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Dungeons and (Krayt) Dragons, Star Wars: The Price of Freedom

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Dungeons and (Krayt) Dragons, Star Wars: The Price of Freedom

Ah, alright! Thanks for clearing that up friend.

Dungeons and (Krayt) Dragons, Star Wars: The Price of Freedom

Cool sheet Dervish. Question though: does your character's mechanical knowledge stop at droids or can he also work on the ship's engine and stuff?

Baybridge: Halcyon Days [Superpowers/Semi-Sandbox]

There's something oddly pleasing about metahumans beating the shit out of giant cronenberg abominations.

Baybridge: Halcyon Days [Superpowers/Semi-Sandbox]

SHould I make an NPC sheet for Taylor's bodyguard?

EDIT: I made an NPC sheet for Taylor's bodyguard.

Bernard Durand

| 41 | Bernard Durand | Male |

Description:
Taylor Pierpoint’s head of security and personal bodyguard, Bernard is a massive man. 6’9” and nearly 400 pounds, he is a real “tree” of a man. Bernard’s body is made entirely of wood which seems to have a polished finish. He is incredibly muscular to the point where he seems to burst out of whatever clothing he wears. He has a large, square head with a big, flat nose and a square jaw. He has large ears and hair cut in a military-style flat-top. Bernard’s hair is green and made of what appears to be grass. Personality-wise, Bernard is stoic, tough as nails, and incredibly cautious. He has a lot of attachment to his charge, Ms. Pierpoint, as she helped him out of a very tight spot by giving him his current job. Bernard wears a black suit with a white shirt and a forest green tie.

Power:

Underneath the Sycamore: Bernard is made of wood. His entire body, including his skin, vascular system, bones, and muscles, are all made of plant fiber, making them extremely tough. Bernard is very durable because of this and has extreme strength (he’s capable of lifting about 1500 pounds). Bernard’s blood is thick and viscous like tree sap, and dries quickly on contact with air, reducing blood loss. Bernard can still be damaged, however, and his organs take damage as if they were human organs (ie he doesn't have the "I'm not made of human stuff so stabbing me in the chest won't hurt me" thing going on). Bernard also needs to regularly sunbathe or his fibrous body will dry up, restricting his movement. If he stays out of the sun for too long, Bernard will grow extremely ill and will exhibit symptoms of starvation. In this state, Bernard's skin becomes pale and cracked, and his hair turns yellowish-white.

Dungeons and (Krayt) Dragons, Star Wars: The Price of Freedom

We seem to be getting a lot of the basics covered (Pilot, copilot, engineer, medic).

Baybridge: Halcyon Days [Superpowers/Semi-Sandbox]

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Orchestra Mall, Courtbridge

Taylor entered the mall about five minutes before Happiness went berserk. She entered in the middle of three men clothed in black suits. They were about as suspicious as you'd expect; standing rigidly upright with their gorilla-like chests puffed out and their fists clenched at their sides. Taylor walked over to a Starbucks just above the mall food court, heads turning as the metal woman passed, and nodded to the head guard, the one who stood at her left. The other two guards dispersed themselves into the crowd, looking for the Valos. The head guard (whose name was Bernard) followed her into the coffee shop. Unlike the other three, who looked human, Bernard had skin made of polished wood and what looked like grass for hair. He stood at least seven feet tall.

Taylor ordered a macchiato and sat down at a small silver table just outside the restaurant. As she sipped her drink, wishing she were in Italy where the coffee was real, she pulled out her phone and sent a text to Johnny:

"Here, at the Starbucks. Second Story." Several people were stopped staring at Taylor. She looked up at them, looking them straight in the eyes, and tapped on the table with her metal fingernails. The resulting "ping!" startled them enough to run off somewhere else.

"Putain de batards regardent," Taylor said to Bernard. (Fucking staring bastards)

"Je suis desole, mademoiselle," Bernard said. "Que puis-je faire pour vous faire sentir mieux?" (I am sorry, madam. What can I do to help you feel better?)

