Spring 1023

Spring 1023

Twig female tsabhua whelp with dun, heartfire, nyala, and ember.
Carries: Flaxen
Colony
LostInProgres
Nickname
-
Born
11mos and 3d ago
Species
Tsabhua
Height
291 cm (9 ft 6 in)
Sex
Female
Age
Whelp

Needs Adult Reference.

Level
Level Zero
Experience
56 / 25
Speciality
Scholar's Assistant
Visible Genes
Dun Heartfire Nyala Ember
Carried/Nonvisible Genes
Flaxen
Cannot Breed
Too young.
Too low level.

Armoury

Armour, Equipment, and Weapons.
Spring 1023 has no equipment or weapons in their armoury.

Ancestry

sire 0076
ss MT02
sss ????
ssd ????
sd ????
sds ????
sdd ????
dam 0752
ds 0454
dss 0015
dsd 0073
dd 0718
dds 0357
ddd 0408
Genome

The genetic code of the colonist.

Stats and Skills

STATPOOL: 45
ARMOUR CLASS: 7
EXPERIENCE: 56 / 25
HEALTH: 9 / 9 HP
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Strength
5
Dexterity
5
Constitution
10
Intelligence
15
Wisdom
5
Charisma
5
Survival
-3
Mining
?
Medicine
?
Science
2
Social
?
Stealth
?
Melee
?
Athletics
?
Precision
?
Personal Items Spring 1023 has 0 personal affects.
Companion Animals Spring 1023 has 0 companion animals.
Recent Gallery Posts Spring 1023 has 5 gallery submissions.
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Literature
It had been a normal day out at first. Some of the whelps, Blast, Snap, and Spring, had been wanting to go see the swamp. They usually weren't really allowed in the swamp, as the colony considered it to be more dangerous than the fungal forest, but with water levels being low Blikk had figured it'd be okay to take the kids.   "Are we almost there, Mr. Blikk?" Snap asked hesitantly. They had been walking for a while now, and Blikk was sure that for a whelp the walk mus...
Literature
Rip hummed softly as she looked trough Spring's reports. The whelp had been doing surprisingly well. The whelp hadn't really made any breakthroughs, but her insights were incredibly useful nonetheless. In fact, Rip found herself impressed by the way Spring had pieced together subtle clues that had confused some of the more seasoned researchers. Her sharp eyes scanned the detailed notes and diagrams one more time and as ...
Literature
The camp was once again quiet, the sun sinking low on the horizon and casting long shadows over the empty workspace. Storm stood at the edge of the camp, her eyes gleaming with mischief.    She had been thinking about that diagram all day, the one showing the bunker door and its possible weak points. Sure, Depart had warned her off, but her curiosity was eating at her. There had to be something they were missing, someth...
Credits
Art by
Xione
Design by
LostInProgres
Document Compiled
10mos and 1w ago
Document Adjusted
2mos and 3w ago
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