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Post by Moose Jockey on Mar 28, 2010 21:24:24 GMT -5
Tiernan McShane
Pantheon: The Aesir
Divine Parent: Thor - pg 71
Nature: Gallant
Attributes:
Str: 4
Dex: 2
Sta: 4
Cha: 3
Man: 1
App: 3
Per: 3
Int: 1
Wit: 2
Abilities:
Athletics: 3
Awareness: 2
Brawl: 3
Control (Car): 3
Empathy: 2
Fortitude: 3
Integrity: 3
Melee: 2
Presence: 3
Knacks:
Boons:
Virtues:
Courage: 4
Endurance: 3
Expression: 1
Loyalty: 1
Willpower: 7
Legend: 3 dots - 9 pts
Experience: 0
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Post by darthorn on Mar 29, 2010 7:50:13 GMT -5
whats this u changing up on us
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Post by Moose Jockey on Mar 29, 2010 7:54:57 GMT -5
Sorry, you're the only one that didn't know, since I work with the other two
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Post by darthorn on Mar 29, 2010 13:22:49 GMT -5
so whats the story for this guy
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Post by Moose Jockey on Mar 29, 2010 21:44:48 GMT -5
A large muscled lad of 17, Tiernan stands 6'5" and weighs around 230 lbs. On his right forearm is inked a celtic tattoo, one shared with his mother. He wears short cropped auburn hair and thick sideburns supporting similar colored stubble, and he drinks in the world with stormy blue eyes and a penchant for life in all its splendor. It would be cheaper to say that he lives life to its fullest. During his sentence (as he calls it) at Springfield High, he spends 2 of his four periods in machine shop, and the other two in his various "general studies" courses. His oddly structured curriculum (signed off on by his mother) has seen him held back a year for his lack of progress. Not the brightest bulb, he does however have some skill with vehicles, claiming to love the thunderous roar of the engines he works on. Quick to anger but also quick to forgive, much like his mother, his temperament more often than not finds him loyal friends. His mother, Fiona, is a voluptuous Irish woman of 36, still enjoying her youth when she isn't working at the coffee shop. She has many vices, none of which she will give up, telling her son "that's why yer father picked me!". Whenever the boy's father is brought up in conversation, she breaks down into a fit of sobbing, thus Tiernan avoids the subject. The only thing he has from his father his mother gave to him at the age of 15, a 1967 Pontiac GTO, lovingly nick-named "The Goat". With a lightning paint job that bursts from the hood ornament (shaped like a hammer), it roars to life like no other car Tiernan has seen. Strange symbols adorn it like some sort of language, and the engine is made of a glimmering metal Tiernan has yet to identify. An oddly shaped gas pedal pressed to the floor is when Tiernan is at his happiest. When he's not in his car or spending time with friends, he makes extra money to support his mom by working at a vehicle repair shop and occasionally helps his mom at the coffee shop on weekends, running the deep friar.  |
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