Name: Jack Fukazawa Court: Yuu |
Yin Legacy: Squire Yang Legacy: Paladin |
Balance: Yang Rank: 11 |
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Str: 3 | Cha: 2 | Per: 3 | ||
Dex [Steady Hands]: 4 | Man: 2 | Int: 2 | ||
Sta: 3 | App: 2 | Wit: 3 |
TALENTS | SKILLS | KNOWLEDGES | ||
Alertness: 3 | Crafts [Blacksmith]: 2 | Classics: 2 | ||
Dodge: 3 | Drive: 2 | Bureaucracy: 1 | ||
Athletics: 3 | Firearms: 3 | Investigation: 3 | ||
Brawl: 3 | Perform [Bagpipes]: 2 | Law: 2 | ||
Intimidation: 3 | Melee: 3 | Linguistics: 2 | ||
Streetwise: 2 | Stealth: 2 | Law Enforcement: 2 | ||
Sense Deception: 3 | Area Knowledge: 2 | |||
Shentao [Yomi]: 4 |
TEMPERS | VIRTUES | BACKGROUNDS | ||
Willpower: 4 | Yang Chi: 6 | Allies: 1 | ||
Yin Chi: 5 | Resources: 3 | |||
Tao: 0 | Remembrance: 5 | |||
Title: 2 | ||||
Contacts: 3 | ||||
Pakua: 4 | ||||
Rank: 1 |
MERITS/FLAWS | LANGUAGES [*=dialects] | WU TAN | ||
Lifesaver [3F] | Mandarin Chinese | Tieh Tan: 2 | ||
Japanese | Lin Tan: 4 |
DESCRIPTION: Hotei: Jack is a bulldog of a man. Neither of the islands that he can trace his lineage to seem to have been overly concerned with looks, instead giving him an abundance of hard-as-steel muscles that he’s developed and clearly trained to use in very effective manners. His voice is gruff and gravelly, and he seems to be suspicious of almost everyone. When in uniform, he keeps every line crisp. When off-duty, he's prone to more relaxed clothing, most often white slacks and a matching shirt, though sometimes he'll opt for green instead. Most striking, of course, is when he dons the kilt and regalia of his Scottish clan. ![]() Wani: His features grow angular, almost gaunt, as his skin acquires a silver sheen, and his eyes become glowing white discs, with neither pupil nor iris. His garb becomes a simple robe of white silk, tied at the waist. His hands become sharp talons of ironwood, with large knobby knuckles that look quite capable of bludgeoning someone unconscious. Mask of Shintai: He becomes a living embodiment of Divine Justice, as his features grow even more angular, to the point of being skeletal, and freeze into an impassive grimace. His nails lengthen, and the long hair grows silvery, blowing in some unfelt breeze, as his eyes blaze brilliantly with the Wrath of Heaven. |
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