Owe 1182

Owe 1182

Fewspot appaloosa salmon male tsabhua adult with impala, choker, inkblot, and banding.
Carries: Heartfire and truespot
Colony
LostInProgres
Nicknames
-
Born
10mos and 3w ago
Species
Tsabhua
Height
282 cm (9 ft 3 in)
Sex
Male
Age
Adult
Level
Level One
Experience
67 / 100
Speciality
None
Visible Genes
Impala Fewspot Appaloosa Choker Inkblot Banding
Carried/Nonvisible Genes
Heartfire Truespot
He/Him | Youngest of the colony's hunters. Confident when with others, but nervous when with Reach and Reckon.
Severely Injured
Cannot Breed
Has an injury.

Armoury

Armour, Equipment, and Weapons.
Battered Basket
Laser Staff (Violet)

Ancestry

sire 0915
ss 0563
sss 0345
ssd 0321
sd 0058
sds 0015
sdd 0004
dam LT15
ds ????
dss ????
dsd ????
dd ????
dds ????
ddd ????
Genome

The genetic code of the colonist.

Stats and Skills

STATPOOL: 49
ARMOUR CLASS: 8
EXPERIENCE: 67 / 100
HEALTH: 6 / 10 HP
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Strength
6
Dexterity
8
Constitution
9
Intelligence
6
Wisdom
15
Charisma
4
Survival
2
Mining
?
Medicine
?
Science
?
Social
?
Stealth
?
Melee
?
Athletics
?
Precision
2
Personal Items Owe 1182 has 0 personal affects.
Companion Animals Owe 1182 has 0 companion animals.
Recent Gallery Posts Owe 1182 has 6 gallery submissions.
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...
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Credits
Art by
Xione
Design by
LostInProgres
Document Compiled
2mos and 3w ago
Document Adjusted
1mo and 2w ago
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