Reach 1135

Reach 1135

Lavender female tsabhua adult with underbelly and ember.
Colony
LostInProgres
Nickname
-
Born
1yr and 2mos ago
Species
Tsabhua
Height
235 cm (7 ft 8 in)
Sex
Female
Age
Adult
Level
Level Two
Experience
205
Speciality
None
Visible Genes
Underbelly Ember

Armoury

Armour, Equipment, and Weapons.
Reach 1135 has no equipment or weapons in their armoury.

Ancestry

sire 0132
ss 0048
sss IT04
ssd LT05
sd 0019
sds ????
sdd ????
dam 0929
ds ????
dss ????
dsd MT01
dd ????
dds ????
ddd MT04
Genome

The genetic code of the colonist.

Stats and Skills

STATPOOL: 52
ARMOUR CLASS: 10
EXPERIENCE: 205
HEALTH: 17 / 17 HP
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Strength
5
Dexterity
8
Constitution
12
Intelligence
5
Wisdom
17
Charisma
5
Survival
?
Mining
?
Medicine
-3
Science
?
Social
-3
Stealth
?
Melee
?
Athletics
?
Precision
3
Personal Items Reach 1135 has 0 personal affects.
Companion Animals Reach 1135 has 0 companion animals.
Recent Gallery Posts Reach 1135 has 18 gallery submissions.
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Literature
((The trail wound through dense underbrush, each broken twig and trampled fern hinting at the Nukap's path.)) So far Owe had tracked it all by himself, and he was quite proud of this fact, leading the way while Reach and Reckon followed behind. Owe, clutched his blaster, his eyes darting nervously at every sound. If he let the two more experienced hunters down he would be incredibly embarrassed. They had finally trusted him to take the lead, and he sur...
Literature
((The dense forest buzzed with the quiet hum of insects, the distant calls of birds, and the rustling of leaves underfoot as Reach, Reckon, and Owe moved cautiously through the undergrowth.)) "Tracks lead this way," Reach whispered, crouching to examine a fresh set of hoofprints in the damp soil. The print was large and deep, indicating a fully-grown Nukap. She gestured toward the north. "It's heading toward the river." Reckon nodded. "Good. If we're lucky, we'll cat...
Literature
The Nukap had been a real nuisance lately. Reach huffed, sharpening her spear while she watched Reckon and Owe grab their gear too. The trio had assumed that they would have a peaceful day, having just celebrated Owe officially having permission to hunt with them, but as soon as the three had woken up they were met with a frustrated looking Fawn. "You guys need to do something about the 30 to 50 feral Nukap that keep coming into the clearing whenever I send the whelps out to play...
Credits
Art by
Xione
Design by
LostInProgres
Document Compiled
9mos and 3w ago
Document Adjusted
2mos and 1w ago
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