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by Wisteria Mon Feb 04, 2013 1:34 am==Basic Information==
Name: Taint
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Race: Mutated (Tainted) Unicorn
Occupation: Mercenary (lit. Assassin for Hire)
==Physical Description==
Coat Colour: Pure White
Mane and Tail Colour: Electric Blue (Flame, Connects to Tail)
Eye Colour: White (Blue Aura)
Cutie Mark: Electric Blue ‘T’
==Personality==
-Taint is a changed mare, no matter the circumstances. Everywhere she goes, she is shunned and feared by all beings. There is little comfort to be found for one such as her, and only a few beings, pony or otherwise, have shown her a shred of decency.
-She is an angry character, prone to fits of terrible rage and acts of violence. She would be considered a raider, except for her profound dislike of unmitigated acts of extreme torture and/or murder. Despite this, she is a somewhat known assassin for hire, and will kill and/or torture victims without the slightest guilt.
-She is also a promiscuous mare, tending to spend the night with a partner of either sex (usually female) after every job. Once she violently kissed a nearby mare, culminating in oral sex, directly after barbequing a target in the same bar. (the victim fell in love after she left)
-However, she has a tender spot in her heart for a special mare named Nail. She is her on again, off again lover, and though the two have been apart for over a year, they still act the same way every time they meet. They start with awkward kissing, followed by domination by Taint, and culminate in soft, passionate kisses and cuddling. Sometimes, Nail’s second personality, Rust, takes over, and the roles are reversed, much to Taint’s secret delight.
-Taint admires only one stallion, a strange, Frankenstein-looking earth pony named Insanity.
-To the rest of the wastes, she feels apathetic towards. She will begin by ignoring anypony who approaches her while she is disguised. If the idiot persists, she will begin to get annoyed, and will usually insult the pony. If the pony/griffin/dragon/ghoul/whatever continues to annoy, she will attack them. If they make the mistake of getting angry and insulting her, she will whip off her cloak, burst into flame, and either scare them away or roast them alive.
-She has a short fuse and anger issues.
==History==
I am still in the midst of determining this character’s backstory. I have two possible histories for why she is the way she is. I will paste them both.
(Version 1)
-The radiation burned as it swept over her. She screamed in agony as the neon blue fire spread over every inch of her body, frying every nerve. The rainbow glop poured continuously onto her body, rapidly filling the tank. Her skin warped and burned, and ugly tumors grew to monstrous proportions on her body. Then, with a resounding pop, her body exploded, and pasted the twisted remains of her face against the glass walls.
-And that was the last that Starshine ever saw of her mother. She cried into the arms of her older brother even as her mother’s remains were burned from existence by the unfeeling bot. A small scrap of ash floated into the cage, and landed on her. Her stomach clenched, and she expelled the pitiful contents of her stomach into her brother’s lap.
-The artificial, hysterical voice of the robot doctor raged from the control booth. Another failure, another test subject needed. A shriek went up from the far cage as a young foal was ripped from her mother’s hooves and tossed unceremoniously into the tub. Starshine heard the crack of the infant’s neck as it died, but the doctor either didn’t notice, or didn’t care.
-The worn metal tub was once again treated to the flare of the radiation flamer, and the unending splash of the rainbow Taint. When the tub cleared, a small, grotesque hunk of meat lay pitifully at the bottom. The mother’s shriek of alarm slowly bled to a ululating hoarse cry. Another failure, another test subject needed.
-As another poor wretch was dragged screaming into the tub, a small number clicked in the tally above the viewing window. 9871. The fires burned a horrible blue, and the screams eventually stopped. Another failure, another subject needed. 9872. Another failure. 9873. Another needed. 9874.
-Eventually, the day ended. The tub was drained of goo and carcasses, and the flamers died down to brilliant pilot lights. The prisoners were roughly dragged from the cages, and shuttled down a long, pristine hallway to the putrid-smelling kitchen.
-There, they were force-fed the twisted remains of the filly. The mother cracked, and began to struggle. That horrible happy voice immediately crackled into life as the bots began to crowd the fighting mare.
-Naughty, naughty! All good ponies eat their Ministry of Morale approved din-din! The ones who don’t are bad. Baddy McBaderson! The happy-go-lucky recording issued from a tinny speaker behind a carving of a horribly pink mare with wide, staring eyes and a creepy grin. Bad ponies get punished! Good ponies get cake!
