Rip van Winkle
Agi d8, Str d4, Vit d4, Ale d4, Int d12, Wil d10
Init: d8+d4; LP: 14
Plot Points: 6; Advancement Points: 6
Cortex Specter (MA) no record of you exists anywhere
Intimidatin’ Manner (ma) +2 step bonus to Willpower on any action involving intimidating, interrogating, bullying, frightening, and all manner of awing other folks
Mighty Fine Hat (ma) you always have your poncho or always get it back
Steady Calm (MA) you are never rattled unless extreme or unusual circumstances
Total Recall (MA) +2 step Skill bonus to recall or spend Plot Point for photographic memory of an event
Amnesia (MC) you don’t know your own name or remember your past
Credo (MC) your creed (never surrender) is a sure fire way to get in trouble
Deadly Enemy (mc) every 3 to 5 adventures someone from your past causes you trouble
Phobia (mc) -2 step Attribute penalty to all actions in tight spaces
Traumatic Flashes (MC) twice per session you are incapable of action for d2 rounds and suffer a -2 step Attribute penalty to all actions for 10 minutes afterwards
Animal Handling d2
Athletics d8/Dodge d10
Discipline d8/Concentration d10/Leadership d12
Melee Weapons d2
Guns d8/Pistols d12+d4
Unarmed Combat d6
Space is vast, that aint no lie, most never get to experience it as I have, the better part of three days drifting in a coffin of a capsule. I don’t recall much before the sleep, but since I was woke up I can’t forget a thing. It don’t take long when you don’t know who you are to think you may be already dead. As I drifted in the black with no thoughts of my own, my mind wondered to a world of its own creation.
When you’re looking out in the endless dark of space, you think you see things. So when the running lights of the Rascal Puff, I dismissed them. Even as the grapple rocked my little world and began pulling me in to their hold I was so lost in my world I couldn’t process what was happening. Not until I was lookin in the eyes of Jack Paper did I begin to see it for what it was, rescue.
I stayed on the Rascal Puff attempting to regain the missing years. Trying to find out who I was, I found that I didn’t exist, no records of me anywhere in the Cortex. I dug deep looking for anything that would explain my situation, I dug real deep and found something form Earth-That-Was. An ancient story of a man who slept through a great war and woke up with no knowledge of the war, Rip Van Winkle was his name. With out a better one I took his name.
In flashes things would hit me, most was bad . . . real bad, but, something kept coming up. I was standing in a room with 6 other men, and we all spoke at the same time.
“Recognizing that I volunteered, fully knowing the hazards of my chosen profession, I will always endeavor to uphold the prestige, honor, and high esprit de corps.
Acknowledging the fact that I am a more elite soldier who arrives at the cutting edge of battle by land, sea, space, or air, I accept the fact that government expects me to move further, faster and fight harder than any other soldier.
Never shall I fail my comrades. I will always keep myself mentally alert, physically strong and morally straight and I will shoulder more than my share of the task whatever it may be, one-hundred-percent and then some.
Gallantly will I show everyone that I am a specially selected and well-trained soldier. My courtesy to superior officers, neatness of dress and care of equipment shall set the example for others to follow.
Energetically will I meet the enemies of my country. I shall defeat them on the field of battle for I am better trained and will fight with all my might. Surrender does not exist. I will never leave a fallen comrade to fall into the hands of the enemy and under no circumstances will I ever embarrass my country.
Readily will I display the intestinal fortitude required to fight on to the Ranger objective and complete the mission though I be the lone survivor.”
It took weeks to compile the full creed, a search of the cortex finds no mention of a creed anything like. So the only thing I remember from before, no body else seems to remember either. I left the Rascal Puff when the came to port on Lilac.