Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2013 15:39:27 GMT -5
General Information:
Character Name: Unknown. Either “Lucy” or “Lucille”.
Nickname: Grandma
Race: Human
Sex: Female
Age: 63
Birthplace: Wetlands, Broken Banks
Physical Appearence:
Height: 5 ft 6
Weight: 125 lbs
Eye Colour: Milky white
Hair Colour: Black
Hair Style: Domestic Goddess
Facial Hair: None.
Skin Colour: Black
Build: Grandma has an average build for a woman of her age who exercises regularly.
Distinguishing Features: Grandma’s pupils are white because of the cataracts that cause her blindness.
Abilities and Equipment:
Profession: Natives Wisewoman, Doctor to the Wolves
Skills: Doctor Outdoorsman, Barter
Attributes:
Strength: 3
Perception: 10
Endurance: 6
Charisma: 8
Intelligence: 8
Agility: 2
Luck: 9
Training: Grandma is an audiodictat. Although not unusually intelligent, she possesses an eidetic memory. The Swamp Folk would often abduct doctors from the mainland and force them to treat the Natives. Grandma would watch the poor captives work and mastered their trade long before her eyes gave out.
Other Abilities: Grandma has been blind for over fifteen years, and her other senses have adapted to compensate. Her sense of smell is legendary, and can recognise the scents of locals such as Darwin, Alpha and Angel before they even enter a room. She can negotiate her way around the Banks pretty well, although her heightened senses are useless near the coast (the sounds of crashing waves overwhelm her) or during a loud battle. Also, Grandma has a truly legendary sense of smell. Born to Swamp Folk, Grandma is one of the few “normals” who can walk in their territory unattacked.
Apparel: Grandma wears a long, patchwork dress, stitched together from pieces old pre-war summer wear.
Weaponry: Grandma carries a walking stick. It is made from a rather large chunk of bone from a creature unknown, and the end has been sharpened to a point.
Other Equipment: Grandma’s Bag: 2xJet, 2xMed X, 2xPsycho, 2x Buffout, 4xHealing powder, and a bottle of Native Hooch she uses as antiseptic. She also carries a conch-like piece of Mirelurk shell round her neck – the sound it makes summons nearby Natives.
Personal Information:
Affiliation: Wolves/ Swamp Folk
Religious Belief: Grandma holds no one faith or religion, but is extremely superstitious.
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual. Due to the fact she has bred with more than one Native, it is likely Grandma is a Teratophile (one who is attracted to people with physical deformities).
Relationship Status: Married to at least three Natives.
Personality: Although English is her first language, Grandma’s accent is heavily coloured by Native dialect to the point that it’s almost unintelligible. Those who know her have a better chance of having an understandable conversation. Despite the language barrier, Grandma seems a happy, upbeat old woman who is open-minded and helpful to a fault. She will heal anybody who requires it (Wolves, Camelot, Bandits, Swamp Folk Storm Troopers). Because of this, Grandma is the Banks’ number one source for gossip and information – and she loves to talk. Although a passionate doctor, Grandma does not offer her services for free and is a shrewd barterer.
Grandma’s exact position within the hierarchy of the Swamp Folk is unknown. As a born Native with no mutations, she is not liked by all her kin and many distrust her for this reason. However, a great deal of the deformed locals seem to respect Grandma for her years of tireless doctoring and will follow her if need be. She is their leader in a very unofficial and loose capacity. Grandma often jokes that getting the Swamp Folk to do anything is like fishing for Mirelurks – some days they bite, others they don’t. The important thing is persistence. How much Grandma can communicate with the primitive Swamp Folk is unknown, because she does not like to discuss her “family” with outsiders. Indeed, Grandma has given the Natives a great many children, and it is probably the reason she has any sway at all within their “society”.
Out of all the societies to ever stake a claim on the Banks, Grandma is especially fond of the Wolves. For reasons not totally clear, she seems to find the Wolves very amusing, and affectionately refers to them as “dem doggy bwoys”. Grandma tries her best to convince the Swamp Folk to cease their attacks on the Wolves or at least limit them, and sometimes she is successful. Although keen to give the Wolves a helping hand, Grandma’s philosophy is all about balance. She is a mother-earth figure of the Banks, and dislikes the idea of one faction overtaking Broken Banks entirely, and disapproves of Darwin’s expansion and multiple territories throughout the area. Sometimes she will refuse to treat Wolf Soldiers altogether, or even aid the other side. Grandma keeps this to herself.