"On ne peut rien y faire," she replied. "Ils ne nous comprendront jamais." (It cannot be helped. They will never understand us.)

Crucifixion by Juno Reactor

It was about then that Taylor heard screams come from down the hall. From down below, a massive, bulbous creature jumped onto the second-story balcony. It was ten feet tall, white as a sheet with enormous fleshy tumors covering its body. One of its arms was long and muscular, like a gorilla's, and the other was shriveled and diminutive. It had one enormous, bloodshot eye and a sharp beak like an octopus. The beast attempted to struggle to its feet, obviously not accustomed to its own body, and let out a gurgling roar that was more akin to a violent belch. Desperately, it swung its enormous arm about and swatted a teenaged girl off of the balcony, into the food court below. Before the creature could figure out how to stand, Bernard pulled his gun, a Sig Sauer P320, out of his breast pocket and unloaded half the clip into the creature. Taylor jumped to her feet and backed up against the wall, aghast at the hulking creature. Bernard's bullets ripped through it like scissors through paper, and the creature collapsed to the ground, half-heartedly belching as its eye rolled back.

"Mademoiselle! Alons-y!" Bernard yelled, grabbing her by the arm. Taylor followed him around the corner and they sprinted for the door. Another one of the monsters stood in their way. It was long and hideous, covered in arms that all grasped at the air and floor all around it. Its head was taken up by a massive piglike nose. When they came close to it, the beast turned towards them and squealed like a pig. They turned back and ran towards the center of the mall, the creature in hot pursuit. Bernard shot at the creature and hit one of its arms, but it hardly flinched.

As they rounded the corner and passed the beast Bernard had killed only minutes before, Taylor saw another member of her security detail running as fast as he could towards them. Just before he reached them, a third beast exploded from an alleyway and shoved him to the ground. This one was blood red, with dozens of eyes on its head and a body skeletally thin. White tumours stuck out from its sinewy muscles. Its enormous jaws tore into the security guard's shoulder, ripping out a chunk. Taylor screamed and Bernard shot at the creature. He hit it in one of its eyes and it made a hideous croaking noise, like a frog. The pig-nose creature rounded the corner and charged at Bernard on its many arms. He opened fire on it, hitting it twice in the nose and on several of its arms. As the bullet struck the creature's nose, it flinched like it was stunned and rolled into a ball. Then it bounced itself off of the balcony and crashed into the food court.

The eyeball creature ripped at the security guard's flesh despite its injury, eating him alive. Bernard shot at it more, striking it twice on the head and once on the chest. A fourth bullet missed and cracked the linoleum floor. Wounded but not dead, the creature grabbed the security guard with its teeth and ran off. Bernard charged after it, his muscles supernaturally bulging as he ran. Before he could reach Eyeball, yet another creature slunk from out of the alley and attacked Bernard. This one was green and slimy, with one giant arm exploding out of the top of its body that had needlelike quills on its fingertips. Bernard's gun flew out of his hands and fell over the balcony as the creature pinned him to the floor. It roared in his face, its slimy tendrils pinning him to the floor. Saliva dripped from the hole in its head that counted as a mouth. Teeth shot out from the sides of its mouth like a lioness' claws.

All of a sudden, the creature screeched as it felt its whole body go airborne. Taylor crashed into it full-force, her weight and muscle comparable to that of a small car. She tumbled to the floor, the gelatinous beast in her arms. It writhed with impressive strength; it's slimy tentacles lunged at Taylor's arms with all their might, but they couldn't get a grip on her metallic skin. She rolled to her feet and threw the creature full force through the window of a shop. Shard of glass rained down as it fell through the shop front, cutting it to ribbons. Taylor jumped through the window after it, landing on its back with a powerful stomp. It squealed and writhed away, knocking Taylor back. Before it could lunge again, she landed a kick right to its jaws and, spinning on her other heel, jumped back through the shattered window. The creature slunk after her, leaving a trail of blood in its wake. Before it could attack again, Bernard ran up and kicked it as hard as he could. The creature's ribs cracked as the steel toe of Bernard's shoe collided with it. It struck with its enormous clawed hand. Taylor jumped in the way and blocked the attack. Its pointed claws turned to splinters on her metal arm. It punched at her and was once again deflected. Taylor swung an open hand at the monster. Her fingernails caught it just under its wrist and slit its arm wide open. Blood poured over the creature's head. It curled into a ball and hissed. From behind Bernard and Taylor, the wounded guard fired a shot and hit the creature in the chest. It screeched in pain and fell to the floor, writhing.

