Fio’ui Tash’var Rath’er "Gravedigger"
Mar 6, 2023 22:21:14 GMT -5
Post by Fate's End on Mar 6, 2023 22:21:14 GMT -5
Name: Fio’ui Tash’var Rath’er “Gravedigger”
Gender: Male
Species: T’au
Age: 32
Height: 5’4”
Weight: 145 lbs
Allegiance: T’au
Rank/Occupation: Fio’ui
Notes: Has a pair of technical drones called Chance and Risk. Also is on record as saying “Human technology is batshit.”
Born: Tash’var Sept
Languages Spoken: Gue'la (T’au Language), Low gothic
Appearance:
Short and stocky, with frazzled greying hair spread loosely across his forehead. Stuck in that awkward phase of a technician who was not used to physical labor, and is now very much used to it. Some extra weight, some new muscle, all of it seemingly in a stage of permanent exhaustion.
History:
Rath’er (Rath to his friends, or Gravedigger); Led a simple life. Part of the Earth Caste, worked his way up slowly. Made the rank of Fio’ui and was perfectly content with his lot in life. When he was assigned to the 4th Sphere of Expansion, he wasn’t particularly excited, nor particularly saddened by the news.
When the 4th Sphere ran into trouble in the Warp, Rath’er’s stoic, solid sense of self and the rigidity of his world was shattered. Daemons were real, apparently. Who Knew?
On the surface of Haven’s Garden, Rath’er was beset by all the problems of a new warzone with a shattered logistical system and a distinct lack of supplies. In the city of Plenty he earned his moniker, after being one of the few Earth Caste who had restored enough of his psyche to take action in the first weeks of landing, working with his drones and his own hands to dig a mass grave for the T’au dead.
Now Rath’er spends his time working on the defensive cordon, or occasionally going out with Fire Caste teams as technical support for recovery missions. Due to combat losses and orders to integrate with the human populace, he leads a small technical team of two humans, a mother and daughter pair with some knowledge of machinery and the willingness to pitch in.
Personality:
Rath’er is a mixture of stoicism and unhealthy obsession with his work. Known as a determined, solid technician with a good grasp of most Earth Caste disciplines and skillsets. A jack of all trades, but a master of none. After his time in the warp, his mental state is understandably less than one hundred percent. He tries to patch his mind like he patches a wall, and generally uses work and alcohol as his patching material of choice. Elsewise he is a relatively simple soul, eternally exhausted and prone to grumbling, but he gets the job done.
Equipment:
Basic essentials (Clothing, comm beads, rations, toolbelt etc)
Sidearm (pulse pistol)
Console drone.
2x DX-4 Technical drones (Varying loadouts. Can be equipped with offensive systems given enough preparatory time).
Characteristics:
High Concept: Anything Can Be Fixed. (This has to be true.)
Trouble: I’ve seen things. . . (Daemons. He’s seen Daemons.)
Aspect: Humans are pretty okay. (Jennie and May specifically)
Stunts:
Drones go Bzzzt: Rath’er can utilize his drones to give him +2 to careful rolls involving construction/technical modifications.
Drone Commander: Rath’er’s skill with drone usage gives him a +2 to careful rolls when he commands any sort of basic drone.
Let’s get a drink: Rath’er is just sociable enough to try and diffuse tense situations. He receives +2 when he forcefully tries to calm people down.
Stats:
Careful:+3
Clever:+2
Flashy:+1
Forceful: +1
Quick: +2
Sneaky: +0
NPC's:
Jennie Hatfield, a human mechanic born and raised in Plenty, brown hair cropped short and tanned skin. Currently around 39 years old.
May Hatfield, Jennie’s teenage daughter, apprenticing under her mother and part of Rath’er’s adhoc technical team. Brown hair like her mother, though longer than Jennie’s. Paler skin and lanky form, currently 17 years old.
Vehicles:
A modified Piranha Skimmer armed with a Burst Cannon and fitted with an elongated crew compartment to add a third jump seat. Dubbed “The Bus” by his crew, though Rath’er isn’t quite familiar with the term. The vessel has been retrofitted to carry his technical drones rather than the usual gun drones.
