Kevin Fisher

Spawn of the messenger god, Hermes, Kevin is hell bent on pushing the limits and testing himself against greater challenges.

Description:

Name: Kevin Fisher Calling: Athlete/Brawler Pantheon: Greek
Player: Dwayne Nature: Bravo God: Hermes

Attributes
Strength:…3/2…….Charisma:……..2/0……Perception:….3/0
Dexterity:..4/3…….Manipulation:.2/0……Intelligence:…2/2
Stamina:….4/3…….Appearance:…3/0……Wits:……………4/2

Attributes:
Academics: 1, Athletics*: 5, Awareness*: 3, Brawl: 3, Craft (Metal): 2, Fortitude: 3, Integrity: 2, Larceny*: 4, Marksmanship: 2, Melee: 4, Occult*: 1, Stealth*: 1, Survival*: 2, Thrown: 4

(*=Favored by god)

Boons: Arete (Athletics): 3, Arete (Melee): 2, Psycho-pomp- Unerring Orientation, Where are you?, Unbarred Entry,

Knacks: Make it look easy, Cobra Reflexes, Cat’s Grace, Language Mastery, Divine Balance, Knockback Attack, Body Armor, Impenetrable, And the Crowd Goes Wild, Self-Healing, Opening Salvo, Math Genius

Birthrights
Orion’s Lance: 6 foot spear with alter size and Legend x5 yards range
Ioke’s Spatha: Short sword with -1 to speed and alter size
Targe of Kratos: Scutum with 2 DV (3 total) and alter size
Hello/Goodbye: Knuckles captured from a wayward scion of Zeus with a -1 to speed, +1 to accuracy, damage is +4L instead of bashing, and have piercing and knockdown.
Wayfarer’s Compass: A simple and small compass that grants access to Psychopomp.

Weapons:………….Speed:…….Accuracy:……….Damage:…..Defense:……..Range:…..Other:
Orion’s Lance………….5………………..1……………..3L……………..0…………..20yds
Ioke’s Spatha…………..3………………..1……………..4L……………..1
Hello/GdBye……………3………………..2……………..4L……………..1………………………….P/KD
Targe…………………….6………………-1……………..2B……………..1

Other:
Willpower: 7
Dodge: 13
Parry: 9
Join Battle: 7
Soak: 8/6/3
Legend: 4

Virtues:
Expression 2
Intellect 2
Valor 2
Vengence 3

Bio:

Kevin was always an odd child. He was born the son of a traveling salesman, who had skipped town before his mom, Janet, had even begun to show signs of being pregnant. She quickly married Adam Fisher, who raised Kevin as his own. He soon had a brother and sister, twins, who were his constant driving force. He did whatever he felt necessary to entertain them and keep them happy. He never questioned the extra birthday card each year, simply signed “The Mailman”.

He received his first broken leg at the age of 6, from attempting a home-made parachute made from a blanket while jumping from the roof. He quickly recovered, to the amazement of everyone, and was soon back at his daring attempts. Soon, broken bones were as common to Kevin as knee scrapes were to other kids. He could not get enough of the thrill of challenging himself. His parents enrolled him in any martial arts course they could find, brought him to soccer, baseball and football practice, and did everything else in their power to wear him down enough to slow down. Nothing worked. The harder he pushed, the more he felt driven to continue pushing. He seemed tireless and unstoppable.

After high school, he was quickly picked up for a college football scholarship, but unfortunately his lack of focus on anything not risky enough meant his grades fell. After a mere two years in college, his GPA dropped too low and his scholarship was lost. From there, Kevin sampled careers. He served as a police officer, a bouncer for a strip club, an MMA trainer, or anything else he could think of that would push his body to the edge.

Then everything changed. The Mailman delivered a package, and then quickly left. Inside was a note that simply read, “Son, it is time to awaken the messenger within you.” Beneath the note were a few small tokens, charms by the looks of them, in the shape of a disk, a tiny dagger, and a pin. He held them in his hands, rolling them back and forth, when a meteor crashed down on him, driving him to the ground. Suddenly he was at Marathon, running to deliver the news of victory. He was at the first Olympics, hurling a metal discus with all of his strength. He was at Thermopylae, preparing to drive back another wave of Persians. Everything swam for a moment. He was leaning in, informing the President that the Japanese had attacked Pearl Harbor. He was a forward scout, trudging through the jungles of Vietnam. He was a doctor, telling a young mother that her child’s cancer was in remission. Vision after vision washed over Kevin, until his mind could no longer take it and he went into a deep slumber.

There, the Mailman stood. Dreamlike eddies swirled around his feet. Kevin started to speak, but the Mailman held up his hand. “No, now is not the time for questions. Now is the time to deliver a message. Your father sends his regards. You are not born of this world. You are the heir to a divine birthright. This comes with many privileges. It also comes with a cost. Your father’s war is now your own. Even as we speak, the Titans grow more powerful. Take up these gifts, ready yourself for battle, and seek out others like you. Beware, your family is in danger every moment you are near them. Do with that warning what you will. It is not my place to give orders, only to deliver messages.”

Kevin woke. No meteor had crashed through his ceiling. No cataclysm had erupted. He had simply fallen asleep, it would seem. But if it were all a dream, then where did he get this plane ticket to Las Vegas, and where did these incredibly detailed charms come from?

Kevin Fisher

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