Clever, enthusiastic rogue
Name: Alexis Renee Christian
Intelligence xxooo | Strength xxooo | Presence xxooo | Power
Wits xxooo | Dexterity xxxxo | Manipulation xxooo | Finesse
Resolve xxooo | Stamina xxooo | Composure xxxxo | Resistance
Mental | Physical | Social
(-3 Unskilled) | (-1 Unskilled) | (-1 Unskilled)
Academics ooooo | Athletics ooooo | Animal Ken ooooo
Computer xxooo | Brawl ooooo | Empathy xxooo
Crafts ooooo | Drive ooooo | Expression ooooo
Investigation ooooo | Firearms xoooo | Intimidation ooooo
Medicine ooooo | Larceny xxxoo | Persuasion ooooo
Occult ooooo | Stealth xxxoo | Socialize ooooo
Politics ooooo | Survival xoooo | Streetwise xxooo
Science xxooo | Weaponry xxxoo | Subterfuge xxxoo
Subterfuge (Lying) Larceny (lockpicking) Weaponry (Knife)
Defense 2 | Health 7 | Initiative 7 | Wisdom 7 | Size 5 | Speed 11 | Willpower 5
Virtue | Vice
Fortitude | Greed
Eidetic Memory (2) Direction Sense (1) Fighting finesse (2) Iron Stomach (2)
Order-The Guardians of the veil
Nimbus-Images of common housecats might be caught out the corner of one’s eye, a faint meow or purr from random inanimate objects, perhaps patterns seeming to have cat’s eyes woven within them for a brief moment.
Sanctum point-Library (Ghosts)
Sense Life (Life1) Control Base Life (Life2) Ephemeral Shield (Spirit2) Perfect Timing (Time1)
Homebrew lockpicking kit, well-loved knife, pocket sharpening stone, faded leather wallet
Tefnut is a 5’7” tall blonde woman, youthful and energetic in late teens or early twenties, those golden tresses lowering to curl outwards just above her shoulders, but pulled behind her ears to keep out of her brown eyes.
Her frame isn’t pudgy, having the tone of years of exercise, but still with the subtlety of having gotten enough to eat growing up. Perhaps she’s a little too shapely in the bust and hips, but men don’t usually complain.
Her usual attire is a comfortable red tanktop, cut high enough to show off her midriff, bra beneath optional. For pants she wears a slightly faded pair of light blue jeans, cuffs frayed around her ankles, a thin black belt keeping them around her waist. Overtop of all this is a black leather jacket, hanging lower than her shirt, with several zippered pockets on the inside of varying sizes, the back holding an emblem of a tree with little birds flitting around it. Her footwear is a pair of converse, red, not too new over her white-socked feet. An ankh necklace dangles from around her neck, resting almost in the apex of her cleavage. Her wardrobe isn’t the cleanest at times, but she’s not dirty.
“Orhpaned at a young age, left to wander the streets, fending for myself in a rat-pack under-society. Yep, your total sob story right there. I had tough times growing up. Had to sneak and steal what I needed, getting by on what I could find. I was tough, though. Nothing kept me down. Well, not until that cold. At least, at the time, I thought it was a cold. I coudln’t get it taken care of, so it tried to off me. That’s when I got to see Thyrsus. Oh, yeah, that really opened my eyes. Got taken in by the Veil after that. Nice folks, helped me get back into health and taught me stuff. Yeah, I still kinda keep in touch, but they don’t fully appreciate my nack for ‘acquiring things’, if you catch my drift. But hey, I have a dream and I’m gonna reach it. Gonna get myself well-to-do and never worry about the backstreets ever again. gonna take a lot of ‘borrowed money’, but it’s well worth it.”