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by Sanctity Thu Nov 01, 2012 8:41 pm==Basic Information==
Name: "Sanctity"
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Unicorn
Occupation: Hunter
==Physical Description==
Picture:
![Sanctity [UNICORN] [COMPLETE] SanctityV](https://2img.net/h/i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o789/ActualZero/sanctityV.png)
(Picture by Collateral Damage.)
Coat Colour: Charcoal Grey
Mane and Tail Colour: Light Cream
Eye Colour: Ice Blue
Cutie Mark: Four Bloodied Hoof-prints
==Personality==
Sanctity is a rather calm, quiet pony. When he speaks, he tends to do so relatively tersely, being blunt and to the point. Of course, that doesn't mean he's unfriendly, far from it, he just doesn't speak much. Don't mistake that for stoicism though, he just hasn't really got a way with words, growing up amongst the worst of the worst doesn't really lend itself to an education. Social situations are something he never really accustomed himself to, and boy, does it show. He'll make faux pas' aplenty, and generally make a fool of himself if he is forced outside of his normal zones of interaction.
Whilst he would like to think he is calm under pressure, he is most undoubtedly wrong, he just happens to be used to things other ponies might consider a challenge. When put under pressure, he tends to become skittish, looking to appease the ingrained "Fight or flight" response that most ponies without wills of steel fall back on. Being a small, agile pony, he tends to choose the latter.
His... Upbringing, if you could call it that, has left him a complete and utter mess internally. He tries his best to suppress the distasteful nature that growing up amongst his old friends, desperately trying to distance himself from them and what they stand for, but he still carries a few burdens from living with them. He has a sadistic streak a mile wide and hates himself so much for it. He tends towards paranoia about his past, covering his cutie mark, never talking about his childhood, and generally trying to avoid suspicion as much as possible.
==History==
He was a raider pony. There, it is, black and white. And, oh god, does he regret it.
He had been a raider for as long as he could remember. He had been born with them, he'd fought with them, and he was damn sure he'd die with them one day. How he came into the group was, well, hazy to say the least. He never knew his mother, or his father, so the only familly he had were his "Blood Brothers", the colts and fillys he's grown up with. Together they had played as children, they had scavenged, burgled and looted together as teens, and as adults, they assaulted, murdered and tortured together.
Hell, he'd even got his cutie mark, the four bloodied hoof-prints when they were tracking a caravan together. From that day on, he'd always been their groups tracker, rather befitting his name "Hunter Killer"
But, as he grew older, things began to feel wrong to him. He still loved it all, the death screams of ponies, the chortling laughter of his buddies, all of the "stuff" that they fought and killed for. But... He started to feel like this was somehow wrong. Like he didn't belong here, doing this.
There was no dramatic crescendo, no attempting to stop some horrific act, no valliant shout. He didn't even say a tearful goodbye to his companions. The real world wasn't like that. He just realised what he had done, the horrors he had caused, and broke down.
The next night, he set off alone, carrying only what was his as he slunk away into the murky blackness of the night, promising himself a fresh start. Not as Hunter Killer, but as Sanctity.
==SPECIAL==
Strength:5 (+1 Extra Special)
Perception:6
Endurance:6
Charisma:4
Intelligence:6
Agility:10 (+1 - Small Frame) (+1 Extra Special)
Luck:6
==Secondary Attributes==
Health: 182
DT: 1
AP: 41
RM: 4
Crit Threshold: 95
Botch Threshold: 5
Dodge: 30 (+5)
==Skills==
Alchemy: (zebras only)
Barter: 18
Energy Weapons: 22
Explosives: 22
Guns: 55 [TAG]
Lockpick: 22
Magic: 40 [TAG]
Medicine: 22
Melee: 20
Repair: 22
Science: 22
Sneak: 61 [TAG]
Speech: 18
Survival: 45
Unarmed: 22
==Racial Attributes==
==Traits==
==Perks==
None.
==Inventory==
==Spells==
-Telekinesis
-Light
-Detection: Heartbeats
Name: "Sanctity"
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Unicorn
Occupation: Hunter
==Physical Description==
Picture:
(Picture by Collateral Damage.)