-There was the unmistakable sound of rending flesh as the distraught mare was torn to pieces. The bits of flesh were tossed into a machine, which rumbled and groaned, and spat the flesh back out, now covered in pink frosting and decorated with a single lit candle.
-Now blow out the candle and make a wish!
-Several more ponies began to scream and rant at the oppressive, demented machines, and they too were turned to “cake”. The others gave little acknowledgement to the horrendous display, obediently devouring the dessert with wide, vacant eyes.
-Starshine looked through tearstained eyes at Tetherball. His mouth was a grim line as he forced himself to take a bite of the meat. Since he was doing it, she glumly popped a shred into her mouth. She chewed slowly, trying her best to ignore the raw flavor and the upset tummy it gave her.
-After “dinner”, the remaining subjects were ushered into the holding pens. Luckily, tonight the siblings were crammed into a small pen with only two others. Last night, it had been so cramped that everypony had to stand. And before that, she had been separated from Mama and Tetherball.
-But tonight, she snuggled against her haggard brother, and tried to take his advice and get some fitful sleep. But the constant sound of wretched ponies, crying and screaming and vomiting, along with the occasional radio message from the doctor, made the thought of sleep impossible.
-From several pens over came the unmistakable sound of a pony being raped. Even in as oppressive a place as this, some ponies found ways to make it worse. From the sounds, the unlucky victim was a male. Young too, judging from the panicked screams and cries for his mother.
-Starshine just tuned everything out as she burrowed her head into her brother’s chest. His slow heartbeat calmed her, and she sunk into a stupor that was almost like sleep but not quite. His heart, slow and steady, sounded just like Papa’s.
-Papa had been the first to go after they were captured. He had been, in the words of the doctor, “an almost success”. He had been transformed into a misshapen monster, barely pony-like. The doctor had put him down minutes later, but not before the monster looked at Mama and roared a scream of pure torture. The sound still echoed in Starshine’s head, making her shudder.
-She tried to think of a happier time. As far back as she could remember, she had once lived on a small farmstead. Her parents were from Hope, and they had been able to eke out a living from a small garden, from which grew sickly squash and stringy beans.
-It had been a harsh, yet peaceful life, and she remembered running around the small, squalid house, chased by Tetherball. Unfortunately, her parents weren’t the best fighters, so when the raiders attacked, they were all captured. But they were not killed.
-Turns out, the doctor had somehow influenced the raiders into procuring “subjects” for him to experiment on. The crazed bot then had Starshine and her family moved to his labs in an old M.o.M. facility. That had been a week ago.
-She tossed and turned restlessly, her stomach queasy. Not surprising, considering what she had eaten. Her brother wrapped his hooves around her, shushing her gently. She felt his muscles tense, and looked up into his face. He had his eyes closed in pain, but opened them at the sound of her unhappy murmur.
-He gave her a small, strained smile, his dull, unwashed coat splitting to show his crooked and yellowed teeth. His limp mane hung long around his putrid shoulders. He began to sing a lullaby, one that Mama used to sing.
-Hush now, quite now… She gradually closed her eyes and sunk into a much-needed sleep, her brother’s yellowing eyes the last thing she saw.
-After only a few hours, the day began again. The screams, the torture, the steadily increasing numbers and smell of burning flesh. The cannibalistic meal, which she was shocked to find didn’t actually taste half bad. The “cake”.
-And another sleepless night curled next to her brother. Their “batch” was almost done. Tomorrow would be their end, one way or the other. She pushed her face harder into his flank, almost as if she could climb inside him. She couldn’t cry anymore, and the trace radiation was wreaking havoc in her gut.
-All she felt was her brother’s strong spirit, his weakening body, and his inexplicably yellow eyes boring into her.
-The next day, as she sat in the cage, waiting apathetically for the end, he attacked her. It happened suddenly. One minute she was in his arms, the next she was on the ground, and he was trying to devour her. She screamed and cried, her mind cracking under the pressure.
-After all this shit, and to now go through this. She was covered in a multitude of bite marks and scratches. She bucked and screeched, trying to fight the large stallion off of her. Then, a robotic claw grasped her leg, and she was dragged from her insane sibling and flung unceremoniously into the tub.
