by Matthew Weaver-Uzelac
Mental
Cognition 2d12
Knowledge 2d6
Mien 2d6
Leadership 5d6
Overawe 3d6
Smarts 4d10
Scroungin' 3d10
Survival: Forest: 5d10
Spirit 2d6
Guts 2d6
Corporeal
Deftness 3d6
Bow 2d6
Nimbleness 1d8
Fightin': Knife/Spear: 5d8
Strength 2d10
Quickness 4d6
Vigor 3d8
Wind: 14
Pace: 8
Size: 7 (Brawny)
Edges
Brawny 3
Light Sleeper 1
Thick Skinned 3
Renown: Tribal Leader 1
Hindrances
Obligation: The tribe -5
Loyal -3
Personality: I found them the day after the bombs fell. They were all kindergartners out on a field trip. Their teacher died horribly, and they were alone, hungry and crying. I had been a drifter then, and I had always walked away from responsibility. I almost walked away that time, but then I looked at them again, and something inside of me broke. I told myself I would do anything to keep them safe. We took shelter in park, and learned how to hunt food and make bows. Their all almost grown now, a couple have kids on their own. The life of this tribe is too important for me to lend you my best tracker. He needs to collect game for winter, and Angie, my best warrior has to protect the rest of the tribe. I wont send any of my kids. I know that they are threatened by this thing, but it's too dangerous to send one of them...
I'll go in their place.
Quote: "These kids are my tribe."