[Characters] The Motley Crew

[Fragmaster01]

Sadly, I have to dash, and can't get everything all nice and pretty, but here is a place for characters. Use the Pathfinder sheet on DnDOG for characters. If your character is a psionic class, you can plop PP/MaxPP in the nonlethal HP slot up top.
Stats: Either roll 4d6kh3, or a 30 point buy(stats starting at 8). If you roll your stats and they come out terrible, ping me and I might allow a reroll.
Format: Put a link to your charsheet in your post in this thread, and copy over the description you had in the application thread.

Here's some updated rules. Equipment for purchase exists, as well as a power list up to level 2 for the castery types. Pathfinder Future, Mark 3. If you want a power or such that isn't on the list, ask, and I might grant you mercy.
Money startings for you peoples:
Sunshine - Nexus - 2d4x10 g, 1 weapon you have proficiency with.
Senessel - Rogue - 3d6x10 g, 2 weapons or 1 weapon/1 armour you have proficiency with.
Klikam - Empowered - 1d6x10 g, 1 weapon you have proficiency with.
Jup - Reaper - 1d6x10 g, 2 weapons you have proficiency with, 1 armor.
Lilith - Psion - 2d4x10 g, 1 weapon you have proficiency with.

Money for items in the rules text are in terms of the Alakim Culen, Selen, Golen, Palen, and Diden, which are the exact same 10-1 exchange rate of the DnD/Pathfinder money and are totally not me being lazy in terms of their starting letters at all. Most stuff is written in g, as that's the standard currency we go with, but higher cost items (like ship parts) tend to be in p or d, just to keep the number smaller.

[Caput]