Coat Colour: Charcoal Grey
Mane and Tail Colour: Light Cream
Eye Colour: Ice Blue
Cutie Mark: Four Bloodied Hoof-prints
==Personality==
Sanctity is a rather calm, quiet pony. When he speaks, he tends to do so relatively tersely, being blunt and to the point. Of course, that doesn't mean he's unfriendly, far from it, he just doesn't speak much. Don't mistake that for stoicism though, he just hasn't really got a way with words, growing up amongst the worst of the worst doesn't really lend itself to an education. Social situations are something he never really accustomed himself to, and boy, does it show. He'll make faux pas' aplenty, and generally make a fool of himself if he is forced outside of his normal zones of interaction.
Whilst he would like to think he is calm under pressure, he is most undoubtedly wrong, he just happens to be used to things other ponies might consider a challenge. When put under pressure, he tends to become skittish, looking to appease the ingrained "Fight or flight" response that most ponies without wills of steel fall back on. Being a small, agile pony, he tends to choose the latter.
His... Upbringing, if you could call it that, has left him a complete and utter mess internally. He tries his best to suppress the distasteful nature that growing up amongst his old friends, desperately trying to distance himself from them and what they stand for, but he still carries a few burdens from living with them. He has a sadistic streak a mile wide and hates himself so much for it. He tends towards paranoia about his past, covering his cutie mark, never talking about his childhood, and generally trying to avoid suspicion as much as possible.
==History==
He was a raider pony. There, it is, black and white. And, oh god, does he regret it.
He had been a raider for as long as he could remember. He had been born with them, he'd fought with them, and he was damn sure he'd die with them one day. How he came into the group was, well, hazy to say the least. He never knew his mother, or his father, so the only familly he had were his "Blood Brothers", the colts and fillys he's grown up with. Together they had played as children, they had scavenged, burgled and looted together as teens, and as adults, they assaulted, murdered and tortured together.
Hell, he'd even got his cutie mark, the four bloodied hoof-prints when they were tracking a caravan together. From that day on, he'd always been their groups tracker, rather befitting his name "Hunter Killer"
But, as he grew older, things began to feel wrong to him. He still loved it all, the death screams of ponies, the chortling laughter of his buddies, all of the "stuff" that they fought and killed for. But... He started to feel like this was somehow wrong. Like he didn't belong here, doing this.
There was no dramatic crescendo, no attempting to stop some horrific act, no valliant shout. He didn't even say a tearful goodbye to his companions. The real world wasn't like that. He just realised what he had done, the horrors he had caused, and broke down.
The next night, he set off alone, carrying only what was his as he slunk away into the murky blackness of the night, promising himself a fresh start. Not as Hunter Killer, but as Sanctity.
==SPECIAL==
Strength:5 (+1 Extra Special)
Perception:6
Endurance:6
Charisma:4
Intelligence:6
Agility:10 (+1 - Small Frame) (+1 Extra Special)
Luck:6
==Secondary Attributes==
Health: 182
DT: 1
AP: 41
RM: 4
Crit Threshold: 95
Botch Threshold: 5
Dodge: 30 (+5)
==Skills==
Barter: 18
Energy Weapons: 22
Explosives: 22
Guns: 55 [TAG]
Lockpick: 22
Magic: 40 [TAG]
Medicine: 22
Melee: 20
Repair: 22
Science: 22
Sneak: 61 [TAG]
Speech: 18
Survival: 45
Unarmed: 22
==Racial Attributes==
- Natural DT: 1
- Natural unarmed damage: 0
- Can learn Equestrian martial arts.
- Not Just for Popping Balloons: Have access to the Magic skill.
- No Strings Attached: Capable of short-range magical levitation, allowing you to manipulate objects without physical contact. Levitating a weapon reduces its Strength requirement by 1.
- Sharp as a Tack: Can increase Intelligence to 12 via perks.
==Traits==
- Small Frame: You gain +1 Agility, but you have 30 points less health.
- Trigger Discipline: Your attacks with guns and energy weapons cost 1 more AP but gain a +5 bonus on attack rolls with guns or energy weapons.
==Perks==
None.
==Inventory==
- A Silenced .22 "WatchColt" Pistol (Damage: 9 – Crit: ×6 – AP cost: 5)
- A 9mm pistol (Damage: 16 – Crit: ×2 – AP cost: 5)
- A knife (Damage: 8+Strength – Crit: ×2 – AP cost: 4)
- Tattered Cloak (Standard Clothing)
- 308 caps
==Spells==
-Telekinesis
-Light
-Detection: Heartbeats
Last edited by Sanctity on Mon Dec 17, 2012 3:16 pm; edited 19 times in total (Reason for editing : New picture courtesy of Collateral Damage)
