Name: Rosalind Cassidy, goes by 'Roz'
Class - Expert
Background - Physician
STR: 7 (-1)
DEX: 14* (+1)
CON: 10 (0)
INT: 15 (+1)
WIS: 11 (+1)
CHA: 14 (+1)
(Dice rolls:
https://orokos.com/roll/758992) *= Origonally rolled 9 and replaced it with 14
Attack Bonus: 1
Hit Points: 7
AC: 13
(https://orokos.com/roll/805056)
SkillsHeal- 1
Fix- 1
Talk- 1
Perform (instrument similar to the piano)- 0
Notice: 0
FociHealer- 2
- May attempt to stabilize one mortally wounded adajcent person per round as an On Turn action.
- When rolling Heal skill checks, roll 3d6 and drop the lowest die.
- Stims or other technological healing devices applied by you heal twice as many hit points as normal
- Using basic medical supplies you can heal 1d6 +Heal skill hit points of damage to every injured or wounded person in your group with ten minutes of first aid spread among them. Such healing can only be done once a day.
Specialist (mechanic)- 1
- Gain a non-combat, non-physic skill as a bonus (Fix)
- Roll 3d6 and drop the lowest die for all skill checks in this skill
SavesPhysical 14
Mental 13
Evasion 13
EquipmentLaser Pistol (1d6 damage) (r)
Armoured Undersuit (AC 13)
Monoblade knife (1d6 damage) (s)
Postech toolkit (s)
6 units of spare parts (s)
4 type A cells (s)
Backpack (TL0) (r)
Dataslab (s)
Metatool (r)
Medkit * (s)
Lazarus Patch (x2) * (s)
*(The technician equipment package had 200 credits and I spent 160 on these items if ok)
Credits: 40
DescriptionHeight: 5'5
Weight: 52 kilos
Age: 19
Skin: Pale, oil splattered
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Dark red (dyed)
Original language: Hotaru
Planet: Shiana
Apperance Rosalind, or as she prefers Roz, displays her chosen speciality clear in her appearance. From the specially enforced lace up boots, which reach up to her knees, to the slightly faded black boiler suit, liberally splattered with grease and oil, chemical splatter and burn marks. The suit is open at the neck revealing a necklace put together with nuts and bolts, in a relatively complicated design. Short and slight in stature, her face is not unattractive, though it tends to be hidden beneath a layer or oil, or a pair of protective goggles. Her hair is currently dark red and long, but she frequently changes both the colour and the style. Its been years since anyone has seen its original shade.
She is rarely seen with her metatool or dataslab in hand, or lugging along her toolkit to fix something or other. Even if the device or instrument in question isn't faulty, she will often take it apart to see if she can make it work better or even just differently. As a necessity, her pistol is also kept on her at most times, but it is normally swung round on her belt, to the small of her back, so it won't get in the way. As repairing the bodies of people don't interest her quite as much as those of machines, she rarely openly carries her medkit about with her but instead inside her backpack with other odds and ends.
Personality Roz is a very passionate person, and cares deeply about a number of subjects, chief among these love, machines and technology, her reputation, advancement, exploring and hidden behind them all, revenge. In person she tends to be loud, both in spirit and voice and both friendly and very curious about the people around her, and often does not notice when others find this annoying or frustrating. She is a person of many interests and this curiosity leads her to try and find new experiences or to understand them more. This, a background of travelling through the stars and her sociable nature means that she is comfortable talking to a wide range of different people and especially in a drinking house. Those of a higher social strata though don't view her in quite the same way, instead seeing her as quite brash and uncouth. Despite this, she has more in common with them than they might think. While she would consider herself a romantic, and keen to fling herself into a new relationship, these rarely last longer than a particular hair style or colour.
Her passion about a subject often results in almost as many arguments as agreement, but with one significant exception, she doesn't hold grudges. She also has a tendency for rashness, acting on an impulse rather than thinking something through critically and clearly.
