The Roach
Powers: The roaches are your worst enemies, and your only friends. Without them you can't even move, but they do let you do a few tricks.
- Balance: Your sense of balance is superb, you guess. You could mope along a tripwire without a problem; add 2 dice to all rolls associated with jumping, climbing and balance.
- Dispersion: This one is nasty for you, but it can save your life. If you spend a Willpower point (or if you are ever reduced to Incapacitated), the roaches leave your body in a flood. You can't move or talk or anything when this happens, but you can see what the colony sees, and direct its movement. For another Willpower point you can call the roaches back to you, which will heal you to Crippled, and move on. Unless your body is destroyed you aren't killed, so playing possum with this can be useful.
- Squeeze: Seeing as you're missing most of your internal organs, and your bones can all collapse, you can scrunch up kinda small. Real small actually. With a bit of effort, you can squeeze through a tunnel the size of a quarter. This requires a roll of Dexterity + Athletics (difficulty 6), and you'd better not screw up or you're stuck.
- Sticky Fingers: And hands, and feet. You can run/crawl/scuttle across walls as easily as the ground, if you take your shoes off. You only need to make rolls if you try to fight up there - Dexterity + Athletics, difficulty decided by the ST.
Taints: You're nuts. Plain and simple, though you wouldn't admit to it. Having the roaches literally inside your head has done you in. You also smoke too much, and have a horrible hacking cough. Which really isn't fair, cause you know that your lungs serve chiefly as a home for insects these days.
- Misomania: You hate everything. Others. Yourself. The roaches. And you let them know. All the time.
- Sadism: Your sole joy in existence is making other creatures suffer more than you do. It doesn't matter if it's human, animal, garou, spirit or fomor - if you get a chance, you'll make it hurt, as bad as you can.
Image: A bag of skin draped over a skeleton. Your skin slowly bulges as the roaches move beneath it, occasionally creeping out through the mouth or an ear to have a look about, and from other places. Eyes so sunken they look like pits. A short shock of white hair that needs a wash. You move like a cockroach; sudden, quick motions. You don't so much walk as scuttle. Good at lurking though. When you don't have to wear uniform it's all trenchcoats and hats; the better to hide myself, my dear. Never seen without a cigarette hanging from a cracked lip.
The Others:
- Cpt. Nedervitch - Loudmouthed fuckwit.
- Budd - Yeah, great. A retard as our boss if anything goes wrong.
- Toxic Boy - That guy is way too tough. Keep outta his way until we got to sacrifice him. And I don't even get to do that.
- Natalie - Uptight bitch. Like to see how much she leaps about if I sew her feet together.
- Mitch - The "weapons expert". If he even points one of his "specials" this way he's gonna get it back where the sun don't shine...
- Stare Girl - Look at me with them peepers and I'll have them girlie. Feed 'em to the roaches.
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