History: Grandma’s birth started a civil war amongst the Natives. A child baring no disfigurements born to two Swamp Folk – the dumber considered it a curse, whilst the smarter saw it as a good omen. The resulting battle claimed many of their number, including Grandma’s parents, who fought on opposite sides. So many died that the remaining few were unsure of what the parents had named the child – Lucy or Lucille. So Lucy/Lucille grew up with two names, in hiding from the faction of Natives who wanted her dead.
The in-fighting didn’t stop until Lucy/Lucille hit early teens. By then, the Swamp Folk had been forced to abduct doctors from the mainland to deal with the casualties – they were dying faster than they could breed. Lucy/Lucille would watch from the shadows, intrigued. Soon, she would do more than watch. Some of the captives took pity on the child and let her help. They even taught her how to talk (or at least improved her understanding of how to do so). Lucy/Lucille learned at an almost supernatural rate, and soon she was proficient enough in medicine to treat the Natives herself. They no longer needed to abduct doctors. So Lucy/Lucille was finally accepted almost unanimously by the Natives, or at least tolerated. In time, she earned the nickname “Grandma”, due to the fact that she had been there so long.
Details of Grandma’s family are sketchy at best, and she likes it that way. Whilst Native breeding practises are (thankfully) unknown, it is rumoured that Grandma has fathered numerous children with multiple natives. The influence she (occasionally) has over their activities may be due to blood ties, although some of the Swamp Folk undoubtedly perceive her as a kind of demi-goddess, or worse still a demon. Grandma continued to work as a doctor into her dotage.
Over the years, Grandma slowly went blind. It seemed she wasn’t the perfect child of two Natives after all. She prepared for the cataracts, and made sure she was the best damn doctor she could be before the inevitable happened. The Natives needed her. So Grandma healed the way she had always healed – on instinct. Due to the Natives’ habit of killing non-locals, she rarely got any humans to practise on. Those who were captured, she would patch up and make sure they were as comfy as possible. Grandma figured one body was much like another. She’d be fine.
With the blindness came a quiet determination not to be a victim. Grandma deliberately distanced herself from her Native brethren, and “retired” to Nag. The old woman found herself a quiet Pulowski preservation shelter – it had all the room she needed and provided the perfect sanctuary from the violent sound of waves crashing onto the Banks. The Natives would often journey there to consult Grandma for advice –e.g. settling disputes, treating wounds etc. And so, Grandma spent her days pottering about the Nag pier, and her nights encased soundly within a metal coffin.
Then came the Wolves. Grandma was so excited. Not only had her own kind come to the Banks, but they had carved out a foothold. A home of their own. Grandma could not wait to meet them, but did not wish to scare the newcomers. When she approached Darwin and the Wolves, she did so as a simple wise-woman, and made no mention of her connection with the natives. Although slow to trust, the Wolves eventually accepted Grandma’s medical assistance, and she soon had a long line of injured lining up at her shelter. Due to the high volume, Grandma trained others, and gave some of the Wolves a rudimentary understanding in the art of medicine (even if it was just knowing when to give a patient Jet and when to give them Med-X).
Grandma came to be disillusioned with Darwin overtime. It became obvious that he was not merely building a home, but carving out a territory, and one getting bigger each day. Wolves were driving Natives from their home, exterminating them in vast numbers. This was genocide. Grandma had been unsuccessful in persuading the Natives not to fight the new tribe. Perhaps she would have better luck with the Wolves. It was only a matter of time before she was forced to play her hand. When the truth was out that Grandma was Native born, she was chased out of Nag. The Wolves were suspicious of her, and those who guarded Nag had always thought she was strange anyway – now Grandma was a native, and nothing but.
Grandma’s retaliation was a slow one. She directed the Natives raids on the mainlands. Casualties didn’t matter. All that mattered is that the Wolves whom she had trained in first aid and medicine were slain – and they were. What Grandma giveth, Grandma taketh away. From the furthest reach of the Wetlands, Grandma dwelled, spitefully imagining the Wolves suffering without the gift she had given them.
Over time, Grandma’s soft heart could not stop her from revisiting Nag. At first, she was a prisoner of the Wolves there. Then, when their kin were a surgeon’s knife away from death, they called on her yet again. Blood flows like rain in the Banks, and whilst it flows freely, there will always be need for someone like Grandma.
Grandma is a strange friend and some-time enemy to the Wolves. She is a free spirit, and although her home is still in Nag, she generally goes where she likes, especially when looking for medical supplies. Whilst most Wolves understand that Grandma has little or no say over the actions of the Natives, many still regard her with suspicions and take treatment from her reluctantly.
