Sasha Mau's page

Great (+4)

• Investigation
• Burglary

  Good (+3)

• Resources
• Scholarship

  Fair (+2)

• Athletics
• Alertness

  Average (+1)

• Stealth
• Survival
• Presence
• Empathy
• Deceit
• Rapport
• Contacts

Great (+4)

• Stealth
• Alertness

  Good (+3)

• Athletics
• Investigation

  Fair (+2)

• Endurance
• Survival
• Burglary

  Average (+1)

• Scholarship
• Empathy
• Deceit
• Rapport
• Presence

Beast Change -1
Sasha Changes into a Smoke Egyptian Mau

Echoes of the Beast -1
Sasha even in human form shares the enhanced sences of her feline kin. She has superb night vision (doesnt help in pitch black), And can hear a can open a mile away (+1 Alertness). Sasha understands and is understood by felines, particularly the domestic cats, but with effort can communicate with other larger breeds. In feline form this communication is effortless.

Diminuitive Size -1
Sasha becomes a housecat. they are by nature very small. The following are only applicable while in cat form. Sasha gains a +4 to stealth, a +2 to alertness and investigation to spot small details, and +1 to Athletics for dodging purposes.

Inhuman Speed -2
Alertness is at +4 for the purpose of determining initiative. Athletics checks are made at +1, including dodging. When sprinting this bonus is increased to +2.Whenever moving as part of another physical activity, you may move one zone without taking the –1 penalty for a supplemental action. Difficulty factors due to moving are reduced by two when rolling Stealth.

Human Form +1
Sasha loses access to her inhuman speed and diminuitive size earning +1 refresh for the 3 points worth of ability she can't use while in human form.

Anthropology Major -1
Sasha may use her Scholarship instead of Performance for the art appreciation trapping.
Deft fingers -1
Any lockpicking effort takes place two steps faster than usual on the time table.

When I was young my mother used to tell me stories of her homeland, Full of shining sands and huge stone monuments to greatness past. She would wax eloquent on her grandmother's great-grandmother's station as beloved of the gods. She spent so much time dwelling on past glories that she neglected the present. Our once great family dwindling to a middle aged woman and her daughter, living in a tenement and struggling to survive. I decided to do something about it. I started off small, lifting things from pawnshops and the local mall. When I discovered I had a real Talent for it I upped the ante and started targeting private collectors. I amassed a tidy pile of valuables, But discovered I had no talent for getting rid of them once I had them. Guess I should have taken cash.

I got reckless. After all, who in the world would believe that a 9 pound kitty that liked to sneak into museums and private showrooms was actually a 5' 10" 130 pound college student majoring in Anthropology? someone did. I ripped off the wrong people and they came after me with a vengeance. While I was in my classes one day they found my house. I came home late that day, If I had been home on time I still wouldn't have been able to save my mother.They must have gotten there right after i left. No, they didn't kill her, it would have been kinder. they put out her eyes, split her tongue and crushed her fingers. they carved sigils into her flesh and beat her until she almost died. They torched our house. Then they dumped her at an emergency room. Turns out one of the items i had stolen was the prize possession of a cult of madmen. They had set a watch on the hospital and waited for me to show up. I did. The nurse came in and insisted that visiting hours were over, No i couldn't sleep here. i left the hospital and was heading for a hotel when the lights in the parking garage went out. That was not as big a deal as you might think, i have amazing night vision. the crowbar, on the other hand put the lights out much better. when i came to i was in the trunk of a car, we were moving and i had some sort of bag over my head. my ears were ringing, my head was throbbing and i think i could taste purple. Then the car hit a rut in the road and i bounced into the roof and go go gadget concussion, lights out again. When i woke up next i was sitting upright, tied to a chair with that stupid sack still over my head. The place smelled like blood and expensive incense, with undertones of fear, and something else that it took me longer to identify. death. The whole place reeked of death. I have no idea how long i was there, it felt like days. then i heard foot steps running around, more than two sets, running fast. Then an explosion and again nothing at all. When i regained consciousness again there was something cold dripping on my face and i had a slab of building material wedging me into a corner. the chair was broken and it was easy enough to wriggle out of the slackened ropes, but i was trapped under the rubble. i might have gone mad if it had taken longer to find me, but i have no way of knowing how long i was out. When i started screaming for help I was heard and the firemen managed to get me out without crushing me under the debris. when i was safe in the ambulance i passed out again. I found out later that there were more than a dozen recent corpses in the warehouse, and even more buried underneath, dating back to before there was even a warehouse there. i spent a week in the hospital bed, and hated every minute of it. my mother was on the mend, but she would never see again. her fingers were too badly damaged to even write, but her tongue would heal well enough to talk, they said. If her broken mind ever came together enough to face the world again, that is.

I was contacted last week by a member of a local Native American tribe, Seems one of their burial mounds had been desecrated. They wanted me to get back a medicine bag that was buried there with good reason. Apparently the damn thing was the seal on a particularly nasty portal to the never never, and with it missing the portal was going to open at the next new moon. I now have two more days to find it and get it back in it's place. As always, research comes first. While at the local university attending a fortuitously timed lecture on the history of the local tribes I noted the lecturer as a possible source of information on the subject. He was very knowledgeable on many subjects and seemed to be the best person to talk to. I introduced myself and made an appointment for tomorrow to pick his brain. We parted ways and with nothing better to do that night, I decided to practice my art on the buildings of the university. Of course I wasn't going to take anything, it's just good to practice on all kinds of locks and entry routs. While scaling one of the obscure buildings I heard an awful racket. I looked in the window and saw some of the ugliest bipeds i have ever seen engaged in battle with a girl who seemed to be holding her own, but was still far outnumbered. Then the front door opened and the professor ran in and started throwing things around with his mind, all very cool. He and the girl teamed up and soundly thrashed the Nasties. The two people left and I, with much to think about went back to my penthouse. After some planning and a few calls to my client as well as a trip to his house I was ready to go see Mr. Renault. Had a bit of a hairy time when i told him that i knew what he was, but it settled quickly when i told him my real reason for wanting to talk to him. i brought out the few beads left behind in the mound, and with his help i tracked the medicine bag to a private collector who obviously didn't know what he had. Less than an hour later i had the bag and was headed back to the burial mound. All tied up with a bow. the next week i slipped an envelope under his door with $5,000 inside and a note that simply said thanks.