| Full Name |
Nicolai the Noose |
| Race |
Zemyati |
| Classes/Levels |
Medic |
| Gender |
Male |
About Nicholai the Noose
Name: Nicholai the Noose
Specialty: Medic
Culture: Zemyati
Heritage Trait: Tough. Ignore level 1 Harm penalties.
Heritage Trait: Loyal. +1d in Group Actions.
Stress: 0/6
Trauma: 0/2
Corruption: 0/6
Blight: 0/4
Harm: None
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ACTIONS
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Insight: 3 0/6 XP
Doctor: 2
Research: 2
Rig: 2
Scout: 0
Prowess: 2 0/6 XP
Maneuver: 1
Shoot: 1
Skirmish: 0
Wreck: 0
Resolve: 2 0/6 XP
Consort: 1
Discipline: 1
Marshall: 0
Sway: 0
Specialties: 0 0/6 XP
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SPECIAL ABILITIES XP Clock: 0/6 XP (1 Advance)
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Attache: You may deploy on any mission, even outside the usual Specialist caps. Gain this ability for free when you become a Medic.
First Aide: You can spend 1 use of Tonics to remove appropriate level 1 harm from any one person on your mission.
Field Dressings: At the end of a mission you may expend remaining doctor uses to add 1 check to a Legionnaire’s level 2 or 3 harm, once per person.
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LOAD & EQUIPMENT
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Light
Fine Medic Kit 0/3
Tonics 0/1
Holy Symbol of Mercy
Normal - Selected
Fine Pistol
Ammo 0/5
Armor 0/1
Tonics 0/1
Heavy
Tonics 0/2
Utility
Hand Weapon
Oil 0/3
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BACKGROUND
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Nicholai the Noose: No one really knows where he hails from although his Zemyati features are clear enough. He doesn't talk about his past. "What happened before don't much matter." Is his usual response to any question on the subject. "Before" meaning before the Legion recruiter came through and cut him down from the gallows in the back water burg of Noginskya before he was good and properly hung.
No sense letting good fodder go to waste. Was the scarred 'recruiters' laughing response to any objections from the local Burgomaster.
Once in the Legion, it was discovered he had a knack for plugging holes in people, doling out Orite alchemy without spilling a drop, and even managing a solid twenty percent survival rate among any amputee who had the pleasure of meeting his saws. All that and the fact his mentor had connections that could acquire the foul smelling cigars he prefers led him into the medical core.
His blood stained Angel Wings of Mercy hang from a thick strand of the rope he was hung with. A somewhat gruesome reminder of his beginnings with the Legion and the obvious origin of the name given to him by his fellow soldiers and patients who typically remember the dangling rope as the last thing they see. That and the cigar fumed words..."Hold still, it's just going to hurt more if you make me start over."
