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| Wendigo; One Cold Customer | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 5 2014, 06:22 AM (302 Views) | |
| Nuculer | Jan 5 2014, 06:22 AM Post #1 |
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Character Name: Wendigo Character Stats:The SPECIAL of your character. (All together this will add to 40.) Strength: 7 Perception: 7 Endurance: 9 Charisma: 4 Intelligence: 4 Agility: 5 Luck: 4 Character Race: Trog, the Van Buren variety. And to get even more specific, he's a Northern strain of Trog, ones that have 'adapted' to life out in the Tundra, hence the vision and the different colored hair. Wendigo insists that he's a "Space Cowboy", whatever that is. Approx. age: Mid 20s? Character Personality: Wendigo grew up surviving in a harsh, harsh world, and it's reflected in who he is as a person. The Tundra is one where the only thing you can trust are your own weaknesses. Your vision, your sense of warmth, your ability to navigate, all of these fail you at some point and time, and only the truly strong, the truly paranoid, and the true survivors are the ones who live past any certain point. Wendigo is a survivor. He's done it without relying on people, without talking to them, and he's certainly done it without trusting them, which is the only way to do it up there. He's concerned with himself, and with getting paid. He's only interested in the creature comforts that have comforted him thus far: Booze, smokes, the occasional woman if she isn't gonna slit his throat(Although those ones are fun too. If you dump 'em in the wild before they plan what they were hatching), and of course, lots of meat to survive off of. He's not one for pansy intellectual pursuits. He's never stopped to read a terminal or a book in his life(In fact, he can't. See below), and that probably reflects as well. Far enough up north, you don't bathe often, because if you take your clothes off, or even get your hair damp? That's death. Rest assured, he's not really used to the concepts of personal hygiene, not even the no doubt liberal ones taken by some of the Wasteland inhabitants. He comes from a place where mercy and compassion get you robbed and murdered for your clothing, and a child crying for help is either bait, or a soon-to-be food source for something much bigger than you. And either way, it's best to give the little shit a wide berth. Or a backhand. Wendigo is quick to anger, and quick to offer his big meaty fists as a viable solution to all of life's problems. His life's problems, anyway. And at the end of the day, that's the only one that matters. Character Appearance: Big guy, nearly 6'8(203 cm for all you goofy nerds in Europe) and 300 pounds(114 kg) of lean muscle. He's built a bit like an ape, in that the length of his arms is impressive, and he looks to be more active than a body builder. Definite bulk, but it's all aimed at part of his body that he uses rather than whatever makes him 'look good', whatever the hell that means. There is no way this guy isn't going to catch attention. His hair is jet black, and comes down to his shoulders, looking unwashed and partially dreadlocked, and he's got a very impressive set of badass sideburns that link into a thick handlebar mustache, with his chin being unshaven, with black stubble being apparent. And that stubble really stands out against his ivory albino skin. Yeah, this guy's white. He's whiter than pale, he's paler than milk thrown in a Norwegian's face. Holy shit, where did this guy come from, the North Pole or something? He must have, there's no other way to explain just how white this guy is. somewhere between volcanic ash, ivory, and white marble, which truly stands out considering his preference for black clothing. When he can find it out here, that is. Sometimes he gets lucky. There are tattoos all over his body. A whole sleeve of ink on his left arm, and a bunch of various images and words over his right arm, accumulated over the years. There's also a tattoo of a heart and a black ribcage over his chest, all pretty badass for a guy who can't even see them. There's also, what look like black diamond, almost Raccoon-like markings over his eyes, but more sharp and sinister looking. His actual face has a sharp pointed nose, with a sharp pointed chin as well, with him looking almost like an old Mexican Bandito, not that anyone would know what those are anymore. Finally, his eyes are also unusual, being blood-red, with black dot-like pupils. They barely expand. His actual clothing is haphazard and thrown together piecemeal, like anyone else out here in the Wastes. Faded, ripped jeans adorn his massive legs, holes at the knees and tears at the thighs. Around his crotch on the outside of the jeans, is a codpiece looking like it was warped, melted and made from various hubcaps, while from the tops of the knees down he's wearing a big, thick black pair of motorcycle boots, in pretty damn good condition for being found out here. Up top he wears some random white shirt, a short-sleeved T, while around his shoulders he wears a dark brown trenchcoat, looking like it would sweep down