Name: "My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die!" -Giving an impromptu history lesson.
Sunshine Colt
Race: "Wiggle wiggle wiggle wiggle wiggle." -Sunshine chronicles the epic journey from fridge to desk.
Ormu
Sex: "For you, baby? I'm anything you want me to be." -Creeping out a drunk guy.
Ambiguous. Tends to go along with people's guesses. Prefers the pronoun "it"
Age: "Let me go! I have rights, damn you! I can vote and everything!" -Tail stuck in an automatic door.
18
Alignment: "Look, I'm just trying to be a good person here. I know I'm not much of a hero, but I just want everyone to be happy. Except you." -Drowning a space pirate in the sink.
CG
Class: "And then they used to put on this weeeeeeid music and cut into my brain. Felt a little like this." -Educating a queue jumper
Nexus (Madness)
Appearance: "I feel pretty, oh so pretty, so pretty and happy and fiiiiiiiiine!" -While brandishing bloody pizza wheel.
Sunshine is very thin, with bones showing pretty clearly through its midnight blue skin. It looks kinda creepy, but kinda cute too, with a smooth-featured face that belongs either to the most girly of boys or the most boyish of girls, a huge smile that goes from innocent glee to "I'm going to eat you" in the merest fraction of a second and big silver eyes that don't blink as often as they should. It has silver hair, but keeps it shaved.
It usually paints two sliver lines down its face, starting on the forehead, going down over the eyelids and stopping on the cheeks.
When it must wear clothes, it wears tunics, cloaks, kimonos and a variety of masks. When it goes out, it likes to wear metal claws bought from a fetish shop on the finger tips of its left hand. This isn't for any fetish related reason, it just likes them.
It's short and not too happy about that.
Everything about the way Sunshine moves is smooth and flowing, sometimes in pleasant ways, sometimes not.
Personality: "Um. Hello? Hellooo? Um. I'm trying to buy things but I've got lost and uh. And I don't know what to do. Come on, come on, come on! This would be so much easier if you picked up. People are STARING at me!." -Phoning for help while looking for turkey slices.
Sunshine is named for its disposition and smile. It's willing to help out strangers, a little too trusting and has the kind of amazement at the world in general that you normally only see in a child.
It hates eating and puts it off for as long as possible, sometimes to the point of collapse. It has developed various techniques to avoid the grizzly task, such as drinking fibre drinks, energy drinks, coffee and lots of water, chewing gum, chewing pens, insisting that thin soup is food and eating candy, which is the least bad kind of food. When it does eat meals, it prefers them to be white meat and dairy products, since it cannot digest red meat and, as an ormu, doesn't eat much else. As a general rule, the more processed, the better.
It's generally happiest alone and in a familiar environment, but if in an unfamiliar environment it freaks out if it's not with other people.
It's easily startled by loud noises and sudden movements, but optimistic about new people and experiences as long as there's somebody around to help in case it stops being able to cope for whatever reason.
It's uncomfortable about booze and any drug that makes you hallucinate or slows you down. It sees drunk people as lowering themselves somehow and can't metabolise alcohol anyway. Stimulants are a different story, however. If something can make Sunshine go faster or longer, Sunshine wants that thing. Particularly if it can inject it right into its veins. That's a rare treat. It hates sleeping. "Waste of my life."
Sunshine lets its morals guide it and absolutely never deviates from doing what it thinks is right. It's ethics are a little different from most people's, however. Once you break the rules, you're an un-person in it's eyes. Not deserving of punishment, but not protected by the rules you've rejected.
It's also pretty much incapable of feeling guilt "It seemed ok to do at the time" is always excuse enough for it as far as its own conduct goes. It's mercilessly efficient about killing its enemies and can forget such deeds as easily as other people forget binning an inanimate object.
Along with dehumanising people, Sunshine humanises objects. It will happily chatter away to them while using them, feel betrayed when they seem out to get it etc. It doesn't actually believe they have feelings as such, but dislikes seeing things broken or thrown away, and is easily angered when they're uncooperative. Sometimes, when it addresses them, they answer. It genuinely believes that everything, however big or small, has some kind of spirit in it "like a kami or something".
It talks to God too. And Jesus and Satan. Casually, as though they're people it knows and they're in the room right now. It tries not to do that when there are other people around.
It likes bugs and keeps oversized beetles as pets. Killing bugs that aren't clearly a threat to you is a fantastic way to get savaged by it.
Sunshine has difficulty separating stories from reality. It sometimes feels like it's being watched, as though be viewers or readers, it expects things to follow a plot, to have twists, villains, heroes and sidekicks. To be about something. It loves stories. Sometimes, this trait comes in useful, but other times it's as misleading as you would expect.
Sunshine's goals include seeing as much of the universe as possible, making some friends, finding somebody to settle down with, having as much fun as a person can have, living an awesome story and dying satisfied.
Background: "That'll happen, I'm afraid. They didn't really make me very well" -Explaining why its been vomiting blood.
Is secret.
Random Trivia: "I own a bicycle!" -Explaining why it is superior to all other ormu.
High voice, but not in a bad way. Could be an excellent singer. Has perfect pitch, even, but has never noticed.
Sometimes crunches up raw eggs and eats them shell and all.
Dislikes toads. Claims they're just wrong.
Loves dance and music. Can't exactly perform music, but give it a computer and a few hours and it'll kick up something pretty damn good.
Confuses AM with PM. "Look, buttface, it's a four O'clock. Don't nitpick."
Enjoys children's entertainment at least as much as stuff aimed at adults.
Slightly uncomfortable with the thought that it should never have been born. It's certain it's a wrong thing, but doesn't want to not have lived.
Has great difficulty understanding what separates a rule from a guideline.
Likes to gamble, but knows it will lose. Sees its overall losses as the price of the entertainment.
Favourite movie is the second re-make of The Princess Bride. If it ever saw the original, it would prefer it apart from the lack of 3D and the kid, who got edited out of the newer one.
Favourite soda is blue flavour.
Likes spooking people, but only when it's trying to. Feels sad when it spooks people accidentally.
Favourite word is "Ham!". It does not actually eat ham, or even like the smell of it.
Once slept in the bed of a giant alien pet lizard and caught a disease, but got better again.

