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  2. Character sheet notes: Anything in brackets is purely a fluff term used by the character to refer to actual game mechanics
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  6.  Name: Tabernacle              Level:  1         Destiny:  
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  8.     Age: Unknown      Race: Android / Male      Job: Ranger [Gunner]  Build: Bulky, Vaguely Humanoid
  9.     Ht: 6 foot 8 inches     Wt. 350 pounds     Hair: None   Eye: camera lens  Skin: rusty metal shell with remnants of a tan, military paintjob
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  11.     Appearance: Unlike most androids, Tabernacle was built to look as impregnable and intimidating on the battlefield as possible. Lacking human traits other than two arms and two legs, Tabernacle's body is composed of a bulbous, armored shell interspersed with camera lenses for sight instead of a head. General appearance is extremely ramshackle, with hasty repairs present in all body parts.
  12. Gear, such as ammunition or potions are usually stowed in a ramshackle array of suplus military pouches or simply taped to his chassis. Various religious symbols and lucky charms hang off his chassis in places. Overall it appears as if this former state-of-the-art military android has had to make due with simple, ham-handed repairs by only somewhat skilled village blacksmiths and carpenters.
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  14.     Quote: "Do you know the maddening feeling that comes with forgetting a little more of yourself every day? I... there are days I have to remind myself I was human once..."
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  17.     Attribute Score (Rating)         Skills (20 points spent)
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  19.     Strength     (STR): 6 (2)       Escape (4)
  20.     Vitality     (VIT): 8 (2)       Athletics (4)
  21.     Dexterity    (DEX): 9 (3)       Survival (2)
  22.     Spirit       (SPR): 3 (1)       Stealth (4)
  23.     Intelligence (INT): 4 (1)       Swimming (4)
  24.                                     Awareness (2)
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  26.     Weapons: Concealed, Ranged
  27.     Armor: Light, Medium
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  30.     Combat Statistics                   Limit Break
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  32.     HP: 24
  33.     MP: 0                              
  34.     Racial Bonuses: Starts with 5 points of Grafts
  35. Is considered a construct/humanoid
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  38.     Evasion      (EVA)  : 17 (8+DEX)  
  39.     Accuracy     (ACC)  : 10 (1+DEX)
  40.     Armour       (ARM)  : 4
  41.     Magic Armour (M.ARM): 4
  42.     Effect: -
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  44.     Language: Common Tongue, Binary
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  47.     Equipment              Gil: 100g
  48.    (Graft) Self Repair
  49.    (Graft) Weapon Attachment
  50.    (Graft) Breathless
  51.    Leather Armor [Ramshackle repairs]
  52.    Tier 1 Ranged weapon (Grafted to Right Arm) [Tuskanov Semiautomatic Rifle]  (DEX+2d6)
  53.    Tier 1 Concealed Weapon [Tuskanov Spike Bayonet] (DEX+2d6)
  54.    Potion x 2 [Canned Food]
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  56.     Job Abilities
  57.      Epic: Sharpshot
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  59.      Innate: Reflexes
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  62.     Abilities
  63.      (Job) Sidewinder
  64.      (Job) Ammunition
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  68.     Backstory
  69.   Tabernacle was once a human soldier, mortally wounded (or so it seemed) in battle. He was to leave behind a loving family and a normal life in death.
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  71. The problem is that he never really died. His body was recovered from the battlefield and implanted in a prototype, state of the art M-tek combat android body, using technology and processes that were barely understood - the transition from man to machine was rougher than most. Plagued with build defects that caused him various effects like pain every minute he was awake to a slowly fading memory, his last conscious decision as himself was to desert the army days before he was scheduled to be decommissioned.
  72. He wandered the lands, doing odd jobs for villages as he forgot more and more about himself, eventually adopting the moniker Tabernacle in place of his forgotten real name.
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  74. Years of freelance mercenary work has left his formerly advanced, tuned, state of the art body into a ramshackle mess of improvised repairs and barely functioning systems - only the most robust of his once numerous implant grafts still function, and his formerly impregnable metal shell now
  75. a patchwork assortment of wooden beams, pot metal, cloth, and bits of his original armor plate.
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  77. He roams, looking for the man he was - and a way to adjust to the monster he is.
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  79.     4 Goals:
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  81.     1: (Personal) Come to terms with his loss of humanity
  82.     2: (Personal) Find a way to counteract his memory loss
  83.     3: (Greed) Collect enough gold to stop his body from falling apart
  84.     4: (Greed) Take revenge on the country that built him
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