Tricia Bennet
Dec 23, 2022 16:33:11 GMT -5
Post by Fate's End on Dec 23, 2022 16:33:11 GMT -5
Name: Tricia Bennet
Nickename: Trish
Gender: Female
Rank: N/A (Former Private in the Narisian PDF)
Allegiance: Civilian/Harlequin Masque of Ash Winter
Age: 25
Height: 5'6”
Weight: 132 Lbs
Notes: N/A
Born: Naris
Languages Spoken: Low Gothic, smattering of High Gothic.
Appearance:
Tricia cuts a petite, cute figure. Or she would in more peaceful times. Tanned complexion, button nose, a messy ponytail of fiery red hair (tinged with black highlights). Her chocolate colored eyes are sunken and tired, and her entire form exudes a sort of world-weariness and haggard aura befitting someone 3 times her age.
Nowadays she can normally be seen in cargo pants a size too big and a baggy long-sleeved shirt of indeterminate color.
History:
Tricia has endured hardship, like any other citizen (or former citizen) Of the Imperium. Some might say more than most. It broke her (Losing two brothers, her parents and a good chunk of her home city can do that to you). And it took her quite a while to put herself back together.
Technically she’s a refugee now, or at least that is what she’d respond if asked as to where she’s from. Reality is slightly different. She was rescued from her home (along with her sister and nephew) by a man who turned out to be working for Xenos. He offered her the chance to make a difference, to help the galaxy. He also offered her the chance to embrace a sort of religion, a new family in a way. She accepted. Tricia may not be PDF anymore, but she is here to help as best she can.
Personality:
The youngest of four, Tricia was happy and relatively free for much of her life. A hard worker, dutiful in her prayers to the Emperor and loving of her family and fellow citizens. A cheerful, smiling girl.
The death of her family shook her to the core. Some days are harder than others, and on those she is irritable, angry and intensely hard to get along with. But on the other days, the better ones. She is calmer, filled with a newfound energy and a reinforced desire to try and help who she can, perhaps even atone for sins committed in the past.
Equipment: Gone is the PDF gear, lost in her flight from her original homeworld. She has a simple stub pistol, a few changes of clothing and some books that she’s scrounged together.
Characteristics:
High Concept Naris, When the Capital fell (Watching the Guard destroy your home can have a detrimental effect to your mental stabilty)
Trouble: Would death really be so bad? (Sometimes the desire to just . . . stop is hard to resist)
Aspect: Peace is worth killing for. (Sometimes you just need to shoot the bad guy.)
Stunts:
I did actually go through Basic: Because of her former training, Tricia receives a +2 when carefully firing a ranged weapon.
I am smol: Tricia makes good use of her small frame and short stature. Receiving +2 when she sneakily tries to hide.
You Know Nothing: Tricia is now skilled at evading questions and giving non-answers. She receives +2 when she cleverly tries to withhold information.
Stats:
Sneaky: 1
Careful: 3
Forceful: 2
Clever: 1
Quick: 2
Flashy: 0
Nickename: Trish
Gender: Female
Rank: N/A (Former Private in the Narisian PDF)
Allegiance: Civilian/Harlequin Masque of Ash Winter
Age: 25
Height: 5'6”
Weight: 132 Lbs
Notes: N/A
Born: Naris
Languages Spoken: Low Gothic, smattering of High Gothic.
Appearance:
Tricia cuts a petite, cute figure. Or she would in more peaceful times. Tanned complexion, button nose, a messy ponytail of fiery red hair (tinged with black highlights). Her chocolate colored eyes are sunken and tired, and her entire form exudes a sort of world-weariness and haggard aura befitting someone 3 times her age.
Nowadays she can normally be seen in cargo pants a size too big and a baggy long-sleeved shirt of indeterminate color.
History:
Tricia has endured hardship, like any other citizen (or former citizen) Of the Imperium. Some might say more than most. It broke her (Losing two brothers, her parents and a good chunk of her home city can do that to you). And it took her quite a while to put herself back together.
Technically she’s a refugee now, or at least that is what she’d respond if asked as to where she’s from. Reality is slightly different. She was rescued from her home (along with her sister and nephew) by a man who turned out to be working for Xenos. He offered her the chance to make a difference, to help the galaxy. He also offered her the chance to embrace a sort of religion, a new family in a way. She accepted. Tricia may not be PDF anymore, but she is here to help as best she can.
Personality:
The youngest of four, Tricia was happy and relatively free for much of her life. A hard worker, dutiful in her prayers to the Emperor and loving of her family and fellow citizens. A cheerful, smiling girl.
The death of her family shook her to the core. Some days are harder than others, and on those she is irritable, angry and intensely hard to get along with. But on the other days, the better ones. She is calmer, filled with a newfound energy and a reinforced desire to try and help who she can, perhaps even atone for sins committed in the past.
Equipment: Gone is the PDF gear, lost in her flight from her original homeworld. She has a simple stub pistol, a few changes of clothing and some books that she’s scrounged together.
Characteristics:
High Concept Naris, When the Capital fell (Watching the Guard destroy your home can have a detrimental effect to your mental stabilty)
Trouble: Would death really be so bad? (Sometimes the desire to just . . . stop is hard to resist)
Aspect: Peace is worth killing for. (Sometimes you just need to shoot the bad guy.)
Stunts:
I did actually go through Basic: Because of her former training, Tricia receives a +2 when carefully firing a ranged weapon.
I am smol: Tricia makes good use of her small frame and short stature. Receiving +2 when she sneakily tries to hide.
You Know Nothing: Tricia is now skilled at evading questions and giving non-answers. She receives +2 when she cleverly tries to withhold information.
Stats:
Sneaky: 1
Careful: 3
Forceful: 2
Clever: 1
Quick: 2
Flashy: 0
