"Grass" Pender

Race
Human
Gender
Male
Age
22
Handedness
Right
Height
1.9 m
Weight
88 kg
Strength (STR)
45
Stamina (STA)
45
Dexterity (DEX)
60
Reaction Speed (RS)
50
Intuition (INT)
65
Logic (LOG)
70
Personality (PER)
30
Leadership (LDR)
30
Initiative Modifier (IM)
5
Punching Score (PS)
3
Ranged Weapons (RW)
30
Melee Weapons Modifier (MW)
30
Racial Ability Improvement
0
Primary Skill Area
Biosocial
Melee Weapons
1
Projectile Weapons
1
Environmental
2
Medical
1
Equipment

Standard Equipment Pack<br />Explorer's Vest<br />Whip<br />Bow<br />Quiver: 24 Arrows<br />Vibroknife<br />All-weather Blanket<br />ID Card<br />Sungoggles<br />Infla-tent<br />Water<br />Vitalsalt Tablets<br />Travel rations

Background

My Momma named me Theodore and she called me Teddy. Pa never called me Teddy...or Ted...or even Theodore, he just called me Grass. Momma always said it was 'cause I grew like a weed, but she also had a saying about the grass bein' greener and a full cup'a water or somethin' and I knew Pa prolly thought the same way, especially since there weren't no grass on Laco. And then my Pa was killed by a hovercycle gang while he was pending the flock. See, back a while ago there weren't no hover gangs...but that all changed ever since the hops to and from the Rim got more common. Pending was a way of life here ever since before the time the population swole up so big. We almost lost our flock, small as it was, but managed to make it because we were a fringe field...not even close to Castle Station. Everybody either died or left except the Dust Devils...and they killed my Pa. Me and Ma moved to Point Glass. My Grammpa lives there and he understood why I couldn't stay. Got to be somebody comin' in on one of these freighters that can help me soon...