<span style="font-weight: bold">Boudicca ‘Thumper’ Bobtail</span><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">first picture is character picture (NSFW), second picture is how she usually dresses (plus a small top hat).<br/><br/><!-- m --><a class="postlink" href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-SWU1PKUSGGk/VsdhtCLdHQI/AAAAAAAABY0/wynP_pm9lxg/s512-Ic42/1452544632.iontoon_ych3bunnylegsgryphon489web.jpg">https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-SWU1 ... 489web.jpg</a><!-- m --><br/><!-- m --><a class