-She felt the flames broil her skin, and the heavy, acid-like goo cover her. She felt indescribable agony. It lasted for an eternity, Tartarus on earth, and then, all at once, the pain went away.
-She felt a light, warm wind upon her back, and felt a tingling around her cutie mark. Her eyes slowly cracked open, and she found herself staring through the melted glass wall at the robot that had performed all of those horrible experiments.
-Eureka! He exclaimed. Subject number 9891. Combination: Radiation, Flux, Compound 627a and Tone 4. Experiment complete success. Subject codename: Taint.
-She barely heard the doctor, instead feeling a horrible rage build up inside of her. It filled her with a burning flame of pure hatred. Hotter and hotter it burned, until it seemed that the air itself was going to ignite.
-The doctor suddenly stopped mid rant as a blaring klaxon sounded through the laboratory. Danger signs popped up on a few screens behind him as the assorted papers on the floor caught flame. There was a flash, and everything turned to light.
-Starshine woke up suddenly, her heart beating recklessly. She gazed at the dark horizon and breathed a sigh of relief. It had been over a month since that day. She had woken up outside the M.o.M. building, which was burning. She had discovered that her mane and tail had been turned to blue flame, and her pale coat had slid into pure white. Her cute star cutie mark had been turned into a strange neon blue ‘T’, and her eyes glowed with a blue light.
-She had learned to control her flames, lowering them until she looked bald. Then, she clothed herself in a long, silver robe made of a shiny, fireproof material. She began roaming the wastes, trying to live with her newfound powers and her uncontrollable anger and destructive activities.
-She eventually found companionship in a raider-like mare with amnesia. Taint named her Nail after her railroad spike cutie mark. The two shared a submissive/dominant relationship, with the angry Taint’s personality easily overpowering the nervous and Fluttershy-like ex-raider’s.
(Version 2)
-Born an abomination, her parents were slavers. Nopony knows why she was born bald, with nearly transparent pupils, and her parents were too preoccupied to care. Her foalhood was normal for the wasteland, a lot of moving about with occasional bouts of shooting. At first, the other slavers avoided her, thinking that poor Taint, named for her tainted appearance, was a monster. Being bald was unattractive.
-Eventually, they grew used to her, and ignored her. She grew up cold and vicious, watching as her parents and family die at the hands of desperate ponies over the years. By the time she was barely a mare (18), she was all alone. She spent the next few years surviving by doing odd jobs here and there.
-One of those jobs involved searching for scrap in the irradiated ruins of Lower Manehatten. Over the years she had noticed that her brief interactions with radiation had had no adverse effects, and was not too surprised to find that, like a ghoul, it healed her, although not as fast or as much.
-She began the job, starting on the edge of the city and quickly delving into the heavier pockets of radiation. She quickly realized that there were some adverse effects of continuous contact, and she began to develop minor radiation poisoning.
-However, she learned of an artifact dropped into the crater itself a few years back. The reward for the dangerous delve was steep, and she was possibly the only one able to get it.
-Quickly, for she was afraid that a ghoul would snatch it first, she made her way to the crater. It took her way longer than was safe to find the object, an amulet of massive power. Unfortunately, a band of delving ghouls jumped her, knocking her out, stealing the treasure and leaving her for dead.
-She awoke several hours later with extremely painful cramps. As she whimpered and curled in pain, she became aware that she had a lethal dose of radiation. As the world faded to black, she failed to notice her already pale coat fading to a snow-white palette.
-Suddenly, she caught fire, bursting forth like a super-nova. She gasped and found hidden strength erupt through her, eradicating her pain. She rose from the ashes of her old life, reborn as the new and improved Taint, fiery mare of the Wastes.
-As life went on, she learned to control her flames, shortening her fiery, interconnected mane and tail to nearly nothing. She could then wear a silvery-colored fireproof blanket as a cloak and hood, to cover her now Nightmarish appearance. Conversely, she could also erupt her flames, becoming a blue fountain of fire, erupting hundreds of feet into the sky and up to thirty feet in all directions.
-It was when she met her lover Nail that she realized that, similar to changing the size of her fire, she could also control the heat of it, allowing her to sate her sexual desires upon the submissive mare without hurting her.
