Character: Ruby Harris
Template: Pure Mortal
High Concept Aspect: Lonely child in a
world full of danger.
Trouble Aspect: All discipline and no play makes Ruby a
Ruby got attacked and beaten by a group of older kids, she
dosen´t remember though, during the beating she hit her head
and passed out. Now she´s woken up, bruised and bleeding
though not fatally. She remembers her name but not where
she came from. She dosen´t know what she was trying to
do, wondering lost. She has a deep seeded need for
family particularly her mom. But she don´t know who she´s
Aspect: Are you my mummy?
Ruby cannot actively remember being beaten by the group of kids,
but her subconscious mind can. Because of this she is cautious
perhaps even fears kids and teenagers in general. Adults on the
other hand, people roughly 20 or older, is to her always responsible
Well meaning and kind. Unless actively opposed by another adult
she has a bond with or another adult of reason, she will become in
doubt as to that adults intentions, otherwise always believing in the
good of a grown up. Which can be devastatingly dangerous.
Aspect: The grown up´s only want to help me right?
I think the boy was 2-3 years older than me. He seemed to be
bloody all over, I had by now lived on the street for a while, learned
how to hide in a verity of places, figured out how to scrape enough
food together to stay alive, and been able to find all sorts of useful
stuff that those more fortunate than I would have considered scrap
without thinking how useful lots of this stuff was. I diden´t know
him. I should have been afraid of him, but I was not. I could read
his eyes, his soul, he was kind I could see that.
My instincts told me to run away, or to attack, that this was
dangerous, but nothing happened, my instincts were wrong, there
were good people in this world, around my own age roughly, not all
of them were monsters like I thought they were.
I cleaned his blood away, cleaned his wounds and bound them with
a wide verity of cloth. Once he was well again we went each our
own way and said goodbye. He wanted to stay together, but I was
so used to being alone without any of my peers being around that I
would rather wander alone. An adult would be a different story, but
A child like me? No that was an entirely different matter.
Aspect: I must do whatever I can to help the few angels bound in this hellish world
Power Level: Up to Your Waist
Skill Cap: Good
Skill Points Spent:
Base Refresh Level:
FP From Last Session:
Good (+3): Alertness, Endurance, Survival
- of slots:
Fair (+2): Athletics, Burglary, Stealth
- of slots:
Stunts and Powers:
-1 Go Native
-1 Tough Stuff
Total Refresh Adjustment: -2
Den 8 årige pige som Harold Madder tager som gidsel.
Blonde straight hair long, if you get all the dirt and the like out of
her hair. “Angel faced“ adorable if you get the dirt and stuff off
her face. Storm grey colored eyes. Undernourished poor thing.
Garments: The outermost layer on the upper body was at
some point a red Cardigan. You can´t determine what´s beneath it.
Either she´s wearing a complete dress or a skirt of some kind
which was apparently originally blue. Both are filthy and worn
Her legs are not covered, her shoes are normal outdoor shoes for
all purpose weather.