Though she is curious about a number of different subjects, her chief love will always be to fix broken things, be they machine or human. And though the latter isn't as much a priority she will always aid others when needed, even to the extent of putting herself in harm.
BackgroundRoz was born on Ibeen, the third child and only daughter of the family. The first of these children, Cobb was five years older, big already for his age and waited with his father outside as she was born, two toy guns hanging out of his pockets. Her second brother Desmond, drew his first breath mere minutes prior to her. She should have been first.
The Cassidy's were a fairly well off family, both in their living conditions and their connections. A distant uncle had a position in the Senate and Roz's mother was a tenured professor in Al Salasra University. Her father a relatively respected musician, had the freedom to pursue his art for its own sake, rather than trouble to bring in a regular wage.
From a young age it became clear to Roz that her parents and especially her mother had rigid plans for her and Dessie's future. Initially lenient with Cobb, they had watched with mounting horror as he concentrated all his energies on physical activity and fighting, and despite their best attempts, they could not dissuade him from his goal of soldiery. With the twins therefore, neither were given a choice. Roz would go into medicine, and Dessie engineering. Once more, she felt he had taken her place.
It wasn't that she disliked medicine, especially its more hands on elements. But she hated that it had been forced upon her. And the more her mother leaned, the more she rebelled and instead dedicated herself to her twin's craft. Dessie and Cobb became her secret allies, the former supplying her his textbooks and the latter allowing her to disassemble and rebuild various pieces of his equipment. To his credit Dessie showed little jealousy at his sisters attempts to force herself into his chosen field. Part of this might have been due to the fact that they complimented each other well. While Roz was much more focused on the practical, he excelled in the theoretical.
As the eve of their fifteenth birthdays approached, a storm was brewing within the family home. Cobb was now away with the military and perhaps as a reaction to this, their parents were unrelenting and resolute against resistance. She was to go to medical school. Unknown however a much greater conflict was arising among the native Padishah people. Though the majority they had been relegated to a large extent to the hinterlands of society. When it came the Revolution was lightning fast and extremely bloody. Low level conflicts had occurred in the past, but these had been more akin to riots than a proper military conflict. Ibeen military was wholey unprepared to the large scale attack that happened without warning. Before they had time to wonder where the Padishah had got access to high quality military equipment, they were swept aside and the attacking forces turned on the sealed settlement cities. While the majority of the population was left unscathed, the revolutionary forces showed no remorse in rooting out anyone connected with the old ruling class. While the senate was literally dissolving, and the Bishop assassinated, Roz's family was not ignored. Confused and scared, they had hidden in their house waiting on the promised help that never arrived. She barely escaped the conflagration that became their home, separated from her family in the confusion. Numb and shell shocked, she made it beyond the revulutionaries, eventually meeting up with an emergency aid group and fleeing with them to Habahi, the major spaceport. The city was only a few days from being overrun itself, but she initially remained, desperate for news about her family. It eventually came through, courtesy of a small section in the rebel radio broadcast, reporting of her mothers trial and execution. The rest of her family was reported as dead. She was the only one left.
Since that day she has not stepped foot on her home planet. Initially she escaped serving as a doctors assistant on one of the last transport vessels to leave, but she did not remain with her own people for long. In the four years hense, she has grown up fast in the wide expanse of space and on a wide variety of ships, rarely staying too long with one crew. For the most part now, she sells her services as a mechanic, though when need arises, she will return to her old training and act as medic.
Losing herself in work, exploration and other various pleasures, it has been a long time since she had allowed herself to think again of Ibeen. This all changed after one particularly late night in a run down space port bar with her old crew. Several well heeled and even more oiled suited men and women had stumbled in and had joined their table, it being the only one occupied. They had exchanged stories, each growing wilder and wilder as the alcohol flowed. One of these concerned a certain planet in the Blackshear cluster and how the Cornucopia Corp had funded and armed the Revolution seeking to control the planet from the shadows. She had a reason to remember again.
