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|Point Total:||175||Unspent Points:||5|
|ST||11||[ 10]||HP||12||[ 2]|
|DX||11||[ 20]||Per||12||[ 0]|
|IQ||11||[ 20]||Wil||12||[ 0]|
|HT||10||[ 0]||FP||12||[ 6]|
|Basic Speed||[ 5.25]||Basic Move||5||[ 0]|
|Advantage||Point Cost||Advantage||Point Cost|
|Acute Vision||[ 2]||Appearance (attractive)||[ 4]|
|Daredevil||[ 15]||Luck||[ 15]|
|Rapier Wit||[ 5]||Weapon Master (fencing)||[ 30]|
|Wild Talent||[ 20]||Signature Item (Greymane’s “Special” pipe)||[ 4]|
|Charisma 2||[ 10 ]|
|Code of Honor (gentleman)||[ -10]||Curious||[ -5]|
|Obsession (Short term goal)||[-5]||On the Edge (12 or less)||[-15]|
|Bloodthirsty||[-10]||Sense of Duty (large group)||[-10]|
|Trademark||[-5]||Truthfulness (12 or less)||[-5]|
|Skill||Level||Relative level||Points||Skill||Level||Relative level||Points|
|Acrobatics||11||[DX+0]||[ 4]||Airshipman||12||[IQ+1]||[ 2]|
|Area Knowldge||11||[IQ+0]||[ 1]||Diplomacy1||14||[IQ+3]||[ 8]|
|Gunner (Catapult)||11||DX+0||[ 1]||Guns (pistol)||11||[DX+0]||[ 1]|
|Leadership1||17||[IQ+6]||[ 16]||Navigation (air)||14||[IQ+3]||[ 12]|
|Piloting (ultralight)||10||[DX-1]||[ 1]||Piloting (autogyro)||11||[DX+0]||[ 2]|
|Piloting (Low G)||10||[DX-1]||[ 1]||Public Speaking (rhetoric)1||14||[IQ+3]||[ 2]|
|Rapier||13||[DX+2]||[ 8]||Search||11||[Per-1]||[ 1]|
|Sex Appeal12||12||[HT+2]||[ 1]||Shiphandling||12||[IQ+1]||[ 8]|
|Soldier||11||[IQ+0]||[ 2]||Survival (Open Skies)||11||[Per-1]||[ 1]|
|Tactics||12||[IQ+1]||[ 8]||Tracking(Conditional +1 from acute vision)||13||[Per+1]||[ 4]|
|Writing||11||[IQ+0]||[ 1]||Savoir-Fair (High Society)1||14||IQ+3||[ 2 ]|
1 +2 From Charisma
2 +1 from appearance
|Flintlock Pistol(ammunition) x100||pouch||20||1|
It is rumored that the Kingdom of Levidon hosts the world’s most elite warriors and airship captains. They say that at a young age all of the Children are tested and the brightest of the bright get moved to the Queens Academy. From there these children are trained and forced into a life of servitude to Her Majesty, Queen Victoria. It is also rumored that the only way out is death.
As I lay dying on the hull of my burning ship, The Victoria XI, I think to myself, what led to this point. I took my last bit of Tobacco, and then calmly passed out. In those last moments of my life, I didn’t see my life flash before me. No, I saw the face of my rival Navy Captain, Jackson Braveheart. I can still see the moment when he turned his guns on our ship in the moment of battle. We both had pledged to serve the same Queen with our lives, and it looks like my trust for the Queen and her Captains have led me to this grave. God damn him. I should have known… These thoughts wouldn’t leave me, and I longed to be at peace in my final moments. The gods and fate have a funny way of twisting and pulling the strings of mortals to carry out their will and their biddings. Then suddenly in that moment I felt a peace not comprehendible sink into my skin and I heard a voice say, “Do you really delight in lying on the ground defeated? I have guided your steps and brought you up to fulfill my will. Pay off your life debt, assemble a crew, rebuild the Crown Victoria, and go to the town of solitude once you have completed those things. I will send someone to you that will give you further guidance and instructions. Rejoice mere mortal, for you will have a hand in bringing down the Queen. You will overthrow and Empire. You are Victoria’s Harbinger of Death.” I felt the peace drift away, and then the feelings of mortality crept back in to me. The last thing I remember was yelling, “But I don’t have a life debt…!” Fate is a funny thing.
I woke up in a bed that I have never been in, nor ever seen. I felt weak; I couldn’t even get out of the bed. I had no recollection of time, and couldn’t recall how long it has been since the wreck. Suddenly the door to the room opened. A tall man with a very stoic face crept in and announced, “Hello son, I am Captain Vincent Greymayne.” I immediately recognized him from the wanted posters and pictures I was given. This whole mission I was on, that led to my betrayal, was to capture or kill Greymayne. I calmed myself down and said, “Folks call me Nemo.” (I lied…). Greymayne then said, “I see you are cognitively here, so I’m going to go ahead and get right down to business. I saved your life, I provided you with medical care and treatment, with food, and with clothing. While there is a part of me that would like to be charitable and say I did this all from the depths of my heart, or some sappy shit like that, unfortunately though, that’s not good business. Now we found you on a Royal Queen’s ship, probably one that was sent to kill me, but that’s all in the past. You are clearly trained, because even a cook on a Royal ship is better trained than half of my crew. If you pay me with one year of exceptional service to me and my cause, I will forgive your life debt and maybe even send you off on a small ship or something like that. Your skills are invaluable to me, especially in these hard times. Getting out of the Queen’s guild can be a real bitch, so this may be your chance to forge your own destiny. What do you say?” I thought it over for a few seconds, and then I mustered all of the strength I could and said, “You’ve got yourself a deal Captain.”
A year flew by and I worked my way up to the captain’s number two. I made the captain a literal fortune since my knowledge of the Queen’s secret trading routes was impeccable. Greymayne soon became the most notorious thief in the entire world, and being his number two made me notorious as well. So in the matter of a year I went from being one of the most respected Captains in the Royal fleet, Captain Joshua Hughes. To one of the most notorious thief and raider the free world has ever seen, Captain Nemo.
On our last day together the Captain set me up with my own ship, some extra gold, his “Special” Tobacco Pipe, and a promise that if I ever needed help, he would be there in an instant.