About Ignacio Walker
Origin: Martian
Social Class: Lower Class
Background: Urban
Profession: Clergy
Drive: Visionary
ACCURACY: 2
CONSTITUTION: 1
COMMUNICATION: 3 (Persuasion)
DEXTERITY: 2 (Acrobatics)
FIGHTING: 2
INTELLIGENCE: 0
PERCEPTION: 1
STRENGTH: 0
WILLPOWER: 2 (Faith)
Defense: 12
Speed: 12
Toughness: 1
Fortune: 15
Talents:
Inspire
You inspire your friends and allies. If you are conscious and they are within sight of you, your allies gain a +1 bonus to all Willpower-related tests.
Misdirection
As a major action, you can make a Communication (Deception) test opposed by an opponent’s Willpower (Self-Discipline); if you succeed, your opponent cannot perform stunts until the end of your next turn.
Oratory
You know how to work a crowd. If you fail a Communication (Persuasion) test when trying to convince a group (not an individual), you can re-roll it, but must keep the results of the second roll.
Life on Mars isn’t all that the Congressional Republic cracks it up to be. The rough streets of the outer Mariner Valley proves that. The mines of the valley fuel the supremacy of the Martian navy, but it’s inhabitants don’t often share in that prosperity.
It was into the Mariner Valley that Ignacio Walker came, kicking and screaming to two miners with barely enough to scrape by. His childhood was rough in the five neighborhoods, and by the time he turned fourteen he knew that though he might be a miner’s son, he wasn’t going to follow in his parent’s footsteps. Not just that, he wanted to make sure that life for those he had struggled alongside wouldn’t be defined by the hard circumstances of their birth.
He found his calling within the basalt walls of the parish church of Our Most Holy Mother of the Dust (Nuestra Madre Santisima del Polvo in his native Spanish), and by the time he turned twenty he had been ordained as a priest of the Catholic church.
Life in the Mariner Valley was still hard, and the violence that plagued the urban districts led him to becoming a crack shot and a proficient brawler. His more violent skills, however, paled in comparison to his skill with words and persuasion which he preferred to use whenever possible.
Ignacio Walker, most commonly going by “The Padre,” is a Martian of Mexican descent, tall and graceful as most Marsborn tend to be. Going on thirty three, his dark hair and perpetual stubble are just barely tinged by flecks of grey. He wears dark jeans and the black shirt and collar of the Catholic clergy. Though he speaks with a Mariner Valley drawl, it’s tinged with an accent from Spanish, his native language.
Ignacio is a kind and humble man, as he knows that the Good Shepherd commands him to be. That said, he has lived in an area fraught with violence, and knows that when words and scripture fail, one must do what they need to, and hope that their penance will be enough to redeem them. He sees his calling as a spiritual and political matter. All people were made equal by the Lord, and in his eyes, it is the duty of the church to uplift those who fortune hasn’t smiled upon. Though this mentality has made him few friends among the elite of the church, he cares little for their games.
