Stats
Life Points: 89
Drama Points: 20
Attributes (25)
STR: 8 (3 levels part Slayer Quality)
DEX: 8 (3 levels part Slayer Quality)
CON: 8 (3 levels part Slayer Quality)
INT: 3
PER: 5 (1 level part Artist Quality)
WIL: 5 (2 levels part Slayer Quality)
Qualities (25 +
1 from Drawbacks)
Slayer (15)
Fast Reaction Time (part of Slayer Quality)
Nerves of Steel (part of Slayer Quality)
Hard to Kill 5 (all levels part of Slayer Quality)
Acute Hearing (2)
Artist (Singer) (2)
Attractivness 2
Situational Awareness (2)
Iron Mind (3)
Drawbacks (9)
Adversary (Vampires and Demons) (part of Slayer Quality)
Obligation (part of Slayer Quality)
Cruel (1)
Secret (Slayer) (2)
Teenager (2)
Honorable (2)
Dependent (Sister) (2)
Skills (40 + 8
from Drawbacks)
Acrobatics: 5
Art: 4 (1 level part of Artist Quality)
Computers: 2
Crime: 3
Doctor: 2
Driving: 2
Getting Medieval: 6 (1 level part of Slayer Quality)
Gun Fu: 2
Influence: 4
Knowledge: 2
Kung Fu: 7 (1 level part of Slayer Quality)
Languages: 0
Mr. Fix-It: 3
Notice: 4
Occultism: 2
Science: 0
Sports: 0
Wildcard: 0
Maneuver |
Bonus |
Base
Damage |
Notes |
Dodge |
13 |
- |
Defense |
Punch |
13 |
16 |
Bash |
Kick |
13 |
18 |
Bash |
Spin
Kick |
13 |
20 |
Bash |
Sweep
Kick |
12 |
8 |
Bash |
Grapple |
15 |
- |
Imparement
Varies |
Stake |
13 |
16 |
Slash/Stab |
Stake
Through the Heart |
10 |
- |
x5
damage for vamps |
Knife |
13 |
18 |
Slash/Stab |
Quarterstaff |
13 |
27 |
Bash |
Background
I'm a Slayer. I guess you figured that oe out already. But it's not as bad as it seems. Okay, I know I'm going to have the short life span and all that but I'm fighting for the good of the world. I used to be normal though.
I was born in Seattle, Washington and I was was hooked to the grunge rock era. I began singing when I was eight and it went from there. I always knew there was something different about me. In school, I excelled in PE and sports. I even made the archery team when I was thirteen.
On my fifteenth birthday, I got a bigger surprise then a car. I met my first vampire. It attacked me when I was walking home from a movie with a friend.It was scary, but somehow I knew what to do and ended up kicking the vamp onto a broken crate and a piece of wood went through his heart. This is also when I met my Watcher, Garret. (Oh yeah, and on a side note there's irony. His name means: "to watch.")
Okay, so I found out I was a Slayer in training. It wasn't guarenteed I was even going to be a Slayer at all. I could get skipped and live a long happy life.
Right.
Garret told me about the Slayer that basically couldn't die, Buffy. I was extremely curious abuot this. Buffy had died? Twice? What's with that? She lived on a Hellmouth and has a gang or something. Humph. I thought this Slayer gig was a solo trip.
I informed Garret that if there was a Hellmouth, that's where I needed to be. He didn't like that idea, of course, but I convinved the band I was playing in that this club called the Bronze would be a killer place to showcase. Uh, no pun.
You might be asking about my parents by this time. They died when I was four. My aunt raised me until my sister turned eighteen and got guardianship. She's my bass player. She also has no clue what I am. I take this secret identity thing pretty heavy.
So we came to Sunnydale. At first, I thought all the talk about this big Hellmouth was just that, talk. But a look at the death toll and amount of neck injuries at the hospital confirmed I was in the right place. So I got comfy.
I was seventeen when I woke up in my bedroom and felt something different. It was no big surprise that Garret called me. It was four in the morning and he had just recieved word.
I was activated.
And boy let me tell you! I love it! Vamps don't seem that scary at all anymore. Of course, the super human strength is a big bonus. So in the evening I take in a quick set with my band then head out on patrol. No one but my Watcher knew my identity.
One night, Garret and I were coming back from patrol when we were stopped by something that wasn't a vampire. He was able to identify them as some sort of Hellhounds. And they looked pretty pissed. It was quite a battle and in the end I had won. Dead dogs. But I wasn't quite fast enough. Garret was dead.
So now I'm a Watcher-less Slayer. But it's not all that bad. I've been checking out more things but kepeing to the shadows. A Slayer must keep her secret. And I plan on doing just that.