Most institutions demand unqualified faith; but the institution of science makes skepticism a virtue.
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Chance It's weird we get along, but I like it. I'll help you, if I can.
Marcus Friend. And a very unlikely defender.
Lexus You seemed perfectly polite to me.
Allan Cousin. Lawyer. Just don't carve me up, okay?
Klem I'm unsure about you. But Chance trusts you.
Cyn The tail suits you. Enjoy.
Cross Another I'm unsure about. Seems like we could have discussion, though.
Seven I think I like you! And you like rats, too.
Eloise A sensible organic farming hippie? A sensible GENETICIST hippie?
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Medic: Need painkillers, or something to make you sleep? Need patched up, when going to a hospital (or using magic) might be...inconvenient? Need 'spare parts' without the fuss and muss of collecting organs yourself? Rumour has it Dreizehn can help.
Scientists: He's got a bit of an...obsession. Need a lab assistant or tech? He has skills in medicine, genetics, biology, and is particularly effective in repairing equipment or jury rigging the machines a good doctor might need from scratch. On the other hand, you might find a stray lab rat poking its nose about your lab a bit too intently.
Ratkin: He is one. A very Weaverish one, and not typically liked by other rats because of this. But still, they're his family, and he'll help out how he can. Likewise, he's constantly struggling between his instinct (destructive and chaotic) and logic and order.
Technomancers: He'll probably want to meet you. A lot. In fact, he'd be very, very interested in learning about the Union's world view and values. Unfortunately, they might also want to murder him.
Priests: He's intolerant of them. In fact, it extends to fortune tellers, psychic hotlines and the like. He believes very strongly that it's crooked and immoral to ask someone to pay for something unfounded, and (in his opinion) unhealthily superstitious. Especially under threat of damnation.
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Dreizehn
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Late 20's
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Nationality:
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American
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Test Subject, Organ 'Donor,' Medic
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Ratkin
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Engineer
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Breed:
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Metis
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Analyst
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Affiliation:
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Underworld
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- Caged Folk: Dreizehn has a score of family who never underwent the Birthing Plague. They're sentient rodents, clever as any human, and can help him out with various tasks, though they're also quite paranoid.
- Danger Sense: Sometimes he can sense when things are not right. It gives him a bit of time to shift or bolt. Or both.
- Pain Tolerance: As a lab rat, Dreizehn was vivisected, and suffered chronic pain for several years. It's left him tough and able to endure a bit better than most others.
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Gifts:
Cloak of Shadows, Darksight, Open Seal, Rat Mother's Touch, Resist Pain, Resist Toxin, Scrounge, Sense Weaver, Stash Cache
Rites:
Rite of Artifice Dedication, Rite of Crash Space, Rite of the Fetish, Rite of the Purified Body, Rite of the Shopping Cart
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