Re: Davies' Character Thread: World of Freedom 3.2 -- Freedom Legion! The Guard! Seekers of Fate!
[A Series of Growls And Whines That Cannot Be Transliterated Into the Roman Alphabet]/Bumppo

In what used to be the Lor Republic, and is now the Stellar Imperium, people have a certain stereotype of the Cholaxian species. They imagine that all of them live in great forests, swinging through trees, singing and dancing ancient songs and dances. And, to be fair, those places exist -- as large public parks where the Cholaxian people can go when they want to get back to nature. But for the most part, they live in cities much like those on other Lor planets -- maybe a little smaller -- with arcologies and businesses and academies, where one particular Cholaxian studied mechanical engineering and earned a degree equivalent to a doctorate in that field.
Unfortunately, when that particular Cholaxian developed what his people call "the big star yearning", he soon found out that his degree wasn't recognized by off-world employers. He also discovered that while translator technology is fairly common among the wealthy members of Lor society, it's much less common down among the lower classes where he found himself. His inability to speak the common Lor language marked him as a barbarian, even if he could understand what other people were saying quite well.
Fortunately, he managed to run into a few people who could -- sort of -- communicate in Cholaxian. Unfortunately, they weren't particularly interested in his brains, but his brawn. While he was nowhere nearly as developed as the most noteworthy members of his species -- practically dwarfish, in fact -- he still had more strength and endurance than any Lor, and found those put to use in manual labor. He wasn't thrilled about this, but a job was a job, and it put food in his mouth and a roof over his head.
The jobs he found were often unstable, and he was traded from business to business, from planet to planet. When the Republic collapsed, he and his then-employer -- the one who gave him the nickname that he uses to simplify things -- found themselves stranded on a nameless, numbered planet orbiting a backwater star. There they stayed until about a year and a half ago, when the events that led to him ending up doing work for the Republic Alliance transpired. He has no idea where his old employer got to, but that's not exactly a novel experience.
Bumppo isn't really sure what to make of the Alliance. They honestly don't seem any different from the Lor he's met up to this point, maybe a bit more high-minded -- or at least louder when they talk about their high-mindedness. Their leader seems just like the more slick politicians from back home, but on the other hand she brought him with them when it would have been just as easy to abandon him. On the other other hand, that could have been because she wanted the kid to approve.
He likes the kid. Out of everyone he's met, Hrolent was the first person to make a genuine go at pronouncing his real name. (Couldn't do it, of course, any more than Bumppo could pronounce his, but it's the though that counts.) He was also the first person to ask him where he'd learned to do all the repairs that he was doing, instead of just assuming that he'd been taught by his Lor employers. If there were more Lor like the kid, Bumppo suspects that this whole situation would never have come to pass. Well, that might not be fair, some of the kid's other friends are almost as good, though they've got a ways to go.
Well, this whole crazy Alliance has a way to go, as was demonstrated last month, when -- in order to curry favor with a Cholaxian-run crime syndicate -- they had him pretend to be in charge. He doubts Boss Karooga was actually fooled by this, but he was at least impressed enough to offer Bumppo a job. It was tempting to accept, but he decided to stick with the Alliance for the time being. Hopefully, Boss Karooga won't be too upset at having been turned down.
[A Series of Growls And Whines That Cannot Be Transliterated Into the Roman Alphabet]/Bumppo -- PL 8
Abilities: STR 6 | STA 6 | AGL 5 | DEX 3 | FGT 6 | INT 2 | AWE 3 | PRE 1
Powers: Fur (Feature 1 [fur]; Immunity 1 [cold]), Power Lifting (Enhanced Strength 2, Limited to lifting), Senses (Senses 4 [acute tracking scent, low-light vision, ultra-hearing])
Equipment: Blaster rifle (Ranged Damage 8).
Advantages: Agile Feint, Defensive Roll, Equipment 4, Great Endurance, Improvised Tools, Language (Lorcan, Cholaxian is native), Power Attack.
Skills: Acrobatics 4 (+9), Athletics 4 (+10), Expertise: Engineering 6 (+8), Insight 6 (+9), Intimidation 6 (+7), Perception 8 (+11), Ranged Combat: Blaster Rifle 4 (+7), Stealth 6 (+11), Technology 12 (+14).
Offense: Initiative +5, Unarmed +6 (Close Damage 6), Blaster Rifle +7 (Ranged Damage 8).
Defense: Dodge 7, Parry 8, Fortitude 9, Toughness 8/6, Will 6.
Totals: Abilities 64 + Powers 8 + Advantages 9 + Skills 28 + Defenses 10 = 119 points
Complications: Survival--Motivation. Bookish. Cannot Speak Other Languages, Only Understand. Huge Appetite.
