A LONG TIME AGO, IN A GALAXY FAR, FAR AWAY....

My groups have been dabbling in the Borg-verse (particularly Pirate Borg), and it's been a hoot.

But another has tickled my fancy:  Kyle Latino's and JP Coovert's delightful Star Borg.

David Okum has expanded on it...

...and inspired me to make my own species!

I hereby present.. THE TUSKED WALRISH!

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TUSKED WALRISH  —by Justin S. Davis

The fanged, flippered Walrish inhabit oceanic and swampy worlds.  Burly and surly, blubbery and clumsy, they lack conventional social graces and (usually over-) compensate with aggression and brawn.  They find baseline humans repugnant, and dislike them on sight.

Abilities:  -1 Agility (AGI), +1 Strength (STR)

Aquatic: Walrish breathe and move in water as if on land, and all STR tests are -2 DR when submerged.

Brutish: With Presence (PRS) tests involving tact and charm, Walrish suffer +2 DR, but make aggression-based PRS tests at -2 DR.

"Blackmail Is Such An Ugly Word. I Prefer 'Extortion'. The 'X' Makes It Sound Cool." — Bender Bending Rodriguez

The Star Wars juggernaut is upon us, and there's no escaping it's Force-choking clutches.

My household is pretty pumped about the upcoming flick, and The Woman expressed interest in Fantasy Flight's current rpg line.

So what better way to check out the SW: Edge Of The Empire game than by making a character?

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11-H8

Species:  Droid

Career:  Bounty Hunter

Specialization:  Assassin

Obligation:  Criminal (starting 10 points; +5 additional)

Motivation:  Ambition (Greed)

Characteristics

Brawn: 2, Agility: 2, Intellect: 2, Cunning: 3, Willpower: 1, Presence: 2

Figured Characteristics

Soak: 3, Wounds: 12,  Strain: 11, Defense:  0 / 0

Combat Skills

Brawl: 1, Melee: 2

General Skills

Athletics: 1, Medicine: 2, Perception: 1, Piloting (Planetary): 1, Skulduggery: 2, Stealth: 1, Streetwise: 1, Vigilance: 1

Talents

Enduring, Lethal Blows, Stalker

Weapons / Equipment

Vibro-scalpel, "Med Kit" (Anaesthetic (2), Avabush Spice, Neurotoxin), Binders (2), Comlink, Utility Belt, 5 credits

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Haughty and egotistical cosmetic surgery droid 11-H8 grew to despise his vapid, dull-witted clientele, and decided to remove more from them than cellulite.  He extracted secrets from his quasi-anaesthetized patients, and began a campaign of blackmail, extortion, and thievery...

...which completely blew up in his faceplate, as his clients were some of The Empire's richest, mightiest, and most unforgiving plutocrats.

Hijinks ensued... fleeing-and-going-underground-and-turning-to-even-more-crime-to-survive-related hijinks.

11-H8 now specializes in fugitive-reclamation, leg-breaking, and assassination, gleefully using his medical expertise in ways counter to his factory programming.

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He has "LV" engraved on his left claw-knuckles, and "H8" on the right.