Taylor and Bernard ran back over to where the wounded guard was laying. He looked like he was in a poor position; blood spilled across the floor from his gaping shoulder wound. Just as Taylor reached for him, the floor shook. The linoleum exploded into dust as Pignose returned to the battle. Its enormous mouth, which was concealed under its pig nose, chomped down on the wounded guard, tearing him in half. Taylor screamed and fell backwards. Bernard ran towards it and punched at its writhing body. One of the hands caught his fist and clenched hard. He shouted in pain and stumbled back, his hand broken. Pignose chewed the guard up, leaving nothing but a few chunks of meat, and then turned towards Taylor. With no escape, Taylor struggled to her feet and, arms out, charged at Pignose.

Taylor collided with Pignose's nose and dug her claws into the sides of its head. Her weight made it recoil quite a bit, but its arms grasped the linoleum tight enough to shatter it and kept the creature from going flying. The much heavier Pignose reared its head, bringing Taylor up into the air with it, and then leapt through the air nose-first, crashing Taylor into the floor. The tile cracked beneath her as she was driven into the ground. She let go, the wind knocked out of her, and tried to crawl away, but the creature caught her with its many crushing hands. It squeezed as tightly as it could, denting the metal on Taylor's forearm. Then it squealed and lunged at her, mouth wide open.

Suddenly, a bullet rung out of nowhere and hit the creature square in the center of mass, followed by two more shots that pierced the beast's head.

A twirling gun smoked as Johnny walked up, followed by the Valos siblings.

"... Why the hell can't we go anywhere without a monster going on a rampage?" Johnny asked as he walked up. "Like seriously, the fuck is going on in this city?"

He turned to Taylor, before he said,

"Oh yeah," Johnny softly said. "Hi."

The massive beast twitched, curled into a fetal position, and stumbled through the glass railing around the balcony. It crushed a table down below and lay still. Heaving for breath, Taylor rolled over to see Johnny looking down at her smugly.

"Perfect...fucking timing," she said. "I thought that one...had me." Bernard walked over and helped her to her feet. His broken hand leaked saplike blood. Taylor grasped what was left of the railing and caught her breath.

"Not that it could do anything to ya'," Johnny shrugged. "Y'know, being made out of metal."

"I'm not indestructible," she gasped. "Never was." She looked down at her right forearm; the creature's supernatural grip had dented it slightly, and it hurt like a bitch. She figured it would be better in a day or so.

"I'm not indestructible either!" Johnny said. "Just skilled."

"Let's get out of here," Gabe said, with one hand on her hip, and the other hanging... glowing with a red light. "Let RAVEN handle whatever the hell is going on here, I ain't got a clue."

"Agreed." Jake said.

Taylor stood up and looked across the mall. Absolute chaos was reigning supreme. Down below, people ran fast as they could, shoving over tables and pushing each other to the floor to get to the doors. Taylor looked down at her hands; they were stained red and little pieces of flesh were stuck under her fingernails. She closed her eyes and clenched her fists. She hadn't even known that guard's name; it was his first day on the job and she hadn't talked to him yet. Now he was dead.

"Why," Taylor shouted, regaining her breath. "Why does utter carnage seem to follow you people at every step!?"

While Taylor was emotional... the Valos were indifferent. They all just shrugged.

"I dunno." Johnny said.

"Guess we're just a magnet for it.." Jake said.

"I've thought this was... normal," Jaska awkwardly answered as he played with his claws.

