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    1. Rennac Faintheart 12 yrs ago

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Appearance: Tall and lanky with shoulder length silver hair, sharp blue eyes, pointed ears, decently agile build.

Name: Treavor Snowborn

Race: Half Elf

Age: 158

Class: Artificier

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Background: Having been discardes as a product of wedlock, Teavor had been an orphan for as long as he could remember. As such he lived at a rather run down and poorly maintained orphanage. He and the others were made to do a good deal of the repairs, something the young half elf excelled at. A few months before he turned 18 and would be kicked out one of the magistrates came in for an inspection as well as an artificier hired to help make designs to renovate and generally improve the town. Seeing the place in shambles the matron was fired right on the spot, the artificier tuning out and looking around when he spotted Treavor working on one of the magitech water filters. It was something he had some understanding with so it seemed to typically be his job to deal with magical repairs when hiring a wizard proved too expensive, which it often was. The artificer looked at the boy's progressed and smirked, surprised by how well he took to repairing magitech. "The magic frequency is off. You set it too high you'll make the pipe vibrate and shake the rust off and into the water." The half elf looked up in surprise and began to tweak the filter as told, smirking as he managed to get the damnable thing working a good deal sooner than expected. "Thanks, seems I get stuck with the grunt work here. Place woud have likely fallen apart long ago if I wasn't around." The artificier had to nod and agree, looking back and seeing the matron packing her things. An idea then came to mind. "Say kid, you got a talent for artificing. Care for an apprenticeship?" Treavor looked up at the artificier in disbelief at first, then giving him a confident smile. "Sure. Place is gonna be shut down from the looks of it anyway. Let me grab my things." After hat the young half elf was taught how to repair magitech properly, built his own rune arm and even picked up a few skills for when he had to travel through dangerous territory. He learned to use a bastard sword considerably well along with a repeating crossbow in addition to repairing magical constructs. He had even built his own Iron Defender pet which he had trained into a faithful companion. He had lost a few parts here and there but replaced them with magitech machines, particularly his right arm and two legs. Once his apprenticeship was finished he was hired on by an adventurer group which had a rogue in it's ranks. Soon enough Treavor leaned the ins and outs of lockpicking and disabling traps, something that seemed to lead him to no end of trouble. Being a half elf he was always an outcast, no one really bothering to speak to him. What made matters worse was the way he saw fellow half elves getting treated. He took a few jobs that targeted those who hurt half elf groups, costing them piles and piles of gold until they could no longer support their business. Typically half his cut went to help the neighborhoods that those people hurt. Now he works as an adventurer for hire, only taking the job if it helped people eve if it were helping the people against some corrupt official.

Weapons: Bastard sword and repeating crossbow paired with a rune arm.

Other: Rune arms are typically used to help artificiers channel magic for their repair jobs. They can also be re purposed to serve as spell augments and sources of imbuement magic for their weapons. An artificier's skill with crafting allows them to even weave enchantments onto the weapons and armor of others, sharpening their blades or making their armor feel lighter and less cumbersome. However, they cannot use a shield with their rune arms and are vulnerable if ganged up on. To compensate artificiers tend to have an iron defender to protect them, keeping them out of harms way as they work to provide covering fire and support to a group or even protect them as they disarm a trap or pick a lock. It is common for artificiers to augment their own bodies with magitech though only to a small scale, which allows them to repair their own bodies much as one would with full magical constructs.
Ok, will do
Rennac nodded and tried to be placating with Dresden, deciding to just leave the rather than get into a fight with one of the crew. At this rate he was looking forward more to killing something than hacking into a computer. Despite the others considering him to be some newbie fresh out of the academy, he had learned long ago to deal with the usual guilt an emotions that came with killing people. It was a necessity with how many times he needed to slit someone's throat or run his dagger through another's heart while with the black ops division. Sure, the Argent Dawn and other flagships got most of the prestige, but it was typically teams like the one he was transferred from that did the really dirty work. He saw things that would create a shit storm for the alliance, did things that most would call him a monster for. And here he was, dealing with a crew who would be more likely to shoot him than work with him. He couldn't help but chuckle at the thought. "Suppose I would deserve it given the things I've done." His ears perked up when he heard his name over the intercom, finalizing the work on his datapad for his presentation about the new security protocols. He also recalled one of the equipment upgrades for ground teams, something that made him happy considering the tech involved in making it. The new model was still in the field testing stage but knew the lab tests showed no issues and great potential. Making a quick swing by the armory to grab one of the new helmets from the crate alongside his he soon arrived at the war room, taking a seat out of the way from the others. He was on the war council sure, but he knew to everyone else they would be more likely to shove him out of the airlock than listen to anything he would contribute.
Ah ok then. Will make a note of that in my post. Part of me wanted to see it out to use it as an example rather than embarrass Max.
Rennac had finished taking another few notes down on his datapad when Dresden shouted at him, turning to face the engineer. Despite the attitude he was getting he tried to remain cheery and disarming. "Hey, Dresden was it? Never got your name before. Anyway, just running an assessment of the security measures for the ship for my report to Varus. Checking camera positions, finding blindspots, etc. Command wanted an analysis for any potential weakpoints so they can be patched up, both physical and digital. Logically that includes the quarters wing so I have to do an assessment here as well. I of course give as much leeway as I can to keep tempers to a minimum. No one likes having the security guy poking around but I'm the guy stuck with the job." In all honesty he was still doing his assessment and was under orders from command to fix any issues. Of course it would likely go beyond finding blind spots and installing new security features. If Dresden still had issue with him being there then more than likely it would need to be sent up as part of the report. Typically when someone takes offense to a security guy poking around it means they either have something personal to hide, or they are hiding something far more critical. Considering the consequences for letting it slide on the latter, it would likely at least get looked into.
You'd be surprised how many times people will leave something like that in the open. When going through an office building and passing by the cubicles, 7 times out of 10 you'll see a note hung up with the person's username and password. Sadly this isn't even hyperbole. I've seen this sort of thing myself and have taken network security courses which touched on this vulnerability. Keeping their info safe is something most people dont give a second thought to unless something happened to make them be more wary.
Gloves, he is passing by and taking a quick peek through the door. Basically he is passing as he would as an intruder surreptitiously looking for access info. He never actually crosses the threshold.
He soon finished the sharpening of his dagger and put it away. With that done though he packed his gear in one of the vacant lockers and went back to his quarters, taking a pass by some of the other's quarters for a quick assessment. It was nothing serious but just a cursory glance to notice any errors, though of course it was all while he was moving and no part of his body ever crossed the doorway. Regretfully he saw Max's access ID and password were posted on his desk. Part of him also figured Jackdaw to be the type to keep a copy of any necessary documents on hand though well hidden. Considering a good deal of the soldiers he worked with had to write down any password that wasn't their birthday, this was a good change of pace since it was only one person who had this issue. The tourist act did give him some insight into how well the group handled unexpected situations but had left a bad impression with some members of the crew. He would of course touch on that but for the most part he was just working on the ship's security until it came time to hack or kill something.
thanks, will come in handy for when Rennac gives his little briefing
Just a quick little poll: How many of the characters here would be the type to write down their usernames and passwords? Just a little something I am thinking of using later in the story.
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