[A Series of Growls And Whines That Cannot Be Transliterated Into the Roman Alphabet]/Bumppo

In what used to be the Lor Republic, and is now the Stellar Imperium, people have a certain stereotype of the Cholaxian species. They imagine that all of them live in great forests, swinging through trees, singing and dancing ancient songs and dances. And, to be fair, those places exist -- as large public parks where the Cholaxian people can go when they want to get back to nature. But for the most part, they live in cities much like those on other Lor planets -- maybe a little smaller -- with arcologies and businesses and academies, where one particular Cholaxian studied mechanical engineering and earned a degree equivalent to a doctorate in that field.
Unfortunately, when that particular Cholaxian developed what his people call "the big star yearning", he soon found out that his degree wasn't recognized by off-world employers. He also discovered that while translator technology is fairly common among the wealthy members of Lor society, it's much less common down among the lower classes where he found himself. His inability to speak the common Lor language marked him as a barbarian, even if he could understand what other people were saying quite well.
Fortunately, he managed to run into a few people who could -- sort of -- communicate in Cholaxian. Unfortunately, they weren't particularly interested in his brains, but his brawn. While he was nowhere nearly as developed as the most noteworthy members of his species -- practically dwarfish, in fact -- he still had more strength and endurance than any Lor, and found those put to use in manual labor. He wasn't thrilled about this, but a job was a job, and it put food in his mouth and a roof over his head.
The jobs he found were often unstable, and he was traded from business to business, from planet to planet. When the Republic collapsed, he and his then-employer -- the one who gave him the nickname that he uses to simplify things -- found themselves stranded on a nameless, numbered planet orbiting a backwater star. There they stayed until about a year and a half ago, when the events that led to him ending up doing work for the Republic Alliance transpired. He has no idea where his old employer got to, but that's not exactly a novel experience.
Bumppo isn't really sure what to make of the Alliance. They honestly don't seem any different from the Lor he's met up to this point, maybe a bit more high-minded -- or at least louder when they talk about their high-mindedness. Their leader seems just like the more slick politicians from back home, but on the other hand she brought him with them when it would have been just as easy to abandon him. On the other other hand, that could have been because she wanted the kid to approve.
He likes the kid. Out of everyone he's met, Hrolent was the first person to make a genuine go at pronouncing his real name. (Couldn't do it, of course, any more than Bumppo could pronounce his, but it's the though that counts.) He was also the first person to ask him where he'd learned to do all the repairs that he was doing, instead of just assuming that he'd been taught by his Lor employers. If there were more Lor like the kid, Bumppo suspects that this whole situation would never have come to pass. Well, that might not be fair, some of the kid's other friends are almost as good, though they've got a ways to go.
Well, this whole crazy Alliance has a way to go, as was demonstrated last month, when -- in order to curry favor with a Cholaxian-run crime syndicate -- they had him pretend to be in charge. He doubts Boss Karooga was actually fooled by this, but he was at least impressed enough to offer Bumppo a job. It was tempting to accept, but he decided to stick with the Alliance for the time being. Hopefully, Boss Karooga won't be too upset at having been turned down.
[A Series of Growls And Whines That Cannot Be Transliterated Into the Roman Alphabet]/Bumppo -- PL 8
Abilities: STR 6 | STA 6 | AGL 5 | DEX 3 | FGT 6 | INT 2 | AWE 3 | PRE 1
Powers: Fur (Feature 1 [fur]; Immunity 1 [cold]), Power Lifting (Enhanced Strength 2, Limited to lifting), Senses (Senses 4 [acute tracking scent, low-light vision, ultra-hearing])
Equipment: Blaster rifle (Ranged Damage 8).
Advantages: Agile Feint, Defensive Roll, Equipment 4, Great Endurance, Improvised Tools, Language (Lorcan, Cholaxian is native), Power Attack.
Skills: Acrobatics 4 (+9), Athletics 4 (+10), Expertise: Engineering 6 (+8), Insight 6 (+9), Intimidation 6 (+7), Perception 8 (+11), Ranged Combat: Blaster Rifle 4 (+7), Stealth 6 (+11), Technology 12 (+14).
Offense: Initiative +5, Unarmed +6 (Close Damage 6), Blaster Rifle +7 (Ranged Damage 8).
Defense: Dodge 7, Parry 8, Fortitude 9, Toughness 8/6, Will 6.
Totals: Abilities 64 + Powers 8 + Advantages 9 + Skills 28 + Defenses 10 = 119 points
Complications: Survival--Motivation. Bookish. Cannot Speak Other Languages, Only Understand. Huge Appetite.
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