"I've been asking the same question for years now," Gabe answered. "The universe must have a hard on for us."

"At least you can handle yourselves," Taylor said. "Let's get the fuck out of here. Bernard, ou est Clemont?"

As if to answer, Clemont came busting down the corridor towards the group of metas. He was horribly disfigured, with paper white skin and black pustules oozing with slime. His left arm was massive and took the shape of an elephant trunk. A single moth wing stuck out of his right shoulder. What was left of his suit still clung to his flailing body.

"Fuck," Taylor said. "Why him?"

Johnny quickly slid in and said, "... Your friend there is looking a little sick. Does he get health benefits?"

Gabe loudly sighed as she pointed both hands at him, and they glew a blood red color that nearly seared their eyeballs as it was so bright. "... I got this."

She fired a large laser beam at the man, and it cut through the air and hit him in his center of mass. He loudly cried in pain, as his pale white skin burned. He fell backwards, and Gabe stopped the onslaught... only to hiss in pain herself.

"Jesus Christ, where's a fountain!?" Gabe damn near shouted as she hopped up and down. Her hands were smoking.

Jaska pointed down the lane, and Gabe ran down the hall, and jammed both hands into the fountain. Steam came out as she sighed in relief... only to see an eyeball float past it. "... Oh."

"Well, I don't think health insurance is going to save him now," Taylor muttered. She felt bad for making a joke of the death. "I have two more men stationed outside. They should keep these things from following us. Where are you parked?"

"Oh, out front," Johnny pointed towards the front door.

"Alright, we should be close by," she said. "Are you still driving that ungodly hummer?"

"You bet your shiny metal ass I am," Johnny said. "I go everywhere in style."

"Christ, so flamboyant," Taylor said. "I'll just go with you. My detail can get Bernard to the hospital."

"I'm fine, mademoi-"

"Not hearing it," Taylor said. "You need medical attention." Before he could fight back, she stared at him steely-eyed and he backed down.

"...fine. Please call me when I am needed again," Bernard replied. He began to walk towards the exit of the mall, and Taylor followed.

"Alons-y," she said. "Let's go before another monster shows up."

Baybridge: Halcyon Days [Superpowers/Semi-Sandbox]

Taylor Pierpoint

Basic Information

Name:

Taylor Pierpoint

Nickname/Alias/Etc:

Ms. Pierpoint, La Femme Argent

Gender:

Female

Age:

28

Height:

5’10”

Weight:

300 lbs

Home District:

Prince Ed Field

Appearance

Hair Color:

Metallic silver

Eye Color:

Blue

Ethnicity:

French, but her skin is silver

Physical Appearance:

Taylor has a dancer’s body, long with wide shoulders and a posture that reminds everyone else that they are l’inferieur. She has long, toned legs, hips of medium width, and long graceful arms. The most obvious thing that people see when they look at Taylor, however, is the fact that she’s completely silver. I don’t mean “she took weird drugs and now she’s a greyish color”. No, Taylor’s body is entirely metallic silver, Silver Surfer style. It glimmers in the sunlight like metal and is both smooth and cold to the touch. Her nails are also naturally metallic, and come to a slight point.
Taylor has a long, thin neck. Her face is heart-shaped, with a chin that seems to come to a point. Her lips are lump and naturally also silver, though they feel much softer. She has a small, slightly upturned nose. Her eyes are narrow-set and almond-shaped. They aren’t metallic like the rest of her, white with pretty blue irises. Her hair is cut in a bob and is also metallic silver, though it acts like normal hair. Taylor has a very good complexion (she can actually get acne and stuff, but she had developed a special cream that could clean her metal skin). Taylor has a medium-pitched voice and a French accent.

Attire:

It varies. Taylor has an extensive wardrobe of designer clothes. Unless it is something she really likes, you won’t ever see her wear the same thing twice. The only piece of clothing she regularly wears are a set of three-inch heels which match her skin in color and luster perfectly. She usually wears a blouse or sweater of some sort with long pants or shorts when it’s very hot. She only wears dresses or skirts to formal events, at which she is nearly guaranteed to upstage everyone else in terms of fashion.