==SPECIAL==
Strength: 5
Perception: 6
Endurance: 6
Charisma: 7
Intelligence: 5
Agility: 5
Luck: 6
==Secondary Attributes==
Health: 190
DT: 4
AP: 30
RM: 6
Crit Threshold: 95
Botch Threshold: 5
Dodge: 15
==Skills==
Barter: 24
Energy Weapons: 22
Explosives: 22
Guns: 20
Lockpick: 22
Magic: 20
Medicine: 20
Melee: 20
Repair: 20
Science: 20
Sneak: 35 [TAG!]
Speech: 24
Survival: 37 [TAG!]
Unarmed: 37 [TAG!]
==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.
SPECIAL ABILITY
-Fiery Mare of Destruction: Mane and Tail made of Blue Fire. Can blast fire up to 100 feet in the air, 30 feet in all directions except down for 30 seconds or 3 rounds. Can also draw in flames for 1 week or six hours under duress (120 seconds or 12 rounds in combat)
==Traits==
-Intimidating Presence: You have a powerful, unsettling presence. Some NPCs may be more careful about what they do or say around you so as not to arouse your ire, but you take a -1 penalty to RM.
-Radiation/Birth Mutation: Due to reasons yet unknown, you have developed the ability to heal minor wounds when doused in radiation. However, you are not a ghoul, and therefore can still get radiation poisoning if irradiated for too long.
-Minor Rad Poisoning: +2 HP per round, no negative effects
-Advanced Rad Poisoning: +7 HP per round, no negative effects
-Critical Rad Poisoning: +11 HP per round, Minor Rad Poisoning Effects
-Deadly Rad Poisoning: +15 HP per round, Advanced Rad Poisoning Effects
-1250 Rads: +10 HP per round, Critical Rad Poisoning Effects
-1500 Rads: +5 HP per round, Deadly Rad Poisoning Effects
==Perks==
==Inventory==
-9mm Pistol
-Knife
-Reflective Silver Fireproof Blanket (Impromptu Cloak and Hood) DT: 0 [Does not protect from high heat levels, only minor fires and/or small amounts of extreme heat]
-300 caps
==Spells==
-Telekinesis
-Light
Name: Taint
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Race: Mutated (Tainted) Unicorn
Occupation: Mercenary (lit. Assassin for Hire)
==Physical Description==
Coat Colour: Pure White
Mane and Tail Colour: Electric Blue (Flame, Connects to Tail)
Eye Colour: White (Blue Aura)
Cutie Mark: Electric Blue ‘T’
==Personality==
-Taint is a changed mare, no matter the circumstances. Everywhere she goes, she is shunned and feared by all beings. There is little comfort to be found for one such as her, and only a few beings, pony or otherwise, have shown her a shred of decency.
-She is an angry character, prone to fits of terrible rage and acts of violence. She would be considered a raider, except for her profound dislike of unmitigated acts of extreme torture and/or murder. Despite this, she is a somewhat known assassin for hire, and will kill and/or torture victims without the slightest guilt.
-She is also a promiscuous mare, tending to spend the night with a partner of either sex (usually female) after every job. Once she violently kissed a nearby mare, culminating in oral sex, directly after barbequing a target in the same bar. (the victim fell in love after she left)
-However, she has a tender spot in her heart for a special mare named Nail. She is her on again, off again lover, and though the two have been apart for over a year, they still act the same way every time they meet. They start with awkward kissing, followed by domination by Taint, and culminate in soft, passionate kisses and cuddling. Sometimes, Nail’s second personality, Rust, takes over, and the roles are reversed, much to Taint’s secret delight.
-Taint admires only one stallion, a strange, Frankenstein-looking earth pony named Insanity.
-To the rest of the wastes, she feels apathetic towards. She will begin by ignoring anypony who approaches her while she is disguised. If the idiot persists, she will begin to get annoyed, and will usually insult the pony. If the pony/griffin/dragon/ghoul/whatever continues to annoy, she will attack them. If they make the mistake of getting angry and insulting her, she will whip off her cloak, burst into flame, and either scare them away or roast them alive.
-She has a short fuse and anger issues.
==History==
I am still in the midst of determining this character’s backstory. I have two possible histories for why she is the way she is. I will paste them both.
