah

Remy the Rat

(insert photo here)

Name | Remy Doe (Last name assigned, unknown)
Alias | The Rat
Age | 15?
Gender | Male
Appearance | This shifty looking teen has large brown eyes that are like two discs of wood. His fine, greasy brown hair is unkempt and constantly in need of a trim. He's very short with a thin build and long fingers. His skin is pale. He has high cheekbones. His wardrobe looks like it came mostly from Goodwill.
Notoriety | Petty thief & escape artist, some street art (he's no Banksy)
Danger Level/Variant Type | Class 1 Distortionist
Abilities | Space/time displacement.
- Random objects appear in his pockets when their owners bump into him - keys, wallets, smart phones, etc. Sometimes while they're being held.
- Objects of moderate size and mass that he stares at long enough, as long as he has a line of sight to them, can also wind up in his pockets or messenger bag.
- Objects known to him, if lost or taken, return to him.
- If he goes to sleep in a jail cell, he wakes up on his pallet in the basement of an empty townhouse.
- If threatened, he may disappear, reappearing randomly near by.

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[Gear]
Attire | black watch cap, army jacket, green commando sweater, blue hawaiian shirt, jeans, long multicolored scarf, belt with suspenders, black tube socks (wears two on each foot), cheap canvas sneakers, khaki paint-splattered messenger bag. Most of it looks too big for him and could use a wash.
Armament/Equipment |
Swiss Army knife, pen light, brass zippo lighter, a fork whose metal handle is styled like bamboo, a large serving spoon, a green wristwatch with a woven band, khaki paint-splattered messenger bag, toothbrush. Can summon a 9mm Beretta from a police officer who arrested him once. Other items as needed.

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[Temperament & Lifestyle]
Affiliation | Pariah Underground connections.
Personality/Habits | Skittish around people, especially large, muscular clean-shaven men. Very quiet, tends to skulk while keeping a wary eye out for people.
Occupation/Trade | Petty thief, street artist
Skills/Talents | Moderate street tagger. Can speak French, Spanish, Russian, and Italian. Clearly has some education.
Family | Unknown, claims to have woken up in some basement wearing a lot of bandages, with no memory of who he was or how he got there.
Background | Met some kids on the streets and when they asked him his name, he said without thinking about it, "Remy". One of the kids laughed and said, "Like the rat in Ratatouille?" He had no idea of what they were talking about, but "the rat" stuck.

It wasn't long before bodega owners noticed how small things would disappear around him and began chasing him out of their shops. A few arrests for pickpocketing, shoplifting. Police may suspect he's a variant, but if he could take whatever he wanted, they can't understand why he'd still be a homeless street kid. Spends a lot of time at the library, it's warm and he can wash himself in their restroom.

The empty townhouse he lives in has a reputation in the neighborhood for being haunted by the former owners, John and Mary Remington, who died after their town car was smashed into by a van and shot up by masked gunmen. Their son in the back seat was the only survivor, spent a couple of months in the hospital in a coma, only to vanish one night in what the police and FBI believe was a kidnapping.

The household goods were moved into storage by the extended family within a week of the house being released by the police. Water and electricity remain on, heat pump keeps house in the 40's in winter, 70's in summer.

Pilgrim's Caravan: An Open-Ended Fantasy (with Worldbuilding!)

Ilyana's themes
- Somebody's Watching Me
- My Demons
- In the End

Sirl's themes
- Something Just like This
- Pompeii
- Lone Digger

Pariah (Superhuman RP)

Just my opinion, but I think anything that would count as a mass casualty incident where multiple people were involved would be a class 4. Destructive energy beams shoot out of your eyes? 4. Can spawn a tornado to tear through a city block or a trailer park? 4. Able to regenerate from injuries that would kill another man and make blades slide out of your hand? 3.

So, do cars in this alternate world still have wheels? What sort of tech might we expect?

Pariah (Superhuman RP)

@Expendable

I like this guy. It's like he's not a thief...on purpose...at first...but then after that he's definitely a thief.

One question: is he known to be a Variant or do the cops just think he's super slippery somehow? Cause he's apparently been to jail before.

@Eclektik

Kid's gotta eat. The police don't know that Remy's a variant. In their view, if he was a variant who could take whatever he wanted, he wouldn't look (and smell) like a homeless street kid.

He's been tagged in a few surveillance pictures with suspected & known members of the Pariah Underground, however, and anyone who digs into his police record will notice that he somehow manages to escape from the group cell he's usually put in.

He knows he's different, however, since the first time he stared into the window of a fast food restaurant to watch as a sandwich was put into a bag, then found the sandwich had somehow wound up in his coat pocket.