Personality

Innate & Outward Personality:

Taylor is the ultimate femme fatale. She’s ambitious, mentally tough, and persistent enough to do whatever it takes to reach her goal. Taylor is incredibly self-centered, and looks down on most other people, especially normal humans. As a metahuman with an outer expression of her power, Taylor has become very sensitive to anti-meta criticism and has strong prejudices against normal humans. She’s easily offended, but has the sense to keep a clear head, as breaking her cool disposition would be a sign of weakness.

Taylor has a bad habit of becoming overly-attached to people, especially those who she has romantic relationships with. Despite her toughness and usual willingness to put herself before others, she has a very hard time saying no to people who she’s romantically involved with, or those who are very good friends. She feels like saying no to them would make them think she isn’t reliable, and as such will do whatever she can to do whatever she can for them. This is a habit that has gotten Taylor into very bad places, and she has tried to fight the tendency as of late. Taylor has a lot of compassion for people with powers, especially those with outward manifestations.

Hobbies/Interests:

Taylor spends most of her time working. She runs a designer perfume and makeup company called L’Argent which specializes in helping metahuman women with outward mutations feel beautiful. It is very well-known and has stores across the world, though most are concentrated in cities with high metahuman populations. The company exclusively hires metahumans with outward mutations. When Taylor isn’t working, she enjoys aquariums a lot, and maintains several large ones in her home in France, both fresh and saltwater. She has a particularly large one in her living room which contains a live coral reef and sharks (rich people just have too much money). Taylor also takes classes in self-defense, and enjoys exercising.

Skills/Talents:

Taylor has *some* degree of physical fighting knowledge, having trained for a few years in self-defense. She’s not karate master and a trained fighter can most of the time take her down (if you don’t count the significant advantages her powers give her).

Goals/Motivation

Taylor’s goal in life is to make people with powers feel better about themselves. Right now, however, her goal is to find the Founding Family and get revenge for what they did to her.

History/Bio:

Born in France to an ancient, wealthy family, Taylor was guaranteed a pretty leisurely life. Her father was a metahuman, and was delighted when her powers manifested at a young age. Unlike her father, Taylor had an outward manifested power in her metal skin. When she was young, before her muscle mass grew in, Taylor had a lot of problems with her power, and had to wear braces in order to move around. These made her even more obviously mutated, and by age nine she was pulled out of school. She received private tutoring until she was fourteen, at which time her mother’s American heritage allowed her to go to Academy 218 in Alaska.

While at 218, Taylor met some of her best friends. She met Carole Elias, a water manipulator who was the daughter of a wealthy country club owner, as well as the Valos family. Through the Valos, Taylor became romantically involved with Johnny Valos. Their relationship lasted most of the time that Johnny was at the school, and after he was expelled they broke up. This wasn’t the end of Johnny’s meddling in Taylor’s life however.

When Taylor turned twenty-two, her father died of a heart attack. Heir to his fortune, Taylor inherited six hundred million dollars. While Taylor did not inherit her father’s perfume business, she did strike a business deal with the new CEO and, using some of her own money as well, opened L’Argent. She was inspired to do this after using her own expertise (she has a chemistry degree from Mendel University) to create a topical cream that cured her metal skin of acne.

Taylor decided to use her fortune for the purpose of metahuman philanthropy. She donated to many metahuman support groups around the world, including DOVE, and helped organize rallies to push countries to accept metahumans. She became famous for funding a massive protest in Bulgaria which pushed the prime minister to allow metahumans to be citizens. There was a dark side to Taylor’s philanthropy, however. She gave Johnny some money for his vigilante work, for example, partially funding his shredding through the crime of New Orleans. Shortly after that, she was approached by a European group of metahumans who wanted her to help them fund a new kind of metahuman rights group. She joined their group and was quickly indoctrinated into their ways of genetic purity.

