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It's a bit hard to go for anything else what with the point buy system being as strict as it is and all.
Name: Lance-Corporal Bundt
Equipment: Militia Armor, Spear, Crossbow, Bolts, Adventuring Supplies, Rations
Appearance:
Description: Corporal Bundt is mostly defined by his greatest virtue, dedication, and his greatest vice, complaining. Booted out of the house when he came of age because his parents could no longer take his nonstop whining, he soon joined up with the militia who, due to being short on men following a recent siege, were forced to take him on. To everyone's surprise, the kid actually made a fairly good guardsman; he was alert, dedicated, and fairly good with a spear. As the years passed he eventually rose to the rank of Corporal, and then Lance-Corporal, but he always found new things to complain about. The militia can can take only so much nonstop bitching, so they decided to pawn him off on the next band of adventurers that came through.
VIT 11
CON 11
STR 11
DEX 10
AGI 10
ATT 10
INT 10
FTH 7
PRC 10
Skills:
Tenacity- Seriously, dude is DEDICATED. PRobably something involving taking hits real well and healing faster.
Irritation- His nonstop bitching can draw the ire of all but the most calculating of foes- standard tanky aggro/debuff thing.
Spearmanship- He's pretty good with a spear.
Crossbow Marksman- He's also okay with a crossbow, but nothing too special.
Equipment: Militia Armor, Spear, Crossbow, Bolts, Adventuring Supplies, Rations
Appearance:
Description: Corporal Bundt is mostly defined by his greatest virtue, dedication, and his greatest vice, complaining. Booted out of the house when he came of age because his parents could no longer take his nonstop whining, he soon joined up with the militia who, due to being short on men following a recent siege, were forced to take him on. To everyone's surprise, the kid actually made a fairly good guardsman; he was alert, dedicated, and fairly good with a spear. As the years passed he eventually rose to the rank of Corporal, and then Lance-Corporal, but he always found new things to complain about. The militia can can take only so much nonstop bitching, so they decided to pawn him off on the next band of adventurers that came through.
VIT 11
CON 11
STR 11
DEX 10
AGI 10
ATT 10
INT 10
FTH 7
PRC 10
Skills:
Tenacity- Seriously, dude is DEDICATED. PRobably something involving taking hits real well and healing faster.
Irritation- His nonstop bitching can draw the ire of all but the most calculating of foes- standard tanky aggro/debuff thing.
Spearmanship- He's pretty good with a spear.
Crossbow Marksman- He's also okay with a crossbow, but nothing too special.
Eh, Nimitz is pretty narrow, not a lot of point in fiddling with technical bits.
After all, the only thing that really matters is that he's REALLY HUGE.
After all, the only thing that really matters is that he's REALLY HUGE.
Lt. Jeremy White was not having a good day in the slightest.
"Yes sir, we have one of the robots."
"You managed to capture one?"
"No sir, it, uh, it came willingly."
"Well then, lieutenant, how do you know it's not planning something? At least tell me you stationed some security on the damn thing!"
"Er, well, you see, with all due respect, sir..."
The lieutenant scratched his head, wondering how best to put this.
"...It's really big and we don't want to piss it off."
There was a long pause.
"Has it done anything?"
"Not directly, no."
"What in the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"Well, it, uh..."
He looked out the window, watching the holographic crewmen going about their business as a faint glow played across the bridge windows.
"...It's been staring at us, sir. For hours. It's beginning to have an impact on morale."
"TOUCHDOOOOOWN!"
"Lieutenant, what was that?"
"That's the robot, sir. It does that whenever they get a home-run at the baseball field."
"Look, just- just keep it there while I discuss this with the higher-ups."
"Yessir."
No, Lt. White was not having a very good day at all.
"Yes sir, we have one of the robots."
"You managed to capture one?"
"No sir, it, uh, it came willingly."
"Well then, lieutenant, how do you know it's not planning something? At least tell me you stationed some security on the damn thing!"
"Er, well, you see, with all due respect, sir..."
The lieutenant scratched his head, wondering how best to put this.
"...It's really big and we don't want to piss it off."
There was a long pause.
"Has it done anything?"
"Not directly, no."
"What in the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"Well, it, uh..."
He looked out the window, watching the holographic crewmen going about their business as a faint glow played across the bridge windows.
"...It's been staring at us, sir. For hours. It's beginning to have an impact on morale."
"TOUCHDOOOOOWN!"
"Lieutenant, what was that?"
"That's the robot, sir. It does that whenever they get a home-run at the baseball field."
"Look, just- just keep it there while I discuss this with the higher-ups."
"Yessir."
No, Lt. White was not having a very good day at all.
