Arkady Strugatsky

Slavic survivor who searches for salvage in sloppy sludge while speaking sagely

Description:

13 XP (5 games, 2 write-ups, 1 char history)
2 Advances (+1 Vig, +1 Shoot)

Stats

Atributes Rating Notes
Agility d6 None this is just for padding
Smarts d6
Spirit d6
Strength d6
Vigor d8
Derived Rating Notes
Charisma 0
Pace 6
Parry 5
Toughness 10 7 Base, +3 Survival Armor
Skills Rating Attribute Notes
Climbing d4 Strength
Fighting d6 Agility Padding the table
Investigation d4 Smarts
Knowledge d4 Smarts History
Notice d6 Smarts
Repair d4 Smarts
Shooting d8 Agility
Stealth d6 Agility
Survival d6 Smarts
Streetwise d4 Smarts
Tracking d4 Smarts

Edges & Hindrances

Name Points Notes
Human 0 Gives Free Edge
Curious +2 Character wants to know about everything
Big Mouth +1 Unable to keep a secret, blabs at the worst time
Stubborn +1 Hero always wants his way
Brawny -2 +1 toughness, 8xstr load limit
Danger Sense -2 notice at -2 to detect surprise attacks/danger
Increased Starting Wealth -1 +100% starting wealth
Increased Skill Point -1 +1 Skill Point (16 total)

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Gear

Armor Wgt Cost Prot Ntc Cov Notes
Survival Armor 8 $300 +3 +2 Torso, Arms, Legs Survival Rolls +2
Weapons Wgt Cost Range Damage ROF Shots Ntc Notes
Survival Knife 3 $50 NA STR+d4 NA NA -1 Contains supplies that add +1 to Survival rolls
Sherman M13 “Bolter” Pistol 3 $175 12/24/48 2d6 1 12 0 SA (SS, RF, DT)
M50 Assault Rifle 8 $400 24/48/96 2d8 3 20 +5 3RB, FA, AU (SS, RF, DT)
Ammo Wgt Cost No Notes
Rifle rounds 0 $12 30 × 4 Normal
Pistol rounds 0 $3 11 × 3 Normal
Items Wgt Cost Notes
Backpack 2 $25 Holds stuff
Bedroll 4 $25 Climatized, ignore environmental rolls
Canteen 1 $5
Communicator 1 $25 5 mile range
Flashlight 1 $10 10" beam
Total 31 lbs $1015 Notes

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Bio:

A Russian treasure-hunter who gears up to head into hostile zones (irradiated, contaminated, exposed, dead-space, etc) in order to retrieve valuable “junk” that may have been left behind. Ideal job is suiting-up in an armored hazmat survival suit, strapping on his backpack, turning on his breather, lighting up his head-lamp and delving into a stagnant, dark conduit pipe filled with radioactive sludge in order to confirm rumors that it leads to a long-abandoned research facility. A bit of a philosopher, he reads old literature and will try to quote Tolstoy, Dostoyevsky, Lenin, etc.

His favorite quotes:

“The greatest happiness is to know the source of unhappiness.” – Dostoyevsky

“The two most powerful warriors are patience and time.” – Tolstoy

“Those that survive, get paid. Those that get paid, survive.” – Strugatsky (himself)

Background Story

A million stars fill the silent depths of space.

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A planet blanketed in a frozen swirl of thick haze. The sun, huge, hangs close.

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The scream of a storm, clouds swirling furiously above and below, blocking all sight.

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A massive silver dome covers part of the surface of the planet, clearly unfinished from this distance. Under the dome is a city’s worth of tall, dark buildings. Outside of the dome a dense jungle covers rocky outcroppings that jut irregularly into the hazy sky.

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Two small figures are moving away from the protection of the dome and out into the jungle beyond. They disappear under the thick canopy of leaves, then reappear as they scramble along a wide expanse of rocks. Disappear into the jungle, reappear on a ridge. The figure in front walks steadily forward, the second figure stops and then runs to catch up.

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Two boys are walking along a rocky ridge. Both are wearing heavy protective gear, their faces concealed underneath oxygen masks. The older boy is out in front, choosing a path over the uneven trail. The younger boy, smaller, follows unsteadily.

The larger boy’s coveralls are made of a thick material patterned with irregular stripes of dark and light. He wears a small pack with an air tank strapped to the top. The tank is connected by a black hose to his breather, the glass of the mask shines brightly in the strange light.

“Come on, Boris, don’t fall behind,” says the older boy, his thick accent muffled under the breather.

The smaller boy wears a protective suit that is too big, the dark green cloth wrapping him in its folds. He has no pack and wears an oxygen tank strapped to his body. Silver strips of tape cover the hose which is attached to his mask. The visor is scarred by many tiny scratches and fogged with his breath.

“Wait – just one second,” says the younger boy, pausing to adjust his mask. “Are you sure this is the right way?”

The older boy is silent for a moment, the only sound is the intake and exhale of their breathers.

“Yes, of course this is the right way!” he snaps, gesturing downwards with the aluminum walking stick he carries. “The cave entrance is just ahead.”

“Oh…. OK,” says the younger boy, shrugging slightly. “I couldn’t tell. Is it much further?”

“Boris – what’s the matter, are you afraid? I knew you were too young for this!”

“No, no, I’m not afraid – I want to see the skeleton too! Do.. do you really think there is stuff still inside its backpack? Like treasure and stuff?”

“Treasure?” scoffs the older boy. “Probably not. But there is a skeleton for sure. I saw it last time, and this time I brought a rope so I can climb down and get a better look.”

“Oh… OK,” says the younger boy, quietly. “Well, let’s go then.”

The larger boy starts off again, swearing under his breath, and chooses his path carefully as they both half climb and half stumble down the slope. The area looks as if ancient Venusian giants smashed huge boulders together to create piles of smaller rock fragments, then poured the shards down the mountain and into the jungle. This forms an open, if uneven, border between the rocky spires above and the dense foliage below.

The boys slowly pick their way down the rocky slope , using the larger stones as islands of relatively safe footing.

Suddenly, the younger boy trips on a rock, sending it rolling down the hill. The older boy moves out of its way without turning around, and steadies himself on the uneven surface. The smaller boy, less steady, loses his footing and begins to slide down the slope, tumbling faster and faster.

“Arkady!” the younger one calls out as he falls, rolling arms over legs over head down the slope. “ARKAD—-!!” his scream is cut off as his head slams into a large rock, twisting his body with the impact and tearing the mask off his face. He continues to slide limply, a thousand small rocks rolling with him like a sharp rough wave, carrying him further down the slope.

“No, no – the mask!” shouts the older boy, muffled through his own. “Boris! Your MASK!!”

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A long stripe of dust draws a path straight down the rocky slope. One figure stands at the top – another lays still down below. Faint, hoarse screaming is heard through the wind. The top figure begins to move unevenly down the slope. The bottom figure doesn’t move at all.

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Dark peaks create misty islands in a sea of dense jungle. A silver bowl hangs upside down over a distant city, but the edges of the dome end abruptly.

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The scream of a storm, clouds swirling furiously above and below, blocking all sight.

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A planet blanketed in a frozen swirl of thick haze. The sun, huge, hangs close.

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A million stars fill the silent depths of space.

Arkady Strugatsky

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