Character Name: Unknown. Either “Lucy” or “Lucille”.
Nickname: Grandma
Race: Human
Sex: Female
Age: 63
Birthplace: Wetlands, Broken Banks
Physical Appearence:
Height: 5 ft 6
Weight: 125 lbs
Eye Colour: Milky white
Hair Colour: Black
Hair Style: Domestic Goddess
Facial Hair: None.
Skin Colour: Black
Build: Grandma has an average build for a woman of her age who exercises regularly.
Distinguishing Features: Grandma’s pupils are white because of the cataracts that cause her blindness.
Abilities and Equipment:
Profession: Natives Wisewoman, Doctor to the Wolves
Skills: Doctor Outdoorsman, Barter
Attributes:
Strength: 3
Perception: 10
Endurance: 6
Charisma: 8
Intelligence: 8
Agility: 2
Luck: 9
Training: Grandma is an audiodictat. Although not unusually intelligent, she possesses an eidetic memory. The Swamp Folk would often abduct doctors from the mainland and force them to treat the Natives. Grandma would watch the poor captives work and mastered their trade long before her eyes gave out.
Other Abilities: Grandma has been blind for over fifteen years, and her other senses have adapted to compensate. Her sense of smell is legendary, and can recognise the scents of locals such as Darwin, Alpha and Angel before they even enter a room. She can negotiate her way around the Banks pretty well, although her heightened senses are useless near the coast (the sounds of crashing waves overwhelm her) or during a loud battle. Also, Grandma has a truly legendary sense of smell. Born to Swamp Folk, Grandma is one of the few “normals” who can walk in their territory unattacked.
Apparel: Grandma wears a long, patchwork dress, stitched together from pieces old pre-war summer wear.
Weaponry: Grandma carries a walking stick. It is made from a rather large chunk of bone from a creature unknown, and the end has been sharpened to a point.
Other Equipment: Grandma’s Bag: 2xJet, 2xMed X, 2xPsycho, 2x Buffout, 4xHealing powder, and a bottle of Native Hooch she uses as antiseptic. She also carries a conch-like piece of Mirelurk shell round her neck – the sound it makes summons nearby Natives.
Personal Information:
Affiliation: Wolves/ Swamp Folk
Religious Belief: Grandma holds no one faith or religion, but is extremely superstitious.
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual. Due to the fact she has bred with more than one Native, it is likely Grandma is a Teratophile (one who is attracted to people with physical deformities).
Relationship Status: Married to at least three Natives.
Personality: Although English is her first language, Grandma’s accent is heavily coloured by Native dialect to the point that it’s almost unintelligible. Those who know her have a better chance of having an understandable conversation. Despite the language barrier, Grandma seems a happy, upbeat old woman who is open-minded and helpful to a fault. She will heal anybody who requires it (Wolves, Camelot, Bandits, Swamp Folk Storm Troopers). Because of this, Grandma is the Banks’ number one source for gossip and information – and she loves to talk. Although a passionate doctor, Grandma does not offer her services for free and is a shrewd barterer.
Grandma’s exact position within the hierarchy of the Swamp Folk is unknown. As a born Native with no mutations, she is not liked by all her kin and many distrust her for this reason. However, a great deal of the deformed locals seem to respect Grandma for her years of tireless doctoring and will follow her if need be. She is their leader in a very unofficial and loose capacity. Grandma often jokes that getting the Swamp Folk to do anything is like fishing for Mirelurks – some days they bite, others they don’t. The important thing is persistence. How much Grandma can communicate with the primitive Swamp Folk is unknown, because she does not like to discuss her “family” with outsiders. Indeed, Grandma has given the Natives a great many children, and it is probably the reason she has any sway at all within their “society”.
Out of all the societies to ever stake a claim on the Banks, Grandma is especially fond of the Wolves. For reasons not totally clear, she seems to find the Wolves very amusing, and affectionately refers to them as “dem doggy bwoys”. Grandma tries her best to convince the Swamp Folk to cease their attacks on the Wolves or at least limit them, and sometimes she is successful. Although keen to give the Wolves a helping hand, Grandma’s philosophy is all about balance. She is a mother-earth figure of the Banks, and dislikes the idea of one faction overtaking Broken Banks entirely, and disapproves of Darwin’s expansion and multiple territories throughout the area. Sometimes she will refuse to treat Wolf Soldiers altogether, or even aid the other side. Grandma keeps this to herself.
