Jason Vasil

A lost orphan banished to the wild to live off the land

Description:

Name: Jason Vasil …. Calling: Forest Ranger …. Pantheon: Greek
Player: Garrett …….. Nature: Survivor ………… God: Artemis

Attributes
Strength: 3/0 ………. Charisma: 2/0 …………….. Perception: 5/3
Dexterity: 5/3 ……… Manipulation: 3/0 ………. Intelligence: 2/0
Stamina: 3/2 ……….. Appearance: 2/0 …………. Wits: 3/1

Abilities:
Animal Ken: 1 ……… Athletics: 5 …………………. Awareness: 4
Brawl: 2 ………………. Craft (Wood) : 1 …………… Empathy: 2
Fortitude: 2 ………… Integrity: 2 ………………….. Investigation: 2
Larceny: 1 …………… Marksmanship: 5 ………… Melee: 1
Survival: 3 ………….. Stealth: 5

Birthrights:
Daikyu: Large bow with alter size and -2 speed
Moon Relic: Shaped as a Crescent moon necklace
Bottomless Quiver: Possesses 3-5 arrows that always returns

Weapons:
Daikyu: Speed: 4 / Accuracy: 0 / Damage: 3L / Range: 40yds

Boons:

Arete: (Marksman) …. 3
Arete: (Athletics) ……. 3
Arete: (Awareness) … 2
Moon: Smoking Mirrors, Silver Blessing

Knacks:
Dexterity: Trick Shooter, Cat’s Grace, Divine Balance, Roll With It, Untouchable Opponent.
Perception: Telescoptic Senses, Clairvoyance, Predatory Focus, Supernal Hunter
Stamina: Body Armor, Impenetrable
Wits Opening Gambit

Misc:
Willpower ….. 7
Dodge DV: … 13
Parry DV: …… 8
Join Battle: … 10
Total Soak: … 7B/6L/4A (Including armor)
Armor: ……… 2B/2L/0(2)A Bullet Proof Vest (Already added in)

Virtues:
Expression …1
Intellect …… 3
Valor ……….. 1
Vengence ….. 4

Languages:
English, Greek,

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Bio:

Quick edit, doing full thing soon enough.

I have been trained to fire a bow since I was forced to take care of myself at a young age. My mother was killed in a stab-and-grab mugging, and I never knew my father. Homeless, I was forced to live in the woods where I had to try to hunt for my food. An old man found me, dirty and weak from hunger. He took me in and trained me to live off the land. I grew up, every day hunting for my food, or going to bed hungry if my prey eluded me. The old man fed me until he felt I was good enough to hunt for myself, then he refused to feed me, telling me that I should put my training to use. It was a hard way to live, but if it wasn’t for my upbringing, I would never have gained the skills that I possess today. The old man had handcrafted me a bow not too long before he died. I used that bow for the last 10 years, and just when it was about time to replace it, I received my “gifts”

Jason Vasil

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