A scientific collective of some kind created or heavily modified your mind and body. You are a creation of science, with abilities unknown to even you. Now you’re loose in the galaxy, and looking to create a life all your own. Too bad the organization that made you is still out there.
Without knowing exactly why you were made or altered, it is difficult to make the most of your augmentations. Your mind itself may be full of surprises, as hidden memories or entire personalities are unlocked. A weapon, a computer, or a tool; you are the secret weapon of one side in the galactic conflict.
Skill Proficiencies: Two of your choice
Languages: One of your choice
Weapon Proficiencies: One of your choice
Equipment: A set of casual clothes, a survival tent, 5 days rations, a broken device that was once used to control you, and 5 credits.
Feature: Secret Abilities
Once per game session you may pull a gambit of your choice, at a gambit level equal to one third of your character level rounded up. This costs no gambit slots.
Each game session the gambit you choose may be a different one, though you may wish to follow a theme.
|1||I am solemn and a bit shy.|
|2||I am extremely curious about the world outside of the laboratory.|
|3||I fear my own abilities.|
|4||I wear very little clothing.|
|5||I don’t trust scientists.|
|6||I am brave largely due to naivety.|
|1||Order. Everything must be in its place, just like it was in my cell. (Lawful)|
|2||Care. You have to take care of people. You just have to. (Good)|
|3||Break Things. Tear it all down! (Chaotic)|
|4||Only Me. I take care of me now. (Evil)|
|5||Fascination. This galaxy is full of wonderful things. I want to see them all. (Any)|
|6||Unknown Unknown. Am I good guy or a bad guy? I don’t know yet. (Neutral)|
|1||I seek the scientist who made me. I don’t know what I’ll do when I find them.|
|2||I still remember my life before the lab, and wish to recreate it.|
|3||I stole a strange piece of technology from the lab. I don’t know what it does.|
|4||I am covered in tattoos that look like star charts, but I don’t know the system yet.|
|5||I have dreams about my destiny. What do they mean?|
|6||Something out in space is calling to me.|
|1||Space travel makes me see through time. Unfortunately, I can’t control the direction.|
|2||My need for revenge against my makers trumps all other concerns.|
|3||I have a cybernetic limb or eye. It operates of its own accord sometimes.|
|4||I fidget and cower. The scars of my past haunt me.|
|5||I don’t speak well. I stutter a bit or have an odd voice.|
|6||I cannot feel pain or pleasure. Sensations are flat to me. I miss them dearly.|
HYPERLANES Developer Ryan Chaddock Copyright 2017 Scrivened, LLC