[MCP]

Name: Sennesel “Seneschal” Brrunes (Sen-nes-sell Broo-nays)
Race: Selaani
Sex: Male
Age: 20
Alignment: N
Class: Rogue

Appearance: Sennesel is tall and lanky, even by Selaani standards, clocking in at roughly 7'5” counting his ears on two feet and weighing a paltry 175 pounds. His fur is a fairly uniform eggshell white that he keeps in relative shape, and his facial fur (and sometimes his hands or forearms) is sometimes dyed in black or blue with whatever pattern he feels suits his mood at the time to accentuate his steel-grey eyes. Being a Selaani, Sennesel typically goes with very little on his upper body. A Selaani-tailored black tank top is most often seen clinging to his frame, his lower half kept decent by a pair of self-tailored pants to make room for the inhuman anatomy of his hindmost legs and his coiling tail. When he's in private, he keeps the pants on for the sake of modesty but usually loses the tank top in favor of letting his fur breathe to keep it from matting. If you found a female "polarbear", she might even call him kind of cute. Not sexy by any means, but cute.

Personality: Sennesel is very laid-back although possessed of a very ferretesque inquisitiveness. He finds Terrans to be a profoundly interesting species, given how very many kinds and types of them come from a single planet and how very different their arts tend to be. That said, he spends a great deal of time surfing the Terran extranet sites for pirated music and movies of various type from the Golden Age of Movies to simple hyper-pornography. He keeps it in the personal computer he keeps with him in whatever room he may be staying in, as well as using the console to sell his services to those around him as a bootleg-media burner, smuggler and occasional hacker. Even as good with a computer or Cracker-Jack (a type of high tech thief's toolkit used to “crack” keycard panels he won from a Human in a game of Texas Hold'em) as he is, Sennesel is seen as easygoing even by the standards of his race. He is prone to being found sleeping in his room when he is needed or tinkering about on the extranet when he is bored, finding this or that new piece of news or information regarding the state of the galaxy. When he is bored and with company, he enjoys breaking up the monotony by quoting the odd fact that he's learned in his “research” to educate those around him.

Background: Sennesel has never been to the planet his people come from. He's made friends with more Terrans than any other species he's encountered, though he does owe money to a female Alakim whom bugs him eternally (see what I did there?) about his debt. He just never does seem to get around to remembering to pay her. He was born on a freighter to Selaani travelers who did not expect him to be born so soon, obviously, and he has spent almost the entirety of his life starborne on freighters, passenger vessels and the occasional detention center. His parents are both deceased, having lost their lives when they were killed along with the entire crew of the ship they were on when their navcom malfunctioned and dumped the vessel inside of the event horizon of a black hole. Sennesel, as a result, never charts himself on a vessel that is traveling within twelve parsecs of a known singularity. When he was younger, Sennesel came upon an old Terran spacer who showed many of the signs of the space madness that many of the stargazers of his age showed at least some symptoms of. When Senessel introduced himself to the grizzled old chap, he misheard him due to the slight lisp his people carry when speaking and mistook his name for “Seneschal.” With some humor, the old spacer explained to the Selaani that a Seneschal was a French word for a supervisor of ceremonies and feasts. Sennesel had no idea what French was, of course, but his further questions directed at the glassy-eyed old man only elicited ramblings about things being “full of stars.” Intrigued, the young Selaani went online to further research the word and came upon the treasure trove of digital piracy and sex-movies that was the Terran extranet. He decided that it wasn't that bad a nickname, so when he introduced himself to new communities of fellow space vagrants he announced his nickname and role as Seneschal. You go to him for your party needs.

Character Sheet: Click here.