to the ankles of a normal sized person, it ends at say the tops of his calves, and the sleeves are ripped, pulled and folded in order to fit around the middle of his beefy tattooed forearms. His hands themselves are covered by fingerless black gloves, and his nails are black. Is that nail polish? Where the hell does- wait, no, they seem to just be black naturally. Also, random note: His hands are massive. Up top, on his head is one of those cowboy hats with the sides bent and folded upward. You know, the kinds that the Australians wear? Yeah, those. Around his neck, sometimes worn over his eyes, are a black pair of welding goggles, mainly so he doesn't go blind in the daytime, or during sandstorms or the like. Finally, slung across his back, with a homemade 'sheath' he cut into the trench itself, is essentially a wooden axe handle minus the ax part, something mean and brutal to bash someone's brains out with. And slung in a holster at his side is a giant, oversized monstrosity, something that could be called a revolver. It actually looks like it's made from engine cylinders and other auto parts, all mismatched and made of rusted steel and different kinds of iron and copper and bronze, one would wonder if it can even fire. (It can.) What, you cheaters still can't picture all that? After all that work I put in? Ok, fine, he looks a lot like this guy: ![]() Ya got me dead bang, Officer Albrecht, happy now? Starting equipment: Baseball bat, rudimentary revolver(ammo 7), and duster coat. Noncombat stuff: Radroach meat, enough for 2 weeks. Molerat meat, enough for 1 week. Gecko meat, enough for 1 week. Lifetime supply of beer and whiskey, enough for 1 week. 1 severed arm with a busted wrist-radio attached, good for listening to local stations. 1 duffel bag, to carry all this crap in. Character story: !!!WARNING!!! I'm currently redoing his history. This is all mostly old, from when he wasn't a Trog. Canada. Such a quiet, polite little country, sitting right on top of a powerful juggernaut, being it's next door neighbor and watching as that neighbor grabs more and more power, and turns more and more concerned over the spread of Communism. Being considered "America Junior" for so long, did anyone think that the Maple Leaf wouldn't dabble in programs and procedures just like it's neighbor? That it wouldn't develop anything similar to the US-backed FEV project? That it wouldn't hold these experiments in secret, and that these experiments wouldn't be dropped and mostly forgotten when the Nukes basically skull-fucked mother earth? Wendigo didn't know. Hell, Wendigo didn't know much of anything, all he knew, is waking up in a glass tube, greeted by robotic arms that were carrying out a mission long abandoned. If he was a curious sort, he could have bothered to find out why he was a success while others before him were failures, why he kept drawing air into his lungs while the other past batches sputtered and died, but he didn't have time for any of that. He was a little too busy trying to walk without falling, trying to crawl without passing out on the ground, and trying to communicate with the world beyond screams and grunts while he was slowly, patiently taught language by cold emotionless robots. His first official act, months later when his muscles were finally developed and he could finally walk and move without constant support from his robotic 'parents', was to destroy his robotic parents. Mainly, because they kept speaking in those monotone voices, and being "born" only a few months before hitting puberty, he had a lot of testosterone and newly-found aggression to work out of his system. After smashing the place up good and grabbing a few months worth of synthesized "red meat" product, the nameless ivory skinned youth was out into the big wide world. What a mistake that was! But, y'know that? He adapted, adapted pretty quick. He took food and hunted game wherever he could get it(lots of Big Beevs around, dangerous little bastards but worth the challenge for the food and pelts alone), he eventually took his name from one of the big scary monsters, stalking the frozen countryside with those mammoth antlers of theirs. Yes, Wendigo finally 'baptized' himself after slowly teaching himself the ways of the world he was thrust into, developing quite a name for himself as the white-skinned piece of tribal trash, that took for himself and made life a living nightmare for traders for many, many, many years until everyone got organized and decided to hunt that bastard down. And that is why Wendigo has slowly been making his way down south, dodging or stomping bastards that want him dead, until he has finally arrived far down enough that nobody knows him. He hopes nobody knows him, anyway, not yet. Just wait 'till he starts having himself some fun, though. Character strengths and weaknesses: Strengths: + Iron Stomach (Wendigo can eat weeks old food, he can eat carcasses that were lying, baking in the sun, he can eat irradiated freaks like Mutants, ghouls and rad scorpions. He can eat meat raw, or he can eat it cooked so long that it's charred and black, and suffers minimally for it, if he