(Version 1)
-The radiation burned as it swept over her. She screamed in agony as the neon blue fire spread over every inch of her body, frying every nerve. The rainbow glop poured continuously onto her body, rapidly filling the tank. Her skin warped and burned, and ugly tumors grew to monstrous proportions on her body. Then, with a resounding pop, her body exploded, and pasted the twisted remains of her face against the glass walls.
-And that was the last that Starshine ever saw of her mother. She cried into the arms of her older brother even as her mother’s remains were burned from existence by the unfeeling bot. A small scrap of ash floated into the cage, and landed on her. Her stomach clenched, and she expelled the pitiful contents of her stomach into her brother’s lap.
-The artificial, hysterical voice of the robot doctor raged from the control booth. Another failure, another test subject needed. A shriek went up from the far cage as a young foal was ripped from her mother’s hooves and tossed unceremoniously into the tub. Starshine heard the crack of the infant’s neck as it died, but the doctor either didn’t notice, or didn’t care.
-The worn metal tub was once again treated to the flare of the radiation flamer, and the unending splash of the rainbow Taint. When the tub cleared, a small, grotesque hunk of meat lay pitifully at the bottom. The mother’s shriek of alarm slowly bled to a ululating hoarse cry. Another failure, another test subject needed.
-As another poor wretch was dragged screaming into the tub, a small number clicked in the tally above the viewing window. 9871. The fires burned a horrible blue, and the screams eventually stopped. Another failure, another subject needed. 9872. Another failure. 9873. Another needed. 9874.
-Eventually, the day ended. The tub was drained of goo and carcasses, and the flamers died down to brilliant pilot lights. The prisoners were roughly dragged from the cages, and shuttled down a long, pristine hallway to the putrid-smelling kitchen.
-There, they were force-fed the twisted remains of the filly. The mother cracked, and began to struggle. That horrible happy voice immediately crackled into life as the bots began to crowd the fighting mare.
-Naughty, naughty! All good ponies eat their Ministry of Morale approved din-din! The ones who don’t are bad. Baddy McBaderson! The happy-go-lucky recording issued from a tinny speaker behind a carving of a horribly pink mare with wide, staring eyes and a creepy grin. Bad ponies get punished! Good ponies get cake!
-There was the unmistakable sound of rending flesh as the distraught mare was torn to pieces. The bits of flesh were tossed into a machine, which rumbled and groaned, and spat the flesh back out, now covered in pink frosting and decorated with a single lit candle.
-Now blow out the candle and make a wish!
-Several more ponies began to scream and rant at the oppressive, demented machines, and they too were turned to “cake”. The others gave little acknowledgement to the horrendous display, obediently devouring the dessert with wide, vacant eyes.
-Starshine looked through tearstained eyes at Tetherball. His mouth was a grim line as he forced himself to take a bite of the meat. Since he was doing it, she glumly popped a shred into her mouth. She chewed slowly, trying her best to ignore the raw flavor and the upset tummy it gave her.
-After “dinner”, the remaining subjects were ushered into the holding pens. Luckily, tonight the siblings were crammed into a small pen with only two others. Last night, it had been so cramped that everypony had to stand. And before that, she had been separated from Mama and Tetherball.
-But tonight, she snuggled against her haggard brother, and tried to take his advice and get some fitful sleep. But the constant sound of wretched ponies, crying and screaming and vomiting, along with the occasional radio message from the doctor, made the thought of sleep impossible.
-From several pens over came the unmistakable sound of a pony being raped. Even in as oppressive a place as this, some ponies found ways to make it worse. From the sounds, the unlucky victim was a male. Young too, judging from the panicked screams and cries for his mother.
-Starshine just tuned everything out as she burrowed her head into her brother’s chest. His slow heartbeat calmed her, and she sunk into a stupor that was almost like sleep but not quite. His heart, slow and steady, sounded just like Papa’s.
-Papa had been the first to go after they were captured. He had been, in the words of the doctor, “an almost success”. He had been transformed into a misshapen monster, barely pony-like. The doctor had put him down minutes later, but not before the monster looked at Mama and roared a scream of pure torture. The sound still echoed in Starshine’s head, making her shudder.
-She tried to think of a happier time. As far back as she could remember, she had once lived on a small farmstead. Her parents were from Hope, and they had been able to eke out a living from a small garden, from which grew sickly squash and stringy beans.