Random Trivia: - He is an accomplished poker player. - He is fond, particularly, of movies revolving around the basic premise of Kurasawa's “Seven Samurai;” A few elite warriors facing overwhelming odds in the name of justice. - He's looking for a pet ferret of his own, identifying with them on some grand cosmic level. - He has a deep phobia of black holes, singularities and generally anything that will crush you to your base atoms via gravity. - He finds Terran females exotic and comely. Secretly, he also has kind of a thing for Retul females but will never openly admit as such. - He keeps a Rubix Cube with him in his possessions. As intelligent as he is he cannot solve the blasted thing, and it often frustrates him when he attempts to finally solve it though when he fiddles with it it helps with his concentration for hours afterward regarding problem solving. - He is secretly slightly racist against Ipiki. They skulk about in the dark, with knives on their hands and glowing eyes and no jobs aside from working in the “basement” of starships... As such, he tends to be patronizing when speaking to Ipiki and he doesn't typically consider them to be very intelligent at all when it concerns anything but ship maintenance. - He isn't fond of being cramped, and becomes a little grouchy if he has to share a room. - He avoids smuggling when he can, only doing so when he really wants money for a new program or upgrade. When he does smuggle, he avoids caustic or explosive substances to transport and sticks primarily to the ducts of the station or ship he is on to travel. - As little as he thinks of the prospect of having real property that he cannot simply carry on him, he has a dream of one day owning a modest ship with which to make his own way from one port to another. - He, frankly, smells a bit. It's the way his people evolved to recognize family and gender, much akin to the territorial scents of terrestrial mammals. It's akin to a ferret's smell when it's been de-scented, recognizable but not overpowering.

[hobocommando]

Name: Klikam Gartusk

Race: Alakim

Sex: Male

Age: 20

Alignment: Neutral Good

Class: Empowered

Appearance: Klikam looks very similar to an ant. Except that Klikam is much skinnier than a standard ant. He also has a much pointier face. Even though most Alakim don't have exoskeletons, Klakim has assorted plate looking pieces on his body that are studded with something that resembles horns or dull spikes.

Personality: Klikam is solely dedicated to the task that is given to him. Duty and honor are of up most importance to him and he has little time for much else. His mind operates very mathematically. It's not so much that Klikam is cold, he simply does not understand emotion. He can't. It just doesn't make any sense to him.

Background: Klikam is a born and raised warrior. Klikam came from a military family, was trained by the military, and joined the military as soon as he was able. The emotion was beaten out of him at a very young age and was taught to never abandon the mission. Klikam was very much programmed.

During basic training Klikam was somewhat disobedient. Not in the sense that he didn't obey rules but he refused to use guns or weaponry of any kind. He thought them a bit cowardly. So he trained excessively with hand to hand combat and excelled far beyond many of his predecessors. During his training however he met a very fair female Alakim. They trained together and she was almost as good as he was, almost. When it came time however and he deciding to make his move. The female rejected him strongly stating that it was only a fling and she had someone to go home to. They tried to be friends afterward but it just made things really awkward and they slowly drifted apart. After which, Klikam swore off all love, thinking a waste of time.

After basic training, Klikam was transferred to a terran world. Klikam would be upset about this if he remembered what being upset felt like. Instead he feels slightly bothered. Like a slight prick in his head. He ignores this as his duty demands him to do the job regardless of what he may think or feel.


Random Trivia(optional): Klikam has an obsession with chocolate. It is a very compulsive behavior and he has difficulty controlling this. He will go out of his way if he senses chocolate in the area.

There he is. Let me know if there are any red flags or anything stupid.
http://www.rpgcrossing.com/profiler/view.php?id=15118

[Fragmaster01]

hobo
There should be WIS added to AC, giving him an AC of 16, not 14.
You're missing the first bonus feat from being an Empowered(mainly my fault, issa typo there).
You took Swift as a feat, but didn't add the +5 to speed(should be speed 35).
Your unarmed strike/flurry of blows isn't marked in the weapons section(they deal 1d6+1+STR damage).
Mark your skills as class skills, otherwise the sheet won't give you the +3 bonus for ranks in a class skill(Acrobatics (Dex), Climb (Str), Craft (Int), Diplomacy(Cha), Escape Artist (Dex), Intimidate (Cha), Knowledge (history) (Int), Knowledge (religion) (Int), Perception (Wis), Perform (Cha), Profession (Wis), Sense Motive (Wis), Stealth (Dex), and Swim (Str))

Caput
Your nom attack should be written down(1d3+1+STR, no AoO if used while grappling).
Your racial bonuses to skeelz aren't written(+2 Climb, Stealth, Swim, -4 Jump).
Note that you may want to modify your powers once I get the silly lists fully typed up.

