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| − | Name: Annar
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| − | Concept:
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| − | Motivation: Keep his entire unit alive.
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| − | WP: 6
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| − | Essence: 1 (checked to redo bps)
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| − | Attributes:
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| − | Strength **
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| − | Dexterity *****
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| − | Stamina ***
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| − | Charisma ****
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| − | Manipulation *
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| − | Appearance **
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| − | Perception *
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| − | Intelligence ***
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| − | Wits ****
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| − | Abilities:
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| − | Favored:
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| − | Medicine *****
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| − | Combat:
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| − | Melee **** (Staff *)
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| − | Dodge ****
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| − | War ***
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| − | Integrity *
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| − | Resistance ***
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| − | Athletics *
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| − | Other:
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| − | Awareness ***
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| − | Performance **
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| − | Presence *
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| − | Socialize **
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| − | Lore *
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| − | Linguistics *
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| − | Skytongue (Haslanti *)
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| − | Riverspeak
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| − | Backgrounds:
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| − | Resources ***
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| − | Backing **
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| − | Virtues:
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| − | Compassion ***
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| − | Conviction *
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| − | Temperance **
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| − | Valor ***
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| − | Equipment:
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| − | Battle Standard (Perfect Staff): Speed 6 Rate 3 Accuracy +4 Damage +7B Defense +3 (2 handed, reach)
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| − | Attack Pool: 14d Damage: +9dB
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| − | A long (over 8 ft), straight staff, capped with iron at both ends. He attaches the unit’s flag a bit lower than most would, to avoid getting blood on it. He tends to use a conventional staff style, more like a spear, rather than a twirling martial arts style.
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| − | Perfect Buff Jacket: Soak 5L/+6B(9) Mobility: -0 Fatigue: 1
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| − | Defenses: Parry 6 Dodge 4
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| − | Made from the thick hide of a northern Mastodon, the think bristles slick away water, and insulate it from the biting cold.
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| − | Heavy Chopping Knife (Exceptional Short Sword): Speed 4 Rate 2 Accuracy +3 Damage +4L Defense +2
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| − | Attack Pool: 12d Damage: +5dL
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| − | Appearance:
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| − | An older man, in his early 40s, he has sad eyes, and much grey in his short black hair. He often has a scruffy salt-and-pepper beard, although he shaves for formal unit presentations. He is tall, lean, and spry.
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| − | Story:
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| − | He was a relatively well off man, the town apothecary, with a wife and a young daughter. They died of a wasting sickness that he couldn’t cure. He left the town, wandering, empty of motivation. As he was passing through Icehome, he was conscripted into the Once Dead due to pressing need. Eventually, he came to care for his comrades, not individually, but as a group. He flies their flag from his staff, and tries to keep them all alive as best he can. He often leads them in their dreamtellings, due to his natural talent as a storyteller.
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| − | Other Info:
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| − | During more conventional battles, he carries the Scale's flag. He is also frequently used for the quieter missions of the Once Dead, as he can be fully armed and capable while looking no more than an old traveler leaning on his staff.
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