This group was known as The Founding Family. At first, Taylor agreed with their ideology of genetic purity, mostly ignoring that she herself was defined as imperfect by them. The Family began to creep her out the farther into it she got, though, and she began to become worried that they were more than a metahuman support group. Then one day, Taylor was approached by the french DGMHS, basically French RAVEN, and was told that she was being investigated for terror funding (Taylor donated roughly twenty million dollars to the FF shortly after joining, in order to buy them lobbyists). Having now put all of the pieces together, Taylor decided to cooperate with DGMHS and help bring the Family down. She leaked the named of every FF member in France, allowing the DGMHS to arrest several important FF members. Then she moved to a new home in the French countryside, hoping to keep her head down long enough for things to blow over. The FF fell shortly after that (Taylor had basically nothing to do with that) and Taylor decided to return to a somewhat normal life.

Taylor thought this was all over until about nine months ago, when Taylor’s boyfriend Jean was murdered by a Metahuman. A few weeks later, Taylor’s home in Paris was raided by masked men, who smashed her home up, killed her butler, and shot Taylor in the back. Thanks to her skin, Taylor didn’t die, but she was severely wounded and had organ damage. Since then, four separate attempts have been made on Taylor’s life. None have done more than bruise her, but the last attempt nearly pierced her skin, making Taylor very concerned for her safety. Now she is out to find the rest of the FF and put them away before one of their attempts on her life succeeds.

Relationships

Family:

Dynamics: (Relations with other characters - You don't have to put relation with family here.)

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| {Impression (Good/Bad/Neutral} | {Relationship (Friend, Rival, Crush, etc)} | "Quote Here." |

[Description of Relationship]

Abilities

Power Class:

Super System (Biological)

Power:

BULLETPROOF - La Roux

BULLETRPOOF: Taylor’s skin is entirely composed of a metal alloy. The alloy hasn’t officially been tested, but from its properties it can be assumed to be an alloy of titanium, silver, and aluminium. This gives Taylor several advantages against a regular human, most obviously extreme durability. Taylor’s skin is very resistant to physical damage. Knives do almost nothing to her and bullets (with the exception of very high caliber bullets) do minimal damage, not piercing her skin. Additionally, Taylor’s skin conducts heat and electricity. Because the skin surrounds her entire body, it can conduct these things around her, and, as long as she’s touching the ground, deflect them, making Taylor mostly immune to damage due to electricity or heat. This has a limit, of course, and enough heat will break through the metal and damage Taylor. The silver and aluminium in Taylor’s skin makes her resistant to corrosion as well, meaning that acidic chemicals cannot burn Taylor.

In order to be able to move her metal skin, Taylor possesses supernatural strength. Though not inhumanly strong, Taylor can lift about five hundred pounds, making her extremely strong. Her skin is usually under a few millimeters thick, but her nails are extra-thick metal, giving her claws that can be used to attack enemies. While not as ideal as claws made of steel, Taylor’s claws can certainly get the job done in cutting up flesh.

Limits:

The conductivity of Taylor’s skin is high because it is metal, but it isn’t as high as many other metals. This basically means that while Taylor can deflect heat and electricity, there is a hard limit to how much she can deflect. Above about four hundred degrees, Taylor’s skin will begin to heat up, burning Taylor.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

Taylor’s skin is only bulletproof in theory. In practice, the damage Taylor takes from attacks is reduced, not eliminated. Like all mammals, Taylor has an enclosed circulatory system and, as such, can bleed internally. When Taylor’s skin is struck with a high-velocity object like a bullet, oftentimes her skin will dent. This is essentially the same thing as a bruise for Taylor, and it causes her a lot of pain as well as restriction of motion (because her skin is literally sticking into her now). Taylor’s skin can heal of dents over time, but it takes a day or two to heal up, rendering her temporarily damaged. The spot of the impact matters as well. While a dent on Taylor’s shoulder would be painful but nonlethal, hitting her in the chest enough with a powerful bullet will leave a dent massive enough to cause Taylor organ damage, severely damaging her. Hits to Taylor’s head can concuss her as well, knocking her out or doing brain damage.
Additionally, while Taylor is strong, metal skin is very heavy. Taylor’s strength allows her to move her skin, but the weight of it restricts her motion and gives her low agility and endurance.