I think that's it for now. A list of equipment now exists in the rules text up top. If you want something that isn't on the list(since there's far too much to write down everything), give a shout demanding I sell you your strange equipment that shuns the item list.

[hobocommando]

This is a stupid question but just for verification, empowers are basically monks right? So a weapon is not necessary correct? and thanks btw.


EDIT: Oh and I picked up that I got a extra feat and picked improved unarmed strike. Is that just given to empowered or do I get another one or something. Forgive me for being ignorant.

[Fragmaster01]

So, my recommendation there is to grab that little link at the top of the thread and hop down to the Empowered section(Ctrl+clicking Empowered in the table of contents hops you right there). I'll save you the trouble for now, but for later questions, it has the answers:

Unarmed Strike: An empowered learns how to strike with any part of their body. They are treated as having the Improved Unarmed Strike feat, and can deal lethal damage with their unarmed strikes(Ipiki gain the ability to perform non-lethal bludgeoning unarmed strikes). They also have improved damage with Unarmed Strikes, see the table above. An empowered can mix attacks from weapons and unarmed strikes at will.

Bonus Feats: Empowered gain Bonus Feats as they level up, at 1st level, 2nd level, and every 4 levels thereafter. At 1st level and up, the Empowered can choose between Catch Off Guard, Combat Reflexes, Deflect Arrows, Dodge, Improved Grapple, Scorpion Style, and Throw Anything. At 6th level and up, the Empowered can also choose from Gorgon’s Fist, Improved Bull Rush, Improved Disarm, Improved Feint, Improved Trip, and Mobility. At 10th level and up, the Empowered can also choose from Improved Critical, Medusa’s Wrath, Snatch Arrows, and Spring Attack. The Empowered does not need to meet the prerequisites for these feats.

So you don't need Improved Unarmed Strike, and the list of what you can feat is right above this line. Also looking at the sheet, the Flurry of Blows stats are wrong, they take a -1 to both strike's attacks, so +1/+1 rather than +2/-1. Silly Pathfinder changing the rules on you, it's such a rascal. Needs equipment(or at least clothes), and a list of such is in the above link as well. Everything else looks tasty, though. As for the weapon thing, you can use it to grab something useful, like a knife or a wrench, and get it for free, even if you have better ways to beat people up.

[Felyx Zephyr]

Name: Lilith Murdoc

 

Sex: Female when it is especially convenient, but usually tomboyish.
Race: Satellite raised Terran
Age: 22
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Class: Psion

Appearance: Hair dyed a dark purple, her face looks almost wraithlike. She is very thin, though not unhealthily so. She is, however, paler than most on the satellite installation. Her dark hair falls in tendrils down to her chin. It always appears sweaty or oily unless she puts forth the effort to clean and comb it out. Her eyes are large, but skittish. She always looks around, trying to take in everything around her.

Personality & Background: tl;dr: She grew up in a broken home, was close to her father, who had suffered from "Insanity" is touched in the head herself, but strives to learn about the power more than anything. Current status: Stowaway

 

Lilith is what most people would call completely insane, but that is only because most people are unwilling to take the time to completely listen to what she is trying to say. She is not completely insane, she is just unbelievably paranoid. Things never appear quite right to her. Why are certain things happening? Why does a man in a suit, who spend every morning walking the same path suddenly change his morning routine? Was he out drinking? Unlikely, He is never with anyone else. But when Lilith watches the feed that night and hears that there was an armed robbery that morning right when he should have been walking by, and the next month the same man starts walking by in a much nicer suit, Lilith knows that she has him red-handed. But the cops don't believe her, nobody believes her.

