About F5174Description:
When you first see her, you see a very dirty little girl. She has wild matted dirty blonde hair that falls in every different direction. She’s wearing what appears to be a slightly revealing hospital gown, but it is barely recognizable with the caked dirt and tears. You can’t really determine an age, but her body it slightly developed so your guessing somewhere in her adolescence. She can speak, quite well actually, but always seems distracted and leaves long pauses in sentences, or simply starts a thought and then never returns to it, either walking away or staring off into space. She is stand-offish, but slightly curious. Men scare her and will take a long time to win her trust. When you look into her eyes you see that they are different colors, one blue, the other green, and you feel like there is a highly intelligent, but extremely dangerous being, staring back. She offers no name, but when you ask who she is, she simply shows you a tattoo on her right wrist, F5174. By her feet is a small poisonous centipede. He crawls up her leg and pops out of her gown at her shoulder, tickling her ear with his antennae. She reaches her hand up and let him crawl on, playing from hand to hand. He’s got a reddish tint to his exoskeleton with large black pinchers. If asked, F5174 says his name is Red. Since her name is letters and numbers, this is about as creative as the name calling gets. Back Story:
F5174 has no knowledge of how she got to Pandora, how long she’s been here or even her own age or real name. She gets snippets of memories from before, but they make no sense and are distorted with images of laboratories, blood, gore and guns. All she’s ever known is the lab, the fights, and Red, her only friend in the world. Red was a small poisonous house centipede, but early on in her time there they formed a special bond. He crawled into the facility through air ducts and had made his way to her room. She had just come from a ‘treatment’ where she was injected with a cocktail of different mind altering substances. He came down the wall onto her bed and bit her. However, before the poison could seep out of his fangs, her genetically altered blood seeped into his own blood. And invisible bond formed in that moment and he released her, scurried up to the space between her neck and shoulder, and curled up. When she awoke, he was staring her in the face. She didn’t know why, but she wasn’t scared. She thought that she could feel what he felt. From that day forward, she could feel where he was, and it seemed that whatever she knew, he knew. Anytime that she was sent to fight skags, she put him in her pocket, because she felt like her powers wouldn’t work without him. She didn’t even really understand what her powers were, but if he was close everything would be ok. Everything would work.
She spent what felt like years there. Every week had the same routines, at least what she could remember - tests, fighting, playing with Red, and night visits in the barracks or with the men in lab coats- it was all she knew. And then there were the shots that made her forget. Not everything, just some things. Nothing could make her forget everything… One day something changed. She heard people talking about leaving, a waste of time, and gathering all the subjects. All the men in lab coats and the men with guns, the ones who guarded her for whatever reason and the ones who gave her the shots to make her forget, they were in a hurry. Some were shredding or burning documents. Some hoarding food. Two men killed themselves yesterday. She didn’t know what was going on, but she knew that one day they didn’t give her the special shot. The special one that made her forget. Her memories were mostly blurs of events. Night visits, fights with the skags, time spent in the laboratory, Red. The skags scared her, but when she got scared enough they died. They all died. All she did was scream, and then it was over. Sometimes she wanted to scream at the men, but they always pointed the guns at her. She knew what the guns did. They also killed skags, and people. And they could kill Red, so she didn’t scream at them. She did what they said. The men placed bets, drank, and made her fight. She met other girls and boys like her. Sometimes they made them fight. None of them wanted to, but they would scare them until someone died. Someone always died. There were women there, but she didn’t see them very often. She overheard someone saying they were too nice. That they would form attachments. F5174 didn’t know what that meant, but she liked the women. The men called themselves nice, but only during the night visits. She didn’t want nice. The whole place was in chaos, she could see from her cell. She had a small