Bast, the automation

Name ~Mabel Dunson

Alias ~Bast

Gender ~Female

Spawn point ~The Pristine

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Physical appearance ~Bast is an automation made out of what appears to be copper and brass, but is actually made far more sturdy than it appears. Her torso is full of partially exposed clockworks, arms and legs are lined with various hydraulic pistons, and her head is full of clockworks as well and covered with a ‘mask’ on the front. The ‘mask’ has eerily perfect features and, though inorganic, functions like a real face. She breaths out of her nose and mouth, eats with her mouth (though it’s not clear where the food goes), and her green eyes move and see like normal.

Voice ~She has a female voice that is heavily synthesized, with a slight unidentifiable English accent. [c67bf8]

Height ~4’5”

Weight ~152 lbs



Talents ~

    Sturdy

    Protecting

    Black-smiting

Hobbies ~

    Being with good friends

    Adventuring

    Making fine metal-works

Personality ~{Loyal} {(mostly) Polite} {Focused} {Subdued} {Stubborn}
{Protective}
    Bast is fiercely loyal to those she cares for, and is polite to everyone unless they give her reason not to be.  She is calm and calculating most of the time and is stalwart in her beliefs.  When she sets her mind to something it is often impossible to stop her from her goals or change her mind.    She feels a great need to protect those around her, especially those that can't protect themselves.
Likes ~

    Fire

    Cats

    Adventure

    Magic

    The mere concept of a shield



Dislikes ~

    Liars

    Rust

    Extended periods in nature

    Heights

    Being called a robot


Items ~None



Skill sets



Attack: 2/5

Defence: 5/5

Speed: 1/5

Agility: 1/5

Endurance: 4/5



Sanity: 3/5

Confidence: 4/5

Bravery: 4/5

Intelligence: 3/5

Charisma: 2/5



Weapon ~A large kite shield made of the same materials as Bast, with a diagonal band across it. Used primarily for protection, but can be used for bashing.



Relationships ~

    Misha ~ Acquaintance


RP Example …“You boys can just call me Granny.” The old woman piped into the introductions. Brena Lorn was indeed old enough to earn the title of Granny, and she wore her age clearly. Her long gray hair was tied up in a bun, revealing her large green eyes. The Half-Orc, Dwarf, and Flame-born turned their attention to the small woman hunched over her cane. Granny joins the gentlemen at their table in the tavern. “And what makes you think we care?” the Dwarven leader slurs out, breath reeking of ale. “Well you may not now, but here down the line when you young’ns are fighting some horrible ogre and get yourselves hurt you’ll care when I’m putting humpty dumpty back together again, now won’t you?” The three others exchange a few glances between themselves before the Half-Orc asks “What’s in it for you then?” “Well it would just be awful if you kids got hurt when I know I could help… I also want 1/4th of the treasure found.” Another set of glances around the table before the Dwarf calls for another round, plus one for Granny.



Achievements ~None