Being called insane for your entire life works on you. Sure your dad went insane, but maybe, just maybe, you don't resent him because he did something that none of the other sissies dared to do! Lilith is Gorram proud of her dad, and hates that nobody else is. Even her mother eventually turned on the family. But Lilith was fine with that. She doesn't care much for other people. Because she got a gift. The gift of an open mind. Her father gave it to her and it was like their own special family connection. After he died too young, Lilith ran away. There was nothing left for her. She almost starved herself on the street, devouring anything that she could, be it actual food or intellectual information. She lived in the underground of the spacestation, and her ability(or lack of) to interact with people is very much tied to this.

Lilith hated this metal rock in space. She wanted out. She wanted to see the world. What drove her even more insane was that this particular space dump only took human inhabitants. MEANING that Lilith was the most alien one onboard. She willingly did things to herself to stand out. Her hair, once a full natural red, Is now shockingly blue. Her body is pierced in various places, and she purposefully goes against the norms of whatever these humans are doing. She wants to be apart from these stinking humans who have spent their life calling her insane, when they are the close-minded idiots.

It was Sal, the Fast food Hocker that first suffered from her wrath. Years of working under him had put her at a disposition to hate him, but he deserved it. He needed to be taught a lesson. Too many cheek grabs, too many whistles, too many inappropriate comments, and finally Lilith had had enough. It would have to be the perfect crime. Something that would go down in the books of urban legends. Something that people would talk about. Something that would never get pinned on her.

She started provoking him. Little pics and prods, always innocent, always tearing at his patience, and always within earshot of one of their regulars, Sloppy Sam. Of course Sal didn't notice, but finally she got whated. Sam approached her one day and struck up conversation.

Hey, I know what's going on... And I think... umm... Poor Sam was never good with talking to people, he even stuttered when he ordered. But of all the thousands of people on the satellite, he was one of the less normal ones, so he let him slide a lot. Hey, I know that you are on your own and that you probably need to work for the money... but... Sal... He seems to be... doing... some stuff that he shouldn't.

Lilith had planned this conversation to the t. I... I know, she said emotionally. But I can't leave. I have to support myself... and something has been worrying me.

His eyes widened, asking silently for her to go on. Lilith ran her hand through her hair and obliged his gaze. Okay. Don't tell anyone this but... have you ever smelled a burning smell in a kitchen? like when you leave leftovers in the microwave to heat up for too long?

He nodded.

Well, every day. Every day when Sal passes by, I smell it. It is horrible. It's like burning flesh. I'm scared to tell him, but I am equally scared to leave. Who knows what this could mean!

With that, she left the man alone for a week.

Towards the end of the next week, she came enacted the last bit of her plan. Sam was just finishing up his lunch and was about to head back to wherever he went when he wasn't eating at Sal's. Lilith dropped a utensil in the frier, Sal began to yell, he moved to push her out of the way, and with a sincere effort, Lilith managed to do it. To pull off one of the tricks that her dad showed her before he died. Her father had shown her his ability before he died, and every day since, Lilith had worked on it to try and reach the level that her father had attained. She was confident that one day she could surpass him. It was inauspicious that Sal was wearing his leather flats that day. Quite unfortunate for him that it was a tradition of his. The salt shaker slipped right underneath the leather sole and his hand, instead of grapping the the handle of the sifter, went straight into the oil. His screams filled the small dive and everyone sprang to their feet. Medics were called, but the temperature and uncleanliness of the oil would ensure that there would be nothing to do about him except kill the pain

But something happened that Lilith hadn't planned. Sal pulled his arm out of the oil. His screaming subsided, but the smell was horrid. Far worse than anything anyone there was likely to have ever smelled before or again. Oil dripped down from him, sizzling on the floor as he cried out. YOU LITTLE TRAMP! YOU DID THIS TO ME!!!