suffers at all. Usually he doesn't.) + Hunter Senses (Those freakish red eyes of Wendigo's can see in the dark quite easily, and can faintly see 'heat' the way we might see steam rising from a burning corpse. He also has a keen sense of smell, enough to follow a scent that's, maybe, half a town away. He couldn't track a scent across the Wasteland, however, not unless that particular smell was so personally foul and unique that it stuck out like a sore thumb.) + Tundra Tough (You can't survive up there without being a tough SOB. He can soak up much non-lethal damage a bit better than your average Wasteland creep down here, and though it'll probably never come up, he can survive in winter and extreme cold as if he were built to.) + People Reading (Wendigo trusts nobody, except himself, and even then, he only trusts what an untrustworthy piece of shit he can be. It isn't difficult to talk over Wendigo's head, but you can't bullshit a bullshitter. And if he sits in a bar, just watching you, it's safe to say that he can usually learn quite a lot about you just by studying your body language, and hearing the way you speak, and what words you choose, crap like that. He doesn't even realize he's doing any of this, it's just something he does instinctively.) Weaknesses: - Meat Diet (They don't get a lot of vegetables up there in the Tundra, so any "food" that isn't meat is pretty much like ingesting poison for him. It probably won't kill him, far from it, but he's going to feel sick and nauseous until he vomits it up, and that won't do him any favors, either. In addition, he also eats a lot more than the average dweeb.) - Senses Problems (Yeah, those eyes of Wendigo's are useful, except they come with some prices. The biggest and most obvious problems, is that he just can't see certain things. Writing on paper he can barely make out, and with computer screens, since words and canvas are on the same level, he can't read them at all. Which means, stop signs, warning labels on doors, all of that is just radio ga ga to him unless the words are engraved or indented somehow, or unless he has someone with him that can, you know...read. Another disadvantage hits everything, in that sudden bright lights, or sudden loud noises, things of that nature are disruptive. So, a flashbang in a normal person's face might drop them for a few moments, but he's gonna be down almost five minutes, and he's still not going to be fully recovered after that. And I don't know if this even exists, but any kind of weaponized noxious fumes, like a skunk spray or something? That's gonna have him on his knees.) - Heat Exertion (The strange nature of the experimentation done on Wendigo has caused him not to sweat, but rather pant like a dog. This, and the incredible body heat his body generates makes the extreme heat of the South a bit of a hurdle for him. And by hurdle, I mean, an adversary far more deadly than any Deathclaw. If there's traveling to be done, he does as much of it as possible at night, he keeps bundled up tightly during the day, and he also stays indoors wherever possible. Old abandoned pre-war buildings and houses, bars and settlements, even a Raider's den is a far more appealing prospect the closer the day gets to looming. And if by some cruel twist of fate he does find himself having to travel during the day, he's not gonna do much more than walk if he wants to keep from passing out, and possibly dying. And he's gonna go through water and food like it's nobody's business.) - A Smoker (Wendigo does love his tobacco. That isn't great for his long term health and fitness. He's also not the type to try and go cold turkey, even if he ever wanted to. Which he doesn't.) Do you have any ideas for strengths or flaws? Let me know, I love collaborative horseshit like that. Up to three Traits: Heavy Handed, Sex Appeal and Focus |
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WENDIGO, albino and antagonistic. Complete jackass. S: 7 P: 7 E: 9 C: 4 I: 4 A: 5 L: 4 | |
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| Cewebwalz | Jan 19 2014, 07:51 PM Post #2 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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I usually throw out some light critique before the approval, however we left you waiting, so happy birthday mi amigo! (I just want to say that this is really unique and although it has some questionable content I love it all the same, good luck!) You pass! This topic is going to be moved to the database. There you will be expected to keep track of your character as their status changes due to injuries, new equipment, different appearances ect. This is also a great place to keep track of missions he's been on which will help other people find the stories he's been in easily. This topic is also a great to talk about your character and the direction you want to take him with other people. You are encouraged to place your character stats and info in your signature like I have and most of the members here have done as well. Browse through a few users signatures to get the idea of what to do. |
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