-It had been a harsh, yet peaceful life, and she remembered running around the small, squalid house, chased by Tetherball. Unfortunately, her parents weren’t the best fighters, so when the raiders attacked, they were all captured. But they were not killed.
-Turns out, the doctor had somehow influenced the raiders into procuring “subjects” for him to experiment on. The crazed bot then had Starshine and her family moved to his labs in an old M.o.M. facility. That had been a week ago.
-She tossed and turned restlessly, her stomach queasy. Not surprising, considering what she had eaten. Her brother wrapped his hooves around her, shushing her gently. She felt his muscles tense, and looked up into his face. He had his eyes closed in pain, but opened them at the sound of her unhappy murmur.
-He gave her a small, strained smile, his dull, unwashed coat splitting to show his crooked and yellowed teeth. His limp mane hung long around his putrid shoulders. He began to sing a lullaby, one that Mama used to sing.
-Hush now, quite now… She gradually closed her eyes and sunk into a much-needed sleep, her brother’s yellowing eyes the last thing she saw.
-After only a few hours, the day began again. The screams, the torture, the steadily increasing numbers and smell of burning flesh. The cannibalistic meal, which she was shocked to find didn’t actually taste half bad. The “cake”.
-And another sleepless night curled next to her brother. Their “batch” was almost done. Tomorrow would be their end, one way or the other. She pushed her face harder into his flank, almost as if she could climb inside him. She couldn’t cry anymore, and the trace radiation was wreaking havoc in her gut.
-All she felt was her brother’s strong spirit, his weakening body, and his inexplicably yellow eyes boring into her.
-The next day, as she sat in the cage, waiting apathetically for the end, he attacked her. It happened suddenly. One minute she was in his arms, the next she was on the ground, and he was trying to devour her. She screamed and cried, her mind cracking under the pressure.
-After all this shit, and to now go through this. She was covered in a multitude of bite marks and scratches. She bucked and screeched, trying to fight the large stallion off of her. Then, a robotic claw grasped her leg, and she was dragged from her insane sibling and flung unceremoniously into the tub.
-She felt the flames broil her skin, and the heavy, acid-like goo cover her. She felt indescribable agony. It lasted for an eternity, Tartarus on earth, and then, all at once, the pain went away.
-She felt a light, warm wind upon her back, and felt a tingling around her cutie mark. Her eyes slowly cracked open, and she found herself staring through the melted glass wall at the robot that had performed all of those horrible experiments.
-Eureka! He exclaimed. Subject number 9891. Combination: Radiation, Flux, Compound 627a and Tone 4. Experiment complete success. Subject codename: Taint.
-She barely heard the doctor, instead feeling a horrible rage build up inside of her. It filled her with a burning flame of pure hatred. Hotter and hotter it burned, until it seemed that the air itself was going to ignite.
-The doctor suddenly stopped mid rant as a blaring klaxon sounded through the laboratory. Danger signs popped up on a few screens behind him as the assorted papers on the floor caught flame. There was a flash, and everything turned to light.
-Starshine woke up suddenly, her heart beating recklessly. She gazed at the dark horizon and breathed a sigh of relief. It had been over a month since that day. She had woken up outside the M.o.M. building, which was burning. She had discovered that her mane and tail had been turned to blue flame, and her pale coat had slid into pure white. Her cute star cutie mark had been turned into a strange neon blue ‘T’, and her eyes glowed with a blue light.
-She had learned to control her flames, lowering them until she looked bald. Then, she clothed herself in a long, silver robe made of a shiny, fireproof material. She began roaming the wastes, trying to live with her newfound powers and her uncontrollable anger and destructive activities.
-She eventually found companionship in a raider-like mare with amnesia. Taint named her Nail after her railroad spike cutie mark. The two shared a submissive/dominant relationship, with the angry Taint’s personality easily overpowering the nervous and Fluttershy-like ex-raider’s.
(Version 2)
-Born an abomination, her parents were slavers. Nopony knows why she was born bald, with nearly transparent pupils, and her parents were too preoccupied to care. Her foalhood was normal for the wasteland, a lot of moving about with occasional bouts of shooting. At first, the other slavers avoided her, thinking that poor Taint, named for her tainted appearance, was a monster. Being bald was unattractive.
