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'Dirty' Dergo's page

47 posts. Alias of TerraNova (RPG Superstar 2009 Top 32).


Race

Human

Classes/Levels

Rogue 3

Gender

male

Size

medium

Age

19

Special Abilities

-

Alignment

CG

Deity

Razmir

Occupation

Deckhand

Strength 14
Dexterity 18
Constitution 12
Intelligence 12
Wisdom 8
Charisma 13

About 'Dirty' Dergo

Combat Stats:

HP: 12+2d8
Saves: +2/+8/0
AC: 10

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Background:

The Red Box is an independant bordello in the middle district of Absalom. Unaffiliated, its primary purpose is making money for the owners. The occasional child is just factored as a cost of doing business. Dergo was born the third child of Marga, and easily settled into the small gang of children. His life was never luxurious, but it was relatively free of significant hardship. He never lacked a meal or a sympathetic ear.

As he grew older, some token attempt was made to find him an apprenticeship with a craftsmen, but he, like many of his "brothers and sisters" just happened to gravitate towards the shady-to-illegal employment. Dergo just followed suit, running an odd job here, a small favor there... it would normally be enough to keep himself afloat.

Unfortuately, he never worked up the malice to work really malicious, thug jobs, but at the same time developed the bad habit of losing at cards. His debts began to spiral out of control as he approached maturity. But true to form, he has found a way to cop out of it without taking true responsibility. He has skipped Absalom with the first ship he could bluff himself into. He regrets that it "came down to this", but consoles himself with the knowledge that his creditors, especially Frenk the Cutter, probably wouldn't go hungry if they lost twice what he owed.

Appearance and Personality:

Dergo is a decently handsome young man who manages to turn his lowborn origin around. He has a cocky smile, manages to look scruffy in the right way, and has, despite his young age, managed to become somewhat of a ladies man. His nickname does not refer to his personal hygiene, but to his bawdy humor, that crosses the line of good taste so frequently in either direction, its hard really grow offended.

He keeps his black hair cut roughly, usually by one of his on-again-off-again conquests, and shaves regularly, regardless of circumstances. But more than any physique, he maintains an aura of confidence that very rarely crumbles.