Roxy Riggs

Description:




Name: Roxanne Riggs
Player: Joslyn
Concept: Tough-as-nails biker

Virtue: Fortitude
Vice: Wrath
Covenant: Circle of the Crone

Clan: Gangrel
Bloodline: Bruja
Title: Hound
Intelligence:
Wits: •••
Resolve: ••
Strength: ••••
Dexterity: ••
Stamina: ••••
Presence: •••
Manipulation:
Composure: •••
Mental (-3 unskilled)
Academics_______ooooo
Computers_______ooooo
Crafts_______________••ooo
Investigation_____ooooo
Medicine________ooooo
Occult______________••ooo
Politics__________ooooo
Science _________ooooo
Physical (-1 unskilled)
Athletics____________•••oo
Brawl_______________••••o
Drive_______________••ooo
Firearms___________oooo
Larceny____________oooo
Stealth_________ ooooo
Survival_________ooooo
Weaponry_______ooooo
Social (-1 unskilled)
Animal Ken________••ooo
Empathy________ ooooo
Expression_________oooo
Intimidation________•••oo
Persuasion_________oooo
Socialize___________ooooo
Streetwise_________oooo
Subterfuge________oooo
Disciplines
Cruac ••
Nightmare
Protean ••••
Vigor


Ghoul:
Ricky Anderson

Flaws
Dehumanization

Merits
Altar ••
Fighting Style (Aggressive) •••••
Inhuman Resistance •••
Resources
Retainer •••
Status (city)
Status (covenant)
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Health
•••••••••o

Willpower
•••••ooooo

Blood Potency
••oooooooo

Humanity
••••••oooo

Bio:

It’s good to be a Kindred. Y’know why? You’re at the top of the food chain. And not just literally. I mean nobody in his right mind will mess with you once you give him a proper Vitae-infused beatdown. Everything these kine bikers wish they could be – tough, scary, badass – we’re it.

So how’d I get here? Don’t care if you asked, buddy, you’re gonna sit right there and listen while I tell ya. There we go. Well, it was about 30 years ago now when it happened. After dropping out of high school, I decided to run away with my boyfriend, Connor. Not that I had a crappy life or anything, but I fell for a bad boy with a bike. What can I say? We drove across the country for years and did what we pleased. One day, I even made him my ol’ man.

One night, a few years after we got hitched, our posse ran into some mighty nasty trouble down in New Mexico. A gang of the toughest sons a’ bitches you ever saw didn’t take kindly to us driving through their turf, and they kicked the ever-loving shit out of us. Connor got thrown right off his bike and met the pavement. Hard. And he wasn’t getting back up. I went ballistic and beat the shit out of a few of their guys. Eventually they ganged up and knocked me down, and I figured I was done for.

But then their leader, he calls his boys over. My ears are ringing, I can’t hear what they’re talking about. He comes over and stares at me sprawled out in the cold dirt. I was afraid for the worst. Then the guy laughs, says I put up a hell of a fight for a human, and smiles. Before I could wonder what he meant, I saw his fangs catch the moonlight. It all gets pretty fuzzy from there, but I do remember my first feeding that night, one of my own friends. That kind of stuff fuckin’ haunts you, man.

Anyway, long story short, spent a few decades riding with my sire Dave and his gang of Bruja. We parted ways when I took my own crew out to the East Coast. On our way up to Maine, we hit an ambush of Hunters outside of Boston, and they dusted my whole crew. I woulda been a goner too if one of my local clan brothers hadn’t brought in the cavalry. That’s Isaac, the reason I came back to Boston after all these years. I figure I owe him one, and I always make good on my word.

Roxy Riggs

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