Lilith started backing up. The pain was supposed to subdue him, how could he have even-

YOU ARE JUST AS WRETCHED AS YOUR FATHER! YOU ARE JUST AS MAD AS HE WAS!!! He spat.

Then he collapsed. Lilith left the metal rock, satisfied with her revenge, and decided to stow away on a transport vessel

Random Trivia(optional): I think I went through most of it... She is obsessed with the strange and the unusual. She wants to meet strange new places and travel to far off people. She is... very very paranoid. Whether this comes out as comical or conspiritorial, that is changable depending on how the darkness level of the game winds up being.

[hobocommando]

Fair enough mate. I did download the link and I have been looking through it but obviously not good enough XD. Anyway, sorry for the hassle. I'll make the changes at some point today.


EDIT: And done.....I think....

[The Smarter Pie]

http://www.rpgcrossing.com/profiler/view.php?id=15115

Name: Jup (from Jupiter)
"That's my merc handle. It's Walter Bradley to you doc!"
Race: Terran
"As the sky is blue!"
Sex: Male
"Can't be too sure doctor. His hair's almost at his shoulders!"
"Shaddup boy! You know a haircut's a fortune and that damn bear don't know what he's doin...I know 3 gals at the bar who'll tell you it drives em crazy...I like it this way!"
Age: 43
"Whoa-hoa pop how is it youre holding up? Maybe you should stand down. Don't wanna get a heart attack during a surprise round do ya?"
"I oughta whallop you! My ticker could beat you wrestling, skinny!"
Alignment: CG
Class: Reaper

Appearance:

 

This Terran has shoulders that span a galaxy and his wingspan is unreal. Like a retired weightlifter, Walter has piles of muscle that appear crying to be used again. The upper body has begun to transform with no worthy exercise to match its mass. Arms droop and the stomach sags. He has a square jaw outlined by a short beard and bushy goatee. His auburn hair reaches the bottom of his neck, small streaks of gray reveal his still-rising age and stress level. The outer-most hairs are tied back in a modest knot on top of the rest. He brushes his teeth, combs his mane, and generally keeps himself clean. Nevertheless, he has a forest of chest, stomach, and back hair (however modest compared to a few species in the stars).

Background:

 

Walter Bradley grew up well, his mother kept the home while father guarded the old factory. Mr. Bradley took a gun, a badge, and a heavy stick to work, and little Walter couldn't get his mind off it, imagining his old dad fighting off the super villains he saw JACK STONE: MOON SHERIFF fight who always needed a new reason to invade the old factory every week only to come home and 'pretend' to be an average guy, cooking the patties, cracking a beer, smooching the misses and taking the kid out to fish, just like in the story. He cried the day his dad took him to work and nothing happened save his father's pudgy partner spilling his coffee on the child's pants. Mr. Bradley was old and had trouble breathing, eventually passing away as Walter had reached adult age. The same old factory offered him a job. He had a younger sister now: Anna, a mathematical genius by any rate. He also had a mother going the same way as her spouse, and he knew no security guard could pay for both hefty hospital bills and schooling.

So Walter went the way he imagined his dad: JACK STONE's a big hero who chugged his pint, smoked his cigar, punched out the bad guy and rescued his wife, only to go with her behind a curtain of fading credits before the time allotted conveniently ran out. He spent most of career in the Red Shields, a heavy-duty spaceship security company specializing in neutralizing very possible threats with great force, preferring to charge carrying large shields and melee weapons to frighten the opposition. As he took on more work and brought pirates and enemy mercenaries to the ground he discovered an ability to 'turn on' his fighting spirit, running faster and fighting harder than his co-workers for short bursts. Given the short nature of poorly equipped criminals facing off with behemoths of steel, a 'short burst' was all he really needed, however more he began to distrust this nature of himself.