MY bad
"ADDING REGISTRY: WRASSLIN. FRIEND=1, RIVAL=1."
There were a few seconds of silence.
"M23 THANKS YOU."
"Yeah, whatever, me and M23 don't need your pity.", Tanya looked up at M-23, tugging its hand, "Now c'mon tin man, let's get you repaired."
"I AM PRIMARILY STEEL WITH-"
"-Figure of speech, big guy."
There were a few seconds of silence.
"M23 THANKS YOU."
"Yeah, whatever, me and M23 don't need your pity.", Tanya looked up at M-23, tugging its hand, "Now c'mon tin man, let's get you repaired."
"I AM PRIMARILY STEEL WITH-"
"-Figure of speech, big guy."
"M23!"
Tanya jumped into the ring as her mechanical companion fell, beating on its chestplate.
"M23! M23, say something!"
The robot attempted to push itself up before collapsing again.
"M23 APPEARS TO HAVE MULTIPLE DAMAGED ACTUATORS IN LOCATION: LEFT ARM."
Tanya sighed with relief.
"Geez, don't scare me like that! I almost thought I'd lost you, ya big lug!"
"M23 APPRECIATES YOUR CONCERN."
"C'mere-", Tanya said as she helped the robot up, "-we'll have ya fixed up in no time!"
"WAIT."
M-23 turned its head to face Wrasslin.
"What is- huh? Oh, right."
She tossed some bills at the man.
"Here's your winnings, jerkface."
"NO, NOT THAT. OPPONENT. WHAT IS OPPONENT'S NAME."
Tanya jumped into the ring as her mechanical companion fell, beating on its chestplate.
"M23! M23, say something!"
The robot attempted to push itself up before collapsing again.
"M23 APPEARS TO HAVE MULTIPLE DAMAGED ACTUATORS IN LOCATION: LEFT ARM."
Tanya sighed with relief.
"Geez, don't scare me like that! I almost thought I'd lost you, ya big lug!"
"M23 APPRECIATES YOUR CONCERN."
"C'mere-", Tanya said as she helped the robot up, "-we'll have ya fixed up in no time!"
"WAIT."
M-23 turned its head to face Wrasslin.
"What is- huh? Oh, right."
She tossed some bills at the man.
"Here's your winnings, jerkface."
"NO, NOT THAT. OPPONENT. WHAT IS OPPONENT'S NAME."
Refoot (5)
"Geez, M- El Metalico!", Tanya shouted from the sidelines, "You're looking pretty rusty there!"
"M23 HAS NOT DETECTED ANY TRACES OF CORROSION ON-"
M23 suddenly found itself interrupted by a flying tackle (3) from his opponent, rolling backwards as it fell in an attempt to turn Wrasslin's tackle into a piledriver (6).
[[6(roll)*1(Base)+4(strong)]-10(armor)=20 damage]
"Geez, M- El Metalico!", Tanya shouted from the sidelines, "You're looking pretty rusty there!"
"M23 HAS NOT DETECTED ANY TRACES OF CORROSION ON-"
M23 suddenly found itself interrupted by a flying tackle (3) from his opponent, rolling backwards as it fell in an attempt to turn Wrasslin's tackle into a piledriver (6).
[[6(roll)*1(Base)+4(strong)]-10(armor)=20 damage]
Big Bang wasn't sure where to go, so he just sailed in a straight line for a few hours until something happened- "something" in this case being a naval patrol.
Big Bang's internal radio crackled to life, "Attention, unidentified vessel! Please state your affiliation, business, and designation!"
"WHAT?"
"Who are you?"
"MY FRIENDS CALL ME BIG BANG, BUT YOU CAN CALL ME BIG BANG."
There was a long silence. Dread filled the patrol.
"...Will you allow yourself to be escorted to a shipyard?"
"KAY."
"In that case- wait, you're agreeing?"
"SURE, YEAH."
"You're willing to come with us to the naval yard."
"YUP."
"You're coming quietly."
"I AM BEING EXTRA QUIET BECAUSE I AM IN DISGUISE."
Big Bang's internal radio crackled to life, "Attention, unidentified vessel! Please state your affiliation, business, and designation!"
"WHAT?"
"Who are you?"
"MY FRIENDS CALL ME BIG BANG, BUT YOU CAN CALL ME BIG BANG."
There was a long silence. Dread filled the patrol.
"...Will you allow yourself to be escorted to a shipyard?"
"KAY."
"In that case- wait, you're agreeing?"
"SURE, YEAH."
"You're willing to come with us to the naval yard."
"YUP."
"You're coming quietly."
"I AM BEING EXTRA QUIET BECAUSE I AM IN DISGUISE."
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