Description and Background
Description:
Hit Die d8
Cyborg Upgrade: Exo-Frame (+3 Strength, -5' move)
40 Damage to non-meat parts, ignores first d3, jury-rig to repair
Jury Rig die d2
Bipedal grizzly bear, closer to man-sized than most, with a glint of intelligence in her big, dark eyes. Mostly covered in brown fur, but nearly surrounded by a groaning steel armature, which connects to metal plating on her back and limbs. Hissing pneumatic pistons jut from the steel beams on her arms and legs, bestowing a stiff, robotic gait, as well as a nasty right hook. Also has a large chestplate of transparent plastic, which houses webs of colored wires (patched and re-patched over time) and a few blinking LED lights; she sometimes wears a poncho to cover this, particularly at night.
Background:
'Woke up in a tube as a half-bear, half-man, half-robot, something like twelve years ago. Have no memory of time before this. May have been a mutated bear before then, but almost definitely wasn't a cyborg. Probably. That seems like a stretch, right? Cyborgs don't get amnesia, 90 sure of that. 88 maybe. Besides, all the steel was still shiny then, and none of the wires made little sparks when you sit down wrong.
'Wander around since then. Talk to folks when you can. Most shoot robot bears on sight; sensible, none taken. You get to learn that most folks like trading, though, so you bring food to trade. Some folks will trade for a bear to follow them around, and that's how you go new places. You can trade punches for all sorts of things, but the price is always different and folks get an attitude sometimes, so you mostly stick to food, guns, and robot parts. The ones you don't need.
'Travelled with some bad guys. They died. Went with some religion folks. They talked too much, but they cooked with their hands, and never got on you about keeping up. And you followed some mushrooms a good long ways, but they always sprayed stink dust and sang stupid songs, and the food was just mushroom-stuff. Now you're here. Almost out of food. Looking for some folks.' |
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