-Eventually, they grew used to her, and ignored her. She grew up cold and vicious, watching as her parents and family die at the hands of desperate ponies over the years. By the time she was barely a mare (18), she was all alone. She spent the next few years surviving by doing odd jobs here and there.
-One of those jobs involved searching for scrap in the irradiated ruins of Lower Manehatten. Over the years she had noticed that her brief interactions with radiation had had no adverse effects, and was not too surprised to find that, like a ghoul, it healed her, although not as fast or as much.
-She began the job, starting on the edge of the city and quickly delving into the heavier pockets of radiation. She quickly realized that there were some adverse effects of continuous contact, and she began to develop minor radiation poisoning.
-However, she learned of an artifact dropped into the crater itself a few years back. The reward for the dangerous delve was steep, and she was possibly the only one able to get it.
-Quickly, for she was afraid that a ghoul would snatch it first, she made her way to the crater. It took her way longer than was safe to find the object, an amulet of massive power. Unfortunately, a band of delving ghouls jumped her, knocking her out, stealing the treasure and leaving her for dead.
-She awoke several hours later with extremely painful cramps. As she whimpered and curled in pain, she became aware that she had a lethal dose of radiation. As the world faded to black, she failed to notice her already pale coat fading to a snow-white palette.
-Suddenly, she caught fire, bursting forth like a super-nova. She gasped and found hidden strength erupt through her, eradicating her pain. She rose from the ashes of her old life, reborn as the new and improved Taint, fiery mare of the Wastes.
-As life went on, she learned to control her flames, shortening her fiery, interconnected mane and tail to nearly nothing. She could then wear a silvery-colored fireproof blanket as a cloak and hood, to cover her now Nightmarish appearance. Conversely, she could also erupt her flames, becoming a blue fountain of fire, erupting hundreds of feet into the sky and up to thirty feet in all directions.
-It was when she met her lover Nail that she realized that, similar to changing the size of her fire, she could also control the heat of it, allowing her to sate her sexual desires upon the submissive mare without hurting her.
==SPECIAL==
Strength: 5
Perception: 6
Endurance: 6
Charisma: 7
Intelligence: 5
Agility: 5
Luck: 6
==Secondary Attributes==
Health: 190
DT: 4
AP: 30
RM: 6
Crit Threshold: 95
Botch Threshold: 5
Dodge: 15
==Skills==
Barter: 24
Energy Weapons: 22
Explosives: 22
Guns: 20
Lockpick: 22
Magic: 20
Medicine: 20
Melee: 20
Repair: 20
Science: 20
Sneak: 35 [TAG!]
Speech: 24
Survival: 37 [TAG!]
Unarmed: 37 [TAG!]
==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.
SPECIAL ABILITY
-Fiery Mare of Destruction: Mane and Tail made of Blue Fire. Can blast fire up to 100 feet in the air, 30 feet in all directions except down for 30 seconds or 3 rounds. Can also draw in flames for 1 week or six hours under duress (120 seconds or 12 rounds in combat)
==Traits==
-Intimidating Presence: You have a powerful, unsettling presence. Some NPCs may be more careful about what they do or say around you so as not to arouse your ire, but you take a -1 penalty to RM.
-Radiation/Birth Mutation: Due to reasons yet unknown, you have developed the ability to heal minor wounds when doused in radiation. However, you are not a ghoul, and therefore can still get radiation poisoning if irradiated for too long.
-Minor Rad Poisoning: +2 HP per round, no negative effects
-Advanced Rad Poisoning: +7 HP per round, no negative effects
-Critical Rad Poisoning: +11 HP per round, Minor Rad Poisoning Effects
-Deadly Rad Poisoning: +15 HP per round, Advanced Rad Poisoning Effects
-1250 Rads: +10 HP per round, Critical Rad Poisoning Effects
-1500 Rads: +5 HP per round, Deadly Rad Poisoning Effects
==Perks==
==Inventory==
-9mm Pistol
-Knife
-Reflective Silver Fireproof Blanket (Impromptu Cloak and Hood) DT: 0 [Does not protect from high heat levels, only minor fires and/or small amounts of extreme heat]
-300 caps
==Spells==
-Telekinesis
-Light
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