Travails of a roleplayer.
Posted: 2016-08-31 03:34am
Been playing traveller and risus a lot lately.
For the former, player character creation is done using a life path system. Two of us pledged to make a Rocker and his pyrotechnic expert stage manager.I managed to make a talentless rockstar with an empty bank account, phenomonal partying skills, lying through a hangover skills and ducking thrown weapons skills. Oh, and a bunch of dodgy contacts in the arms trade, an alien conspirator and an unstable (ex) naval officer.
The other guy joined the navy to learn explosives. Discovered the navy dont teach that. Starts relationship with girl called Dynamite Sue instead. Left navy for army, pinching a man portable radiation artillery gun that he couldnt lift. Failed to get in. Got drafted... right back into the navy. Spends time working out, trying to get strong enough to lift gun. Leaves navy for army. Gets fired for weapon smuggling. Joins merchant marine. Eventually leaves to work for a famous performer contact. A well rounded killing machine, with a lockup containing a gun so deadly you need a radiation suit to survive firing it.
So far from our ambition we're a pair of broke weapon smugglers, just trying to make ennough money to keep me in cocaine for a few more years... we needed a stealthy infiltrator on the team...
The stats roll went badly. Quasi is a dried up mutant oathbreaker with no friends from a hot and boring planet. We signed the schmuck into the exploration scouts hoping he'd improve. He's found dtifting in space eight years later with amnesia. We gave up on the infiltrator idea and sent him to be a medic in a back of beyond missionary center. He failed to cheat, failed special traing and failed to be promoted beyond basic doctor training. He also failed to age, using his own cocktail of stolen or expensive drugs. Age 46, he owns nothing but his medical bag, a few ship shares and a bunch of debt. He needs a job and guess which aging rockstar needs his liver restarting ocassionally?
And finally, Throgg. Ahh Throgg. The concept was for a closeup bodygaurd. A barbarian who saw the stars and liked thrm. Throgg spent his early twenties kicking his way up the pole to warlord. Someone cunninly signed him up to the galatic draft. He ended up in the police force of a vast urban sprawl. Surprisingly, his straightfowrd approach and developing skills as an mma saw him climb the ranks quickly. When they needed a born survivor for an undercover mission to follow up weird stories coming out of a colony, he agreed reluctantly. He came back a changed man, with scales beneath his skin, abnormal strength and a prescient understanding of body langauge, particualry of lesser animals. Despite misgivings, he lied his way back into his old role, but quit shortly after to sail his old homeworld. I cut a deal with the gm that instead of ewuipment he could have an animal companion, as long as he roleplays the taming.
So Throgg sets out on a spirit walk along the dhore of his planet, and what the fucj did i roll? A 50kg grazer with intelligence, high dexterity and armour, but no actual weapons and a noted atribute of "slime". Yes. The kungfu and grapple master's companion is Squishy the Octapus. Dice clearly like me.
For the former, player character creation is done using a life path system. Two of us pledged to make a Rocker and his pyrotechnic expert stage manager.I managed to make a talentless rockstar with an empty bank account, phenomonal partying skills, lying through a hangover skills and ducking thrown weapons skills. Oh, and a bunch of dodgy contacts in the arms trade, an alien conspirator and an unstable (ex) naval officer.
The other guy joined the navy to learn explosives. Discovered the navy dont teach that. Starts relationship with girl called Dynamite Sue instead. Left navy for army, pinching a man portable radiation artillery gun that he couldnt lift. Failed to get in. Got drafted... right back into the navy. Spends time working out, trying to get strong enough to lift gun. Leaves navy for army. Gets fired for weapon smuggling. Joins merchant marine. Eventually leaves to work for a famous performer contact. A well rounded killing machine, with a lockup containing a gun so deadly you need a radiation suit to survive firing it.
So far from our ambition we're a pair of broke weapon smugglers, just trying to make ennough money to keep me in cocaine for a few more years... we needed a stealthy infiltrator on the team...
The stats roll went badly. Quasi is a dried up mutant oathbreaker with no friends from a hot and boring planet. We signed the schmuck into the exploration scouts hoping he'd improve. He's found dtifting in space eight years later with amnesia. We gave up on the infiltrator idea and sent him to be a medic in a back of beyond missionary center. He failed to cheat, failed special traing and failed to be promoted beyond basic doctor training. He also failed to age, using his own cocktail of stolen or expensive drugs. Age 46, he owns nothing but his medical bag, a few ship shares and a bunch of debt. He needs a job and guess which aging rockstar needs his liver restarting ocassionally?
And finally, Throgg. Ahh Throgg. The concept was for a closeup bodygaurd. A barbarian who saw the stars and liked thrm. Throgg spent his early twenties kicking his way up the pole to warlord. Someone cunninly signed him up to the galatic draft. He ended up in the police force of a vast urban sprawl. Surprisingly, his straightfowrd approach and developing skills as an mma saw him climb the ranks quickly. When they needed a born survivor for an undercover mission to follow up weird stories coming out of a colony, he agreed reluctantly. He came back a changed man, with scales beneath his skin, abnormal strength and a prescient understanding of body langauge, particualry of lesser animals. Despite misgivings, he lied his way back into his old role, but quit shortly after to sail his old homeworld. I cut a deal with the gm that instead of ewuipment he could have an animal companion, as long as he roleplays the taming.
So Throgg sets out on a spirit walk along the dhore of his planet, and what the fucj did i roll? A 50kg grazer with intelligence, high dexterity and armour, but no actual weapons and a noted atribute of "slime". Yes. The kungfu and grapple master's companion is Squishy the Octapus. Dice clearly like me.