It was in the Red Shields he earned his handle 'Jupiter' for his strength and size, and it was in the Red Shields that he met Jessie North, one of the groups armorers responsible for their high-quality weapons and protection. Despite a few jeers about how a certain woman would "hurt herself" with the lasers and sharp edges, they hit it off and quickly became engaged to be married. This rarely happened in the groups history but when it did it was always fast, with nothing to do and close contact for several weeks at a time if you met someone who didn't drive you nuts after 200 hours, they would drive you crazy. She took his jokes and stride and even came up with some of her own. A lovely, if sarcastic, woman who enjoyed his unusual spirit in the crowd of sleepy guards.

Irony soured Jessie's death, the day a certain woman really did "hurt herself" with the lasers and sharp edges. Jup cried as hard as he did that day his father took him to the old factory. His own Mrs. Bradley was gone, something the now-cancelled JACK STONE: MOON SHERIFF never had to deal with. His rages grew more brutal, and his mood dark, one day deciding to quit the Red Shields for good.

These days he still works security, but through less dangerous space, watching mainstream trade ships, not exactly ripe for the picking by harriers. He lives poorly, most of his payments go towards his sick mother and university-bound sister, and most of what's left over goes to visiting his family often. In the present day he has the itch once more to start over. To be a big damn hero, punch out the bad guy (or rather demolish the bad guy with whatever implement of destruction at hand), and get the girl. His mother could get the medical attention that only the wealthiest could afford. Anna could go to goddamn space-Harvard, wherever the hell that is. Jessie would be proud. His father would be proud.

Personality:

 

Jup is a loud, high-octane, driven man with a soft spot. Often acts just seconds before thinking: He's the first to drunkenly butt into a conversation and the first to apologize after. The man is old fashioned, too much at times. He doesn't see anything wrong with a smoke or a drink and will laugh and slap anyone on the back if they refuse, insisting on offering a taste. He tiptoes on the fragile fence of chauvinism on the job and barrels through the damn thing during happy hour. Jup doesn't hate, in fact he has loved the late woman in his life more than fighting, drinking, and laughing combined, he just has an awkward point of view on women.
"Hah! Ok ok yes yes rest her soul but COMBINED?! You're treading on shaky ground friend and Jessie would agree!"

As a reaper, he charges into combat with the same heart, gladly taking the lead and standing in harms way to protect others, employers or not. In especially rough spots his old training will come back to him and he'll blur the line between bruiser and killer in a destructive rage. He doesn't like doing this because hes afraid of losing control and it reminds him so much of the worst parts of the past couple years but he recognizes its potency and keeps it up his sleeve.

Trivia:

 

- Jup is unfamiliar with most races having spent most of his time in Terran-dominated space. He is a little distrusting of the more alien species and prefers to keep his distance. A little jealous of the big bear-like ones whom he feels an unconscious need to outperform at some physical task.
- He keeps an often-updated picture of his mother and sister on him whenever he goes out to combat, and an older picture of his father at working age on him at all times.
- Jup plays a couple small instruments he picked up on long trips, but only enough to entertain a small, bored group.
- When he relaxes, he goes all out. A big fan of light blues and jazz (I know, right?) with a big pillow, no shirt, no belt, and a cold drink.
- He can put on a serious face when talking about important things like love and family, but generally doesn't care for 'luxury' and is unconcerned with money woes past the essentials.

[Fragmaster01]

Caput: Spell saves should be 13 and 14, not 3 and 4. Also, no matter how crazy Sunshine is, Revolvers don't have an attack of 1d8.

MCP: Check the box that says "Worn" by the armor, or it won't be added in that AC field up top.

hobo: You almost got everything, he just needs items. And clothes, that would be good too.

[MCP]

...But he's not wearing it right now. :B

Wearing it increases his encumbrance level. Or do you not mess with those?

[Fragmaster01]

I do, much to your agony(or Sennesel's low strength). Silly armor and its weightiness.

[hobocommando]

There! Damn! I'm just kidding. Is that too much though?

[Caput]

Don't make characters while sleepy people. It can only lead to rolling d20+d8 as your attack roll. Also putting in the magic dc values for a variant rule we're not using.