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| Pre-Imbuing: Run of the mill nerd. I read a lot, hung out with my friends and discussed physics. Nothing really to unusual about my life. I came from J. Random New England Suburb, went to J. Random High school (I was very good in the sciences, I recieved one or two academic awards because of it), hung out on the internet. Sure I got beaten up a bit by the local trolodites but other than a black eye on spring and the time I lost the quiz bowl to Sandy Connors, a relitvely quiet life. I was accepted to J. Random top 50 college and decided to major in biology and chemistry- with unpredicatble results... |
| Pageturner618 a.k.a. Brian Snow |
| Imbuing: Five foot six, a hundred and thirty-five pounds, nearsighted as hell- and the Messangers choose me to hunt down nine foot things with teeth, old powerfull dead things with teeth, people who can blow things up with their mind (and have teeth) and other threats on the world, which may or may not have teeth, depending on the situation. Okay.... the world works in mysterious ways. I had gotten an internship for a chemical corporation, something. I ended up working as a lablackey for Phil, one of those baby geniuses who was like seventeen and thought he knew more about chemistry than I did. Basically, the whole affair just reeked of that 80's movie "Zapped"because we spent most of the time imersing ameobas in things and watching what happened. So anyway, I have to go down to the stock room to pick up items for "amoebas: phase seven". I show my pass, pick up my package and I'm about to sign out when, get this, I hear a voice in the back of my head that says "TAKE IT WITH YOU". I look in front of me and there's a bottle of silver in front of my face. I know its used for certain stains in biochem but man, I felt realy bad about it, but I poured some into a smaller bottle and slipped it into my lab coat pocket. If I was going insane, maybe I could cash in to help pay for my asylum stay. I don't know why I did it, I just did. Then before I knew it, I heard bells going off in the building. Crud. I thought maybe I was caught on camera or something, but these bells are for emergencies, fires, employees with guns, etc. I hear someone say something about some animals loose in the hallway or something.I hightail it out of there but in the hustle and bustle I got sort of, misplaced. I found myself in an empty coridor with the bells resonating in the hallway and I am scared out of my wits. But nothing could match what I saw next. This huge hulking nine foot furball with huge teeth and claws and its crashing down alley at high speed, jaws dripping with saliva, right in my direction. I panic, look for a door, one of those company golf carts, anything some way to get away. I knew if I went in a door now, it would follow. But the thing closes in on my and then everything finally clicks into place. I reach into my pocket and hurl it against the monster. I was lucky I chose glass as the vial smashes open and while comparitively, it was just a small amount of chemical, the beast screams, freaks out, and I am able to slide into another room and hide. When the bells end, I realize the monster has left evidence in its wake. There are a few hairs around and saliva. I scoop the hair and other orgaic matter into a pair of gloves. The results were inconclusive, as Phil sneezed into the petri dish by accident. He also disapeared a few days later and I couldn't help but notice a strange scar on his arm... So that's how I spent my summer vacation. Any questions? After that, I changed my name, packed my bags and moved somewhere else. I have no desire to be ripped into shreds by a wolf monster from planet mars. Unfortunately, the Messangers have diferent ideas. Damn. |
| Stats Nature: Pedagauge Demenor: Poltroon Creed: Visonary Age: 21 (perfect, just perfect....(sarcasm, if you can't tell)) Attributes: Strength 2 Charisma 2 Perception 3 Dexterity 3 Manipulation 2 Intelligence (dot-to-dot logic) 4 Stamina 3 Appearance 2 Wits 2 Abilties: Talents: Athletics 1 (I'm basicly a mouse potato but I was put through my paces in junior high by the local bully and developed a penchant for running, though I'm no trackstar), Dodge (best ability EVER) 2, Expression 1, Subterfuge 1 (oh no Mr. Monster, I was just passing through...) Skills: Drive (1989 volvo) 1, Demolitions (I know which chemicals will explode) 1, Firearms (well, I can point and shoot, the supersoaker is my specialty) 1, Security (computerized systems, picked this up in college) 1, Stealth 2, Technology 2, Knowledges: Academics (college, G+T) 3, Computers 2, Investigation 1, Enigmas 2, Occult (I read sci-fi as a kid) 1, Research 3, Science (chemistry, physics, biology,) 3, Virtues: Vision 2, Zeal 1 Edges: Forsee- (I don't use this much, but it lets me know if a book it out before I go to the library) Ward- (so I don't get eaten, very usefull) Backgrounds: Arsenal 1, Resources 1, Contacts 3 Conviction: 4 Willpower: 5 Merits and Flaws: bad sight -1 (corrected with glasses), nonconfrontational -1, concentration +1, common sense +2 |
| "Arsenal": pocket knife, pointy sticks (yeah, yeah, they're stakes...), lighter, my little "chemsitry kit" (hydrochloric (among other) acids, some experimental silver concentrate) and small squirt gun to use with it (course it's all decked out so the acid doesn't eat through it, but even the diluted stuff will hurt like a bitch), flamables (alcohol). I have some silver jewelery that I got cheap from a pawn shop as well. |
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