window with thick glass. Her cell was an 8x8 room with a bed, a small table for coloring and a small chest with a few broken toys and the food she stole for Red. They told her that these walls were special walls and that she could scream all she wanted but no one would hear her. And this time she was screaming. For someone to come. She didn’t like the shots but she also didn’t like not knowing what was going on. What she could see from her window into the lab was scary and she didn’t like it. No one had ever acted like this before. She screamed, and screamed, and screamed. It had been two hours since she should be getting her shot. Then she started to remember. Remember things she could do. She looked out the window and saw one of the guards standing near a man in a lab coat shredding documents, holding a gun. She stared at the gun. Suddenly the gun started to turn red, the guard yelled, throwing the gun and waving his hands. The man in the lab coat looked at her and turned pale. He ran over to a cabinet and opened it, pulling out a syringe and a bottle. It was the shot. Suddenly she decided she didn’t want it anymore. She didn’t want to forget. And this time she wouldn’t. He came up to her door and hit an intercom to her room. ”Now, I’m sorry we forgot this morning. Things are changing around here, but we can’t forget your shots. We’re going to be taking you somewhere else. Now, promise me you won’t scream when I open the door?” He put on a big smile, and then she recognized him. She visited him last night. She nodded her head yes. She lied. The door opened and he stepped through gingerly. Seeming to talk to himself, he focused on the needle as it went into the medicine bottle. ”Of course they forgot her. They took the rest of them but they bloody forgot her.” He shook his head a little as he walked over to her, flicking the needle twice. She screamed like she had never screamed before. He immediately dropped the needle and pressed his hands over his ears, cringing. Blood started coming out of his nose, his eyes, and his ears, flowing in between his fingers. He fell to his knees. She stopped screaming and walked up to him, running her hand over his hair, almost like she was petting him. ”Shhhh, it’s going to be ok.” He looked up at her, his face covered in blood, pulling his hands from his ears. Red scurried up on her shoulder, feeling the emotions she associated with this man. She looked into his eyes. ”Do you remember what you told me last night? You said ‘It’s ok, it will be over soon.’ Shhhhh. Shhhhhhh…” He started to protest, but before the words could form she pushed her hand down on his head and a sharp scream left his lips as his head burst into flames. She bent over his body, pulling the keys out of his pocket. He was still barely breathing, broken, shallow breaths. Her hand reached out to his chest and blood leaked from every orifice as he stopped breathing. She opened the door out of the laboratory which was also fit with sound dampening walls so no one outside the lab had heard anything. The two guards standing there didn’t even have a chance before she let out another scream, sending them flying in opposite directions. They both scrambled up and ran down the hallways. An alarm went off, but with most of the staff already gone there weren’t enough people to find her. She put the key in the door and it opened up. They were free. F5174 Crunch:
F5174
Female Changeling Druid 2/Dreamweaver Witch 2 CN Medium Humanoid (elf) Init +2; Senses dark vision; Perception +9 -------------------- Defense -------------------- AC 13, touch 12, flat-footed 11 hp 20 (2d8)(+2 Unnatural Trait) Fort +5, Ref +3, Will +6 -------------------- Offense -------------------- Speed 30 ft. Spell-Like Abilities Lightning Arc (7/day) Druid Spells Prepared (CL 2): 1 (2/day) Obscuring Mist, Cure Light Wounds, Wind Wall, Produce Flames, Burning Disarm (DC 15) 0 (at will) Flare (DC 14), Create Water, Mending, Guidance Witch Spells Prepared (CL 2): 1 (2/day) Inflict Light Wounds (DC 14), Ear Piercing Scream (DC 14) Known by Familiar: Summon Monster I, Undines Curse (DC 14), Burning Hands (DC 14), Summon Thoughts (DC 14) 0 (4/Day) Spark (DC 13), Bleed (DC 13), Daze (DC 13), Touch of Fatigue (DC 13) -------------------- Statistics -------------------- Str 13, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 17, Wis 19, Cha 15 Base Atk +1; CMB +2; CMD 15 Feats - Silent Spell Traits - Unnatural Skills (* = Class Skill)
Languages Common, ??
-------------------- Familiar, House Centipede:
House Centipede CR 1/8 XP 50
AC 17, touch 15, flat-footed 14 (+3 Dex, +2 natural, +2 size)
Speed 40 ft., climb 40 ft.
Str 1, Dex 17, Con 10, Int —, Wis 10, Cha 2
Poison (Ex)
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