Other:

NPC: Bernard Durand

| 41 | Bernard Durand | Male |

Description:
Taylor Pierpoint’s head of security and personal bodyguard, Bernard is a massive man. 6’9” and nearly 400 pounds, he is a real “tree” of a man. Bernard’s body is made entirely of wood which seems to have a polished finish. He is incredibly muscular to the point where he seems to burst out of whatever clothing he wears. He has a large, square head with a big, flat nose and a square jaw. He has large ears and hair cut in a military-style flat-top. Bernard’s hair is green and made of what appears to be grass. Personality-wise, Bernard is stoic, tough as nails, and incredibly cautious. He has a lot of attachment to his charge, Ms. Pierpoint, as she helped him out of a very tight spot by giving him his current job. Bernard wears a black suit with a white shirt and a forest green tie.

Power:

Underneath the Sycamore: Bernard is made of wood. His entire body, including his skin, vascular system, bones, and muscles, are all made of plant fiber, making them extremely tough. Bernard is very durable because of this and has extreme strength (he’s capable of lifting about 1500 pounds). Bernard’s blood is thick and viscous like tree sap, and dries quickly on contact with air, reducing blood loss. Bernard can still be damaged, however, and his organs take damage as if they were human organs (ie he doesn't have the "I'm not made of human stuff so stabbing me in the chest won't hurt me" thing going on). Bernard also needs to regularly sunbathe or his fibrous body will dry up, restricting his movement. If he stays out of the sun for too long, Bernard will grow extremely ill and will exhibit symptoms of starvation. In this state, Bernard's skin becomes pale and cracked, and his hair turns yellowish-white.

Dungeons and (Krayt) Dragons, Star Wars: The Price of Freedom

Baarsuth

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Profile

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Name: Baarsuth
Race: Trandoshan
Gender: Male
Age: 36
Character Type: Expert - Pilot

Appearance:

Baarsuth is a Trandoshan, a reptilian species from the Kashyyyk system in the Middle Galactic Rim. They are a predatory race, known for their cultural enjoyment of hunting. Baarsuth is about average height for a Trandoshan, about 6’5”, and weighs 230 lbs. Years of sitting in a cockpit for days at a time has made him a little overweight, and he has a bit of a pot belly showing. His scales are a reddish brown color, and are a lighter brown on his stomach and chest. He has a few scars on his body, primarily a very large one on his stomach, one on his right thigh, and one on his upper back. His eyes are a reddish orange. They are far-spaced on his face and are almond-shaped, tapering down a bit towards his reptilian nose. He doesn’t have eyebrows, but two bony plates above his eyes make him generally look cross.

Baarsuth wears a light grey short-sleeved shirt with a black half-vest. The half-vest is blaster-resistant, protecting his vital organs from light blaster damage. He wears an orange collar-like object which is attached to his vest. This is a universal translator, translating what people say to Baarsuth into his native T’doshok tongue and transmitting to other translation objects to change his speech to their language. He wears a light brown canvas belt around his waist. Baarsuth wears khaki-colored cargo pants which cut off mid-calf. Trandoshans have very thick skin on their reptilian feet, so shoes are unnecessary for them. As such, Baarsuth is almost always barefoot, or will wear a pair of leather flip flops if the ground is dirty or hot.

Personality: Baarsuth is brash, territorial, and socially graceless. Hearing him talk, one would think that he isn’t very bright, and his grammar is poor. He’s generally rude and socially-oblivious, often slighting people without even noticing. He has a bad temper and can get riled up pretty easily over anyone slighting or insulting him. He’s pretty prideful as well, though he does seem to have some semblance as to what his physical and mental limits are. When it comes to flying, Baarsuth thinks he’s the best pilot there is and that nobody does his job better than he does. His sense of humor tends to be belittling or mildly insulting.

