| Classes/Levels |
Mundane | Hunters |
| Gender |
Charm +2 Cool +0 Sharp -1 Tough +1 Weird +1 | Moves: Opps!, Let's Get Out of Here, The Power of Heart |
About Kyle White
The Mundane
Name: Kyle White
Playbook: Mundane
Charm +2
Cool +0
Sharp -1
Tough +1
Weird +1
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Harm _ _ _ | _ _ _ _
Experience X X _ _ _
Moves:
Oops! - If you want to stumble across something important, tell the Keeper. You will find something important and useful, although not necessarily related to your immediate problems.
The Power of Heart - When fighting a monster, if you help someone, don’t roll +Cool. You automatically help as though you’d rolled a 10.
Let's Get Out of Here - If you can protect someone by telling them what to do, or by leading them out, roll +Charm instead of +Tough.
Gear: Baseball Bat, Nunchuks, Classic Car in Terrible Condition
Look: Man; Trustworthy Face; Casual Clothes;
Backstory: To be completely honest, Kyle isn't sure how he got to Parkland college. Obviously he drove his beat up Mustang there but how he got into the Study Abroad Program he wasn't sure. He was almost positive he hadn't signed up for it but orientation had been pretty confusing. He might have signed something that said Canada. Either way he was here now and rather enjoying the experience. Most Canadians were nicer but not anything like the stereotype. Actually, it was the government employees who were super nice. Even the their version of the DMV. Mind Blown. And some of them did say "aboot" but it was rare. Rare enough he giggled when he did hear it.
All in all the school was super accommodating despite Kyle not being prepared for it. They walked him through orientation at a slower pace, where there for questions when he was signing important papers, and showed him around the campus. A few of the students even showed him around the town and the places they liked to hang out. And he earned himself the title of Honorary Canadian when he finished off a plate of their most popular dish, poutine. Seriously, it was a heart attack worthy of any American stereotype about food. Cheese, gravy and cheese curds.
If it weren't for all the monsters the place would be great. Wait. What?
