NAME: Peck

Age: 32

Sex: Male

Race: White

Class: Near-Poverty

Profession: Scavenger

Disposition: Jerk

Faction(s): None



Peck’s life hasn’t been easy. In fact, it’s quite often been the exact opposite of easy; which is to say that it’s been hard.

The first thing Peck remembers clearly is gouging out the eyes of the wild dog that had just eaten his mother with the knife his father had been planning to give him as a gift for his ninth birthday that very afternoon. Suffice to say, things didn’t really improve for Peck from that point, since dear old dad managed to get himself rabies in the attack and had Peck lock him in the cellar for his own good. Three days had passed before Peck’s dad stopped screaming incoherently and Peck took another two to build up the courage to actually go back into the cellar to get something to eat. Peck discovered two things down there, the first being that slamming your head in a wall multiple times is not conducive to being alive and the second being that preserved food only stays preserved if a rabid man doesn’t smash all the jars and cans it was being preserved in.

Young, hungry and armed with a bowie knife, Peck knew that the only way he was going to make it was to go out of the house and find something to eat. Failing that, he quickly discovered that by finding random things and selling them, he could make money which then in turn could be exchanged for things to eat. Of course, finding stuff that people wanted to buy wasn’t easy, Peck had to lie, steal and sometimes even fight for every little thing he ever got his hands on and none of that ever came easy. However, for every twang of guilt that Peck ever felt, Peck knew that in this dog-eat-mom world that if he didn’t push it down and get stuff done, he would end up dead or worse.

Peck isn’t a nice guy by any means of the word, which is not to say that he’s a raging asshole. Instead, he prefers to keep his distance from other people, because he’s somewhat insecure and shy. He also knows that if he needs to ditch or betray people, its just way easier to do to someone with whom you don’t really connect with. He’s done it several times before and it’s only one of many things that he’s done in his life that he’s not proud of.

Peck’s appearance is that of someone who’s lived a hard life, which is to say that he’s ugly. He’s covered pretty much head to toe with scars and calluses from his years of digging through piles of scrap and being shot at by everyone under the sun. This hasn’t stopped Peck from developing enough of a sense of how to butter people up to get them to do what he wants and usually keeps people from being too descriptive of him when he manages to make off with their cash in the dead of night.




SPEED = 10




Intelligence: 3
Resolve: 1

Strength: 2
Dexterity: 3
Stamina: 2

Presence: 1
Manipulation: 3
Composure: 2



Academics : 0
Computer : 0
Crafts : 0
Investigation : 0
Medicine : 1
Religion/Knowledge: 0
Politics : 0
Science: 0


Athletics : 0
Brawl : 0
Drive/Pilot : 0
Firearms : 3
Larceny : 0
Stealth :3
Survival : 4
Weaponry: 0


Animal ken : 0
Empathy : 0
Intimidation : 0
Persuasion : 3
Socialize : 0
Streetwise : 4
Subterfuge: 4

MERITS (should not exceed 7)

Common Sense +4
Danger Sense +2
Natural Immunity +1



(list flaws here if any)