Baarsuth is quite an adrenaline junky. He loves the rush of doing dangerous or risky things and is just lucky enough to get away with doing them. While he has a degree of professionality (he’s not gonna make the ship do a barrel roll because he can), Baarsuth will not back down from doing something risky if the opportunity presents itself. It can be said that Baarsuth is incredibly courageous, though whether or not his courage is altruistic or self-serving is up to debate.

While Baarsuth isn’t the nicest guy, there are good things to be said about him. He’s loyal, grows attached to people around him, and is willing to listen to those around him who have proven themselves to be capable. He has an incredible level of determination as well. If Baarsuth says he’s going to do something, it’s going to get done. Baarsuth is pretty smart, despite how his voice would make him sound. Most of his smarts is in the form of on-the-job learning, as he never had any education past high school. He trained in mechanics alongside piloting when in the military and is very knowledgeable in how starships work, as well as how some kinds of droids work thanks to working with Jawas.

In his offtime, you’ll often find Baarsuth either relaxing in his home in Mos Eisley or at the Swoop Racing track, where he gambles often. Baarsuth loves swoop bike racing with a passion, and is almost always paying attention to the local scene. He drinks, though not as much as some other residents, so he will sometimes go out with other pilots and drink at a local bar. He also loves shooting and hunting. When he’s between jobs, sometimes Baarsuth will go on hunting trips to Wasskah. Baarsuth has also gotten into a form of music called Midale, a fast-paced form of music with lots of loud guitar and drums (It’s metal and hard rock music).

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Capabilities

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Stats

Fitness: 4/10
Power: 6/10
Coordination: 9/10
Acumen: 7/10
Personality: 2/10
Force: 3/10
Vitality: 14
Carrying Capacity: 80

Skills
Awareness: 4/5
Computer Use: 4/5
Demolitions: 0/5
Persuade: 2/5
Repair: 3/5
Security: 2/5
Stealth: 1/5
Treat Injury: 0/5. What’s a band aid again?

Racial Trait: Trandoshan: As long as you have a reliable food source, you can regenerate lost limbs or body parts in 3d4 days as long as you aren't dead. If you are in combat, this trait takes effect at the end of combat. However, your carnivorous diet and cold-blooded thermophysiology keeps you from digesting vegetation and stunts your regenerative ability in cold environments.

Background Trait: Droid Smuggler: You know just the right space lanes to travel in hyperspace to avoid trouble and can identify the weaknesses of most makes and models of droids. On the downside, you've gotten so good at your job that you've gained a bit of notoriety. There are some who have heard of you who may report you to the local authorities.

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Miscellaneous

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Inventory:

• Disruptor holdout: A holdout is a small handheld pistol which is very easy to conceal. Baarsuth won this tricky little blaster in a bet with a Kaleesh. Disruptors bypass personal shields, making them extremely deadly. Downside: it’s also very illegal to have one. Baarsuth keeps it tucked away unless he really needs it. Weight: 2.0 lbs.
• Ion Blaster: A Jawa weapon, Ion blasters are essentially suped-up stun guns, firing electrical blasts that can stun organic beings and severely damage the electrical system of a droid. They’re mostly nonlethal to organics, but they will fry a droid quicker than you can say “Turing.” It has an effective range of about twelve meters, though, so it’s more akin to a stun shotgun. Weight: 8.0 lbs.
• Blaster-resistant vest: Baarsuth wears a vest which resists blaster fire. It’s his only sort of armor and can protect against low to medium-strength blaster fire. Weight: 6.0 lbs.

Other:

Guide of Baarsuth's Accent (For the Writer)

This one = Thisn
Captain = Capn
You = Ya (unless it begins a sentence)
Of = a
Wasn't/Isn't/aren't = Ain't
Just = Jus
You're = Yer
You understand? = Ya hear?

Dungeons and (Krayt) Dragons, Star Wars: The Price of Freedom

Beware. I live.

EDIT: NO YOU DID NOT SEE MY BACKSTORY