Gender: Male
Species: T’au
Age: 32
Height: 5’4”
Weight: 145 lbs
Allegiance: T’au
Rank/Occupation: Fio’ui
Notes: Has a pair of technical drones called Chance and Risk. Also is on record as saying “Human technology is batshit.”
Born: Tash’var Sept
Languages Spoken: Gue'la (T’au Language), Low gothic
Appearance:
Short and stocky, with frazzled greying hair spread loosely across his forehead. Stuck in that awkward phase of a technician who was not used to physical labor, and is now very much used to it. Some extra weight, some new muscle, all of it seemingly in a stage of permanent exhaustion.
History:
Rath’er (Rath to his friends, or Gravedigger); Led a simple life. Part of the Earth Caste, worked his way up slowly. Made the rank of Fio’ui and was perfectly content with his lot in life. When he was assigned to the 4th Sphere of Expansion, he wasn’t particularly excited, nor particularly saddened by the news.
When the 4th Sphere ran into trouble in the Warp, Rath’er’s stoic, solid sense of self and the rigidity of his world was shattered. Daemons were real, apparently. Who Knew?
On the surface of Haven’s Garden, Rath’er was beset by all the problems of a new warzone with a shattered logistical system and a distinct lack of supplies. In the city of Plenty he earned his moniker, after being one of the few Earth Caste who had restored enough of his psyche to take action in the first weeks of landing, working with his drones and his own hands to dig a mass grave for the T’au dead.
Now Rath’er spends his time working on the defensive cordon, or occasionally going out with Fire Caste teams as technical support for recovery missions. Due to combat losses and orders to integrate with the human populace, he leads a small technical team of two humans, a mother and daughter pair with some knowledge of machinery and the willingness to pitch in.
Personality:
Rath’er is a mixture of stoicism and unhealthy obsession with his work. Known as a determined, solid technician with a good grasp of most Earth Caste disciplines and skillsets. A jack of all trades, but a master of none. After his time in the warp, his mental state is understandably less than one hundred percent. He tries to patch his mind like he patches a wall, and generally uses work and alcohol as his patching material of choice. Elsewise he is a relatively simple soul, eternally exhausted and prone to grumbling, but he gets the job done.
Equipment:
Basic essentials (Clothing, comm beads, rations, toolbelt etc)
Sidearm (pulse pistol)
Console drone.
2x DX-4 Technical drones (Varying loadouts. Can be equipped with offensive systems given enough preparatory time).
Characteristics:
High Concept: Anything Can Be Fixed. (This has to be true.)
Trouble: I’ve seen things. . . (Daemons. He’s seen Daemons.)
Aspect: Humans are pretty okay. (Jennie and May specifically)
Stunts:
Drones go Bzzzt: Rath’er can utilize his drones to give him +2 to careful rolls involving construction/technical modifications.
Drone Commander: Rath’er’s skill with drone usage gives him a +2 to careful rolls when he commands any sort of basic drone.
Let’s get a drink: Rath’er is just sociable enough to try and diffuse tense situations. He receives +2 when he forcefully tries to calm people down.
Stats:
Careful:+3
Clever:+2
Flashy:+1
Forceful: +1
Quick: +2
Sneaky: +0
NPC's:
Jennie Hatfield, a human mechanic born and raised in Plenty, brown hair cropped short and tanned skin. Currently around 39 years old.
May Hatfield, Jennie’s teenage daughter, apprenticing under her mother and part of Rath’er’s adhoc technical team. Brown hair like her mother, though longer than Jennie’s. Paler skin and lanky form, currently 17 years old.
Vehicles:
A modified Piranha Skimmer armed with a Burst Cannon and fitted with an elongated crew compartment to add a third jump seat. Dubbed “The Bus” by his crew, though Rath’er isn’t quite familiar with the term. The vessel has been retrofitted to carry his technical drones rather than the usual gun drones.
