Baklava the Face's page

FACE
There’s something about you that other people like. You might have a trusting face, a magnetic personality, or a quick wit. Who the f@&+ knows?! The main thing is that you’re good at making friends and getting people to trust you. You can use your talent for good or you can be a real piece of shit and exploit the dumbasses too thick to see you for the charlatan narcissist you really are.

FACE BACKGROUNDS:
4 You’ve never done an honest day’s work in your life. You always
find a way to get your “friends” to do the heavy lifting for you.

Attributes: Increase your Mouth score by 1.

Language: You speak three languages of your choice.

Bullshitter: You can fill the air with your bullshit to distract your enemies. When a creature within 5 yards of you who can hear you would roll to hit, you can use a reaction to roll Mouth to hit the triggering creature’s Guts. On your success, the triggering creature makes its roll with 1 complication. On a failure, the triggering creature becomes immune to your use of this talent until it finishes a rest.

(Write here your Paths and talents when you gain them).

Novice Path:

Expert Path:

Master Path:

(Does this game even use this format?!?)

Starting Gear:
You start with a set of nice clothes,
a knife,
a bag,
1 food,
1 water,
a bar of soap and washcloth,
and a toy gun.

1) How do others make you feel? Do you like being the center of attention or bring left alone; is there a such thing as a stranger to you or do you even know what it's like to have a friend. Things like that.
I love being at the center of attention, being well known and having others hang on to my every word is key for me.

2) Name one thing you value most. Then name one thing you could lose. These could be ideals, physical possessions, relationships, etc..
I have this toy gun that my mother gave to me to play with. I suppose you could say it helped to shape me into who I am today. Trick's always been to convince others it's real.
My current position that I've propped myself up to with all of my friends is important to me, but honestly I was could lose them all and be knocked down and I could probably get myself back up again.

3) What do you fear? What do you hate?
I fear that the hatred I feel towards other, lowly peasants will consume me and I will go too far. But I cannot stand the idea that others will just walk all over me, I absolutely refuse to give anything freely and be taken advantage of!

4) What do you desire? What do you love?
I want somebody who understands me for who I am. I desire to have it all, wealth, status, power. The ability to hold someone else's life in my hands is a high that I just can't get enough of. I love alcohol, a fancy green liquid is probably my favorite.

5) You have (at least) one secret. What is it?
My mother was a whore, sex was a common thing in my household growing up. I miss her dearly. I choose not to grieve openly because if I did, I'm certain I would fall apart.

6) Have you done something Notable? What was it?
I once convinced a group of gangers to get rid of a damn piece of shit who was intent on naming himself king of the wasteland. I took his place instead.

7) Are you in charge or do you let others take that roll? Do you rebuke authority or revel in it?
I should be in charge, listening to me is the best way to get things done. I understand that there are different types of authority but I should be in charge regardless. I'm Baklava the Face damn it!

8) Do you follow through on your promises and obligations? Or do you delay or avoid? Do you feel guilty when you don't uphold them?
I'll follow through on enough promises to get by, but if it becomes an inconvenience then... well, it's not like people won't live if I don't hold onto a few of them. I've only made one true promise to someone I intend to keep, everyone else can just go to hell.

9) What are your opinions on Good and Evil? Do they exist? Or is it all shades of Grey? Where do you see yourself?
I'm only human, just like everyone else. There are some bad people out there, but even good people will walk all over you if you let them. Sometimes you just have to remain resolute and remind them of their place.

My name is Baklava. My mom said she gave it to me because I was the sweetest thing in her life.

I spent a lot of my early years just trying to survive in a pretty crappy town. Though I can't necessarily say it was all bad, I had a few descent years playing with other normal kids, I was just the best out of them when it came to talking.

I always seemed able to make friends, mostly it was because of my mother who always seemed to have "friends" of hers over. A lot of them spoke different languages and she learned to speak it and had me learn it too. Because of that most language barriers never really stood in my way to making friends or getting people to listen to me.

I never really stood out too much, at least beyond my knotted skull, my mom said it had something to do with the nuts, weird. I was about average height so others never picked on me but I wasn't tall enough to be imposing and I was always a bit skinny but so were a lot of people. I liked having friends, so I made a lot of them. My mom gave me a toy gun when I was 8, it made other kids afraid of me but also want to follow me, since other mean adults had guns. It worked out, so, whatever.

My mother got ill however, and then she passed away making me promise to take care of myself. People came then, and tried to take what I had. I wasn't fully grown yet, I couldn't stop them, at least not myself. My friends were angry at what was happening and came to help me. Together we stopped them. Then when they tried to get back at us we fought them again. Soon I began to lead our group, looking out for each other. They were MY friends, I refused to let anyone else, the rest of those peasants hurt us without punishment.

For years that's how it went. Me, slowly accumulating power and resources we could. I never had to do anything I didn't want to do. As I got even older I realized that there was a balancing act I had to maintain. Too much desperation made us, made me violent, cruel, and vindictive. I had to avoid that level of desperation no matter what... because the things I did when it was there... I liked them.

I don't really see anything wrong with helping people when it's convenient or getting rid of them when they're being trouble. It's just how it is.