[HoE] [HoE]your Survivor?(was Survivor Archetype)

[Velkyn@aol.com]

Hello,

don't know if anyone is interested, but I'd like to see other people's
personal characters for HoE.  I really enjoyed B.D. Flory's lawyer.  
Mine's below.  All the numbers should add up, but, well, put it this way, I
got half my verbal score in the math section on my SAT.  

velkyn

Katherine Sinclair

Traits & Aptitudes

Deftness: 3d6
    Shootin': Pistol:3
Nimbleness: 2d10
    Climbin': 1
    Drivin':Motorcycle: 4
    Fightin': Brawlin': 3
	     War club: 3
    Ridin': 1
    Swimmin': 1
    Sneak: 1
Strength:1d6
Quickness: 1d8
Vigor: 1d12
Cognition: 3d8
     Search: 3
Knowledge: 3d8
    Academia: Occult: 3
    Medicne: General: 5
                     Surgery: 5 
Area Knowledge: Toronto: 2
Language: English: 1
Mien: 1d8
Smarts: 2d12
    Scroungin': 3
     Survival: City: 2
Spirit: 2d8
     Guts: 2
      Faith: 3

Wind: 20 
Pace: 10(Fleet-Footed)
Edges:
Friends in High Places: 5
Belongin's: 1


Hindrances:
Heroic: 5
Loyal: 3
Outlaw: 3
Bad Eyes(from black joker): 3

(hindrances are a point out of line, but I didn't use the point, just wanted
the history)
Gear: Lever-action rifle, 20 rounds, Soap, sunglasses, boiled leather shirt,
war club, knife, wide-brimmed hat, doctor's bag(basic instruments, few drugs,
etc.)
Belongin's:   One ancient 1946 Indian Chief motorcycle that seems to only run
for her, a gift from a junker she doctored. 
Looks:  5'9", lanky, brownish-red hair, gold-green eyes marred by the scars of
a blast cloud.  Her short coat is a gift from a grateful Arapaho mother, it's
got a beaded design of a snake encircling a coup stick on the back, a stylized
cadueceus.

Personality

	Well, it's been 13 years since I was in residency at Memorial Hospital in
Omaha.  Just had 5 months in working the Trauma Unit, recently came to the
States from Toronto, my hometown.  On one of my rare days off, sans beeper, I
was ridin' just east of town.  Just decided to look back when "it" went off.
Nearly killed myself when I was blinded, wrecking that poor old riceburner.
It was like I just walked into that old Pink Floyd song "Two Suns in the
Sunset".   Not much left of the city except charcoal.  I helped where I could,
got damned sick from the glows and nearly died.   Not much else to say about
the next decade, kept people from dyin' where I could, scroungin' drugs and
supplies.   I've seen what really happened, the manitous, the Harrowed.  Sort
of hard to hide that from a doctor. 
You think you've seen my face before?  Not suprisin', seems I've been
everywhere.  Can usually count on a helping hand since I've helped so many.
Not many surgeons out here.   That's not it, is it?  On a poster, perhaps?
Yeah, I'm wanted.  Some people don't realize that I can't work miracles like
the Templars and Doomsayers can.   I get the blame. And, this once, a murder
rap.  Nothing short of a medical inquest would change that.  Poor kid was
dying of cancer, not much I could do, 'cept give painkillers.  Well, since I
spilled my guts, I'd best be movin' on.  Anytime you find medical supplies,
you know you've got yourself a buyer.   

Role-playing notes:
Due to her travels, someone will know Katherine or know of her in nearly any
town. These people are usually the poorest, the most outcast.  They,
individually, have little power/influence, but together, they can give
Katherine a safe place to stay and a meal, and a warning if anyone comes
looking for her.  All invaluable in the Wasted West.    She doesn't trust Law
Dogs, not expecting them to see beyond the law to the truth.  
Unbeknownst to her(she's to busy to notice), she picked up another mutation
when she was sick with the glows.  She now has a slow metabolism(ace of
hearts) and, barring harm, will be around a good long time.  
Katherine can be used as a way to heal the posse or can be the impetus of an
adventure, hiring them to retrieve a cache of supplies.  
       
Quote:
"Just because I can name your guts, doesn't mean I want to see them."

"I see you've got yourself shot up, it's stinking and it's blue.  Don't
consider suicide, I've just the thing for you"  From the song "Blue Bread
Mold" by Leslie Fish.