Difference between revisions of "Wyatt Slack"
Jump to navigation
Jump to search
Wyatt
imported>Argentus29 m |
imported>Argentus29 |
||
| Line 68: | Line 68: | ||
* | * | ||
* | * | ||
| − | | right-4-header= | + | | right-4-header=Journal |
| right-4-data=  | | right-4-data=  | ||
| + | Wyatt keeps a battered, leather-bound old-fashioned journal in his truck. If a character searches said truck and has a reason to find it (in the tool box behind the cab), you can consider these entries IC knowledge. | ||
| + | |||
| + | [[Wyatt_slack_journal|Wyatt's Journal]] | ||
| + | |||
}} | }} | ||
[[Category:PCs]] | [[Category:PCs]] | ||
Revision as of 07:23, 29 March 2018
Overview
| Full Name: | Wyatt Brian Slack |
| Race: | Kami/Kinfolk |
| Faction: | Gaian |
| Date of Birth: | 09/15/94 |
| Age: | 23 |
| Height: | 5'8" |
| Weight: | 148 lbs |
| Eye Colour: | Blue |
| Hair Colour: | Red |
| Demeanor: | Optimist |
| PB: | Stefano Masciolini |
Notable Stats
- Aura of Tranquility
- Symbiosis
- Gnosis
- Banality
Mood Music
Hooks
- Kami: So you know how everybody says going to Burning Man will change your life? Well... yeah.
- Kinfolk: Yeah, my family is full of furry rage machines. But at least the political debate is ...lively.
- Community Activism: The world isn't going to save itself. It's up to us to do the job, starting with each other.
- Partying: The first soul you have to save is your own. And nothing does that like letting go.
- Politics: Don't call me a liberal. I'm an agrarian ecological collectivist. Liberal is about ten miles to the right of me.
- Streetwise: You can't make a thing better if you're not a part of that thing.
- Walking Zen: The world just seems like a more peaceful, relaxed place near Wyatt.
- Trusting: To the point of stupidity at times. Wyatt believes in people and the goodness thereof, even if it is buried deep.
Background
Born and raised in the Texas panhandle, Wyatt was a young man who was rebelling against just about everything in his life. The expectations of his family, the obligations of his bloodline, the dictates of society and the unyielding nature of reality itself were things he sought to escape with drugs and distance. What he was not expecting, however, was to have a truly transformative experience while tripping balls in the desert, ahead of a music festival. In the sunrise over that harsh but beautiful land, Wyatt had a perfect moment of clarity about himself, the world and humanity. About Gaia herself. And the experience left him forever changed. Magnified. Purified. And knowing what his unique place was in the world at last. Every day since then has been dedicated to that quest.
Contacts
- Fred - Nice guy. Really big nice guy. Seems to have his head on straight.
Journal
Wyatt keeps a battered, leather-bound old-fashioned journal in his truck. If a character searches said truck and has a reason to find it (in the tool box behind the cab), you can consider these entries IC knowledge.
Wyatt's Journal