MonsterIsland-RustySlater

Name: Rusty Slater

/me is a thin man with indistinct features. He wears a leather jacket and tight blue-jeans and has a ratty green backpack slung over one shoulder. His hair is long, but not yet reaching shoulder length, and his face is partially hidden under a thin layer of whiskers.

Age: 33 Life Points: 34/34 Endurance Points: 32/32 Speed: 14 MPH Essence Pool: 35/35 Experience: 0

STR 3 DEX 4 CON 3 INT 3 PER 4 WIL 3

Qualities: Artistic Talent: 3 (+3 to art attempts, +15 to essence) Charisma: 2 (+2 to influence rolls) Photographic Memory: 2 (+1 when memorizing facts, +1-+3 if memory) Situational Awareness: 2 (+2 to perception when immediate danger)

Drawbacks: Heavy Marijuana Use: 3 Paranoid: 2 (Frightened of military authority) Reckless: 2 (Acts on instinct) Recurring Nightmares: 1 (roll d10 at night, -2 endurance if 1 ) Hurting Resources: 2 (1000 prop, 1000 a month, bad part of town)

Skills (36): Acting 3 Beautician 5 Brawling 4 Disguise 4 Dodge 2 Driving (motorcycle) 2 Gambling 2 Haggling 2 Hand Weapon (Switchblade) 2 Intimidation 2 Notice 3 Research/Investigation 2 Smooth Talking 3

Apartment:Rusty lives in a shitty apartment on the 3rd floor in the bad part of town. It's extremely cramped, even for one person, and most of the utilities only work half of the time.

Gear:Cell phone Binoculars Tape Recorder Backpack Compass Flashlight Multitool Sleeping Bag Fire Extinguisher Professional Make-up kit

Weapons:Switchblade Armor:Leather Jacket

Vehicles:Rusted out harley

Life until now: Rusty Shakleford dropped out of highschool in his junior year and began working with friends on various ametuer cinematic projects. He did both acting, and experimented with various special make-up effects. After he gained a fair amount of talent doing this, he got picked up by a B-movie studio where he did a line of mildly successful horror movies over the next 8 years. He then began working for a much more professional environment. He never got to the point where he was the head of the make-up department or anything, and was fired when the studio inexplicably closed its doors. He has gambled most of his assets away and now finds himself running out of money and living in a crummy apartment in the high-crime area of montreal.