==Basic Information==
Name:Traeve
Age:23
Gender:Male
Race:Griffon
Height:6'5
Weight:160
Occupation:Moral Merc.
==Physical Description==
Picture:
Coat Colour:Black
Chest/Belly: Tannish light oranage
Eye Colour: Dark Blue
==Personality==
He found himself to be a very nice griffon, merciful, caring, forming attachments quickly... Bad traits for the Wasteland, but thats who he is, not shure about who he Was, but that doesn't matter. All that Really matters is who he is Now. Despite his amnesia, he did have preferences, such as his favorite snack being Sugar Bombs... His preferred weapon was the Hunting Shotgun aswell, always likes the storm of lead... He didn't exactly Like to kill, but he did enjoy combat, he showed mercy whenever he could, wanting to spare life and give second chances, a rarity in the wasteland.
He didn't have a preferred sex, he swang both ways, not descriminating between gender.
He enjoyed fighting Raiders and Slaverponies, exterminating the scum of the wasteland was his favorite passtime...
He was afraid of flying aswell, despite the power of flight... he was fine with heights, but flight scared him for some reason... He also found he favored scatter guns opposed to long-ranged rifles and such.
Another odd thing about Traeve is that, though he holds no racism at all, he sometimes refers to Zebras who are doing something bad or wrong, or he is annoyed with, as "Zebra Scum"... It is unknown why he does this, but it is quite comical.
==History==
He woke up in a personal underground bunker, EGI Printed on the wall, and every box and locker in the room, a single terminal on the wall, and a Stasis Pod in the center of the room. in Black Print with Silver Lining, it spelt 'Traeve' on the glass pod, He accepted this as his name, knowing nothing of how he got here or any memory of his life, a few things stood out in his memory, such as age, and food preferences, he looted the room of anything he could use, mostly EGI clothing, a pistol, a knife. The room looked like it had bin looted before, he looked at the terminal and saw that this was someponies survival bunker, much of the equipment bought from a mysterious group called EGI, hence all prints on everything. He traveled up the stairs and opened the Cellar doors, He walked off in a straight direction, not knowing what else to do. Having a bad case of Amnesia he did not remember anything before waking up, or if he was supposed to be in the pod, or if he accidently fell into it or not. It didn't matter now, he just had to do whatever he wanted now.
==SPECIAL==
Strength:4
Perception:4
Endurance:4
Charisma:4
Intelligence:10
Agility:8
Luck:6
==Secondary Attributes==
Health:160
DT:6
AP:36
RM:4
Crit Threshold:95
Botch Threshold:5
Dodge:24
==Skills==
Barter:33*
Energy Weapons:18
Explosives:18
Guns:41*
Lockpick:18
Medicine:30
Melee:18
Repair:45*
Science:30
Sneak:26
Speech:18
Survival:18
Unarmed:18
==Racial Attributes==
GRIFFON
Half bird, half cat, all one half trying to eat the other half.
Natural DT: 4
Natural unarmed damage: 8
Can learn griffon martial arts.
Death From Above: Capable of flight.
You Can Run: Sneak rolls against you take a -5 penalty. +1 to Readiness rolls.
I Can See Forever: Can increase Perception to 12 via perks.
==Traits==
Life of the Party: You’re friendly with almost everyone you meet, but you’re miserable when alone. You gain +1 RM, but you take a -5 penalty to all rolls when you aren’t around at least one character who is indifferent or better toward you. Other player characters can count for this purpose.
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 Acquired Yet.
==Inventory==
EGI Winter Uniform(Fur Trench Coat /w Hood, Combat Boots, Sand Colored T-Shirt, and dark-military green combat trousers.) EGI Issued 9mm Handgun. And Kitchen Knife. And 300 caps.
Name:Traeve
Age:23
Gender:Male
Race:Griffon
Height:6'5
Weight:160
Occupation:Moral Merc.
==Physical Description==
Picture:
Coat Colour:Black
Chest/Belly: Tannish light oranage
Eye Colour: Dark Blue
==Personality==
He found himself to be a very nice griffon, merciful, caring, forming attachments quickly... Bad traits for the Wasteland, but thats who he is, not shure about who he Was, but that doesn't matter. All that Really matters is who he is Now. Despite his amnesia, he did have preferences, such as his favorite snack being Sugar Bombs... His preferred weapon was the Hunting Shotgun aswell, always likes the storm of lead... He didn't exactly Like to kill, but he did enjoy combat, he showed mercy whenever he could, wanting to spare life and give second chances, a rarity in the wasteland.
He didn't have a preferred sex, he swang both ways, not descriminating between gender.
He enjoyed fighting Raiders and Slaverponies, exterminating the scum of the wasteland was his favorite passtime...
He was afraid of flying aswell, despite the power of flight... he was fine with heights, but flight scared him for some reason... He also found he favored scatter guns opposed to long-ranged rifles and such.
Another odd thing about Traeve is that, though he holds no racism at all, he sometimes refers to Zebras who are doing something bad or wrong, or he is annoyed with, as "Zebra Scum"... It is unknown why he does this, but it is quite comical.
==History==
He woke up in a personal underground bunker, EGI Printed on the wall, and every box and locker in the room, a single terminal on the wall, and a Stasis Pod in the center of the room. in Black Print with Silver Lining, it spelt 'Traeve' on the glass pod, He accepted this as his name, knowing nothing of how he got here or any memory of his life, a few things stood out in his memory, such as age, and food preferences, he looted the room of anything he could use, mostly EGI clothing, a pistol, a knife. The room looked like it had bin looted before, he looked at the terminal and saw that this was someponies survival bunker, much of the equipment bought from a mysterious group called EGI, hence all prints on everything. He traveled up the stairs and opened the Cellar doors, He walked off in a straight direction, not knowing what else to do. Having a bad case of Amnesia he did not remember anything before waking up, or if he was supposed to be in the pod, or if he accidently fell into it or not. It didn't matter now, he just had to do whatever he wanted now.
==SPECIAL==
Strength:4
Perception:4
Endurance:4
Charisma:4
Intelligence:10
Agility:8
Luck:6
==Secondary Attributes==
Health:160
DT:6
AP:36
RM:4
Crit Threshold:95
Botch Threshold:5
Dodge:24
==Skills==
Barter:33*
Energy Weapons:18
Explosives:18
Guns:41*
Lockpick:18
Medicine:30
Melee:18
Repair:45*
Science:30
Sneak:26
Speech:18
Survival:18
Unarmed:18
==Racial Attributes==
GRIFFON
Half bird, half cat, all one half trying to eat the other half.
Natural DT: 4
Natural unarmed damage: 8
Can learn griffon martial arts.
Death From Above: Capable of flight.
You Can Run: Sneak rolls against you take a -5 penalty. +1 to Readiness rolls.
I Can See Forever: Can increase Perception to 12 via perks.
==Traits==
Life of the Party: You’re friendly with almost everyone you meet, but you’re miserable when alone. You gain +1 RM, but you take a -5 penalty to all rolls when you aren’t around at least one character who is indifferent or better toward you. Other player characters can count for this purpose.
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 Acquired Yet.
==Inventory==
EGI Winter Uniform(Fur Trench Coat /w Hood, Combat Boots, Sand Colored T-Shirt, and dark-military green combat trousers.) EGI Issued 9mm Handgun. And Kitchen Knife. And 300 caps.
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