History: Grandma’s birth started a civil war amongst the Natives. A child baring no disfigurements born to two Swamp Folk – the dumber considered it a curse, whilst the smarter saw it as a good omen. The resulting battle claimed many of their number, including Grandma’s parents, who fought on opposite sides. So many died that the remaining few were unsure of what the parents had named the child – Lucy or Lucille. So Lucy/Lucille grew up with two names, in hiding from the faction of Natives who wanted her dead.
The in-fighting didn’t stop until Lucy/Lucille hit early teens. By then, the Swamp Folk had been forced to abduct doctors from the mainland to deal with the casualties – they were dying faster than they could breed. Lucy/Lucille would watch from the shadows, intrigued. Soon, she would do more than watch. Some of the captives took pity on the child and let her help. They even taught her how to talk (or at least improved her understanding of how to do so). Lucy/Lucille learned at an almost supernatural rate, and soon she was proficient enough in medicine to treat the Natives herself. They no longer needed to abduct doctors. So Lucy/Lucille was finally accepted almost unanimously by the Natives, or at least tolerated. In time, she earned the nickname “Grandma”, due to the fact that she had been there so long.
Details of Grandma’s family are sketchy at best, and she likes it that way. Whilst Native breeding practises are (thankfully) unknown, it is rumoured that Grandma has fathered numerous children with multiple natives. The influence she (occasionally) has over their activities may be due to blood ties, although some of the Swamp Folk undoubtedly perceive her as a kind of demi-goddess, or worse still a demon. Grandma continued to work as a doctor into her dotage.
Over the years, Grandma slowly went blind. It seemed she wasn’t the perfect child of two Natives after all. She prepared for the cataracts, and made sure she was the best damn doctor she could be before the inevitable happened. The Natives needed her. So Grandma healed the way she had always healed – on instinct. Due to the Natives’ habit of killing non-locals, she rarely got any humans to practise on. Those who were captured, she would patch up and make sure they were as comfy as possible. Grandma figured one body was much like another. She’d be fine.
With the blindness came a quiet determination not to be a victim. Grandma deliberately distanced herself from her Native brethren, and “retired” to Nag. The old woman found herself a quiet Pulowski preservation shelter – it had all the room she needed and provided the perfect sanctuary from the violent sound of waves crashing onto the Banks. The Natives would often journey there to consult Grandma for advice –e.g. settling disputes, treating wounds etc. And so, Grandma spent her days pottering about the Nag pier, and her nights encased soundly within a metal coffin.
Then came the Wolves. Grandma was so excited. Not only had her own kind come to the Banks, but they had carved out a foothold. A home of their own. Grandma could not wait to meet them, but did not wish to scare the newcomers. When she approached Darwin and the Wolves, she did so as a simple wise-woman, and made no mention of her connection with the natives. Although slow to trust, the Wolves eventually accepted Grandma’s medical assistance, and she soon had a long line of injured lining up at her shelter. Due to the high volume, Grandma trained others, and gave some of the Wolves a rudimentary understanding in the art of medicine (even if it was just knowing when to give a patient Jet and when to give them Med-X).
Grandma came to be disillusioned with Darwin overtime. It became obvious that he was not merely building a home, but carving out a territory, and one getting bigger each day. Wolves were driving Natives from their home, exterminating them in vast numbers. This was genocide. Grandma had been unsuccessful in persuading the Natives not to fight the new tribe. Perhaps she would have better luck with the Wolves. It was only a matter of time before she was forced to play her hand. When the truth was out that Grandma was Native born, she was chased out of Nag. The Wolves were suspicious of her, and those who guarded Nag had always thought she was strange anyway – now Grandma was a native, and nothing but.
Grandma’s retaliation was a slow one. She directed the Natives raids on the mainlands. Casualties didn’t matter. All that mattered is that the Wolves whom she had trained in first aid and medicine were slain – and they were. What Grandma giveth, Grandma taketh away. From the furthest reach of the Wetlands, Grandma dwelled, spitefully imagining the Wolves suffering without the gift she had given them.
Over time, Grandma’s soft heart could not stop her from revisiting Nag. At first, she was a prisoner of the Wolves there. Then, when their kin were a surgeon’s knife away from death, they called on her yet again. Blood flows like rain in the Banks, and whilst it flows freely, there will always be need for someone like Grandma.
Grandma is a strange friend and some-time enemy to the Wolves. She is a free spirit, and although her home is still in Nag, she generally goes where she likes, especially when looking for medical supplies. Whilst most Wolves understand that Grandma has little or no say over the actions of the Natives, many still regard her with suspicions and take treatment from her reluctantly.
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