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- Name: Fresh Prince
- Gender: Male
- Race: Earth Pony
- Class: Trickster (Bard/Rouge)
- Talent: Microphone (+2 Inspire)
- Hit/Wounds: 6/6
- Alignment: Chaotic Good
- Skills:
- (Free Racial) Tough: passive; Earth ponies take 1 additional hit before becoming helpless as well as 1 extra wound once they become helpless, for a total of 6 hits and 6 wounds without other modifiers. They can also lift, carry and move heavier objects than unicorns and pegasi.
- (Racial) Earth Pony Way: Being born without a horn or wings has taught you how to spend more time and effort in the things you do. You can pick one skill and gain a +1 bonus. This does not include non-skill actions like melee attacks or recovering from helplessness. (BONUS: Stealth)
- (Free Multiclass) Ruse: once per combat; use this skill when you roll a critical failure, on success it is instead treated as a critical success.
- (Class) Cheap Shot: recharge 1, weapon; outside of combat, this skill is automatic and renders the target helpless. In combat, 9+ renders the target helpless
- (Class) Stealth: become hidden. Enemies cannot attack you until you reveal yourself. An attack used in stealth Autocrits. Can be used at DC8 in combat.
- (Class) Inspire: You use song and performance to enthrall a crowd or rally your allies.
- Combat: the entire party gains +1 to all rolls next turn, or +2 on a critical success; this bonus does not stack with repeated use. Critical failure replaces the bonus with a -1 penalty to all rolls next turn.
- Noncombat: you perform for a gathered audience, and can garner reputation, favors, and resources as the GM deems appropriate
- Inventory:
- Shank: Single Weapon
- Hoodie
- Walkpony and Headphones
- Backpack: Snacks, Soda, ect.
- Traits:
- Now, this is a story all about how
- My life got flipped-turned upside down
- And I'd like to take a minute
- Just sit right there
- I'll tell you how I became the Prince of a town called Bel-Mare
- In west Fillydelphia born and raised
- On the playground was where I spent most of my days
- Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
- And all shootin some b-ball outside of the school
- When a couple of ponies who were up to no good
- Started making trouble in my neighborhood
- I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
- She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Mare'
- I begged and pleaded with her day after day
- But she packed my suit case and sent me on my way
- She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket.
- I put my Walkpony on and said, 'I might as well kick it'.
- First class, yo this is bad
- Drinking apple cider out of a champagne glass.
- Is this what the people of Bel-Mare living like?
- Hmmmmm this might be alright.
- But wait I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that
- Is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat?
- I don't think so
- I'll see when I get there
- I hope they're prepared for the Prince of Bel-Mare
- Well, the train rolled in and when I came out
- There was a stallion lookin' like a guard standing there with my name out
- I ain't trying to get arrested yet
- I just got here
- I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared
- I whistled for a cart and when it came near
- The license plate said "Fresh" and it had hay in the rear
- If anything I could say that this cart was rare
- But I thought 'Nah, forget it' - 'Yo, homes to Bel-Mare'
- I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
- And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later'
- I looked at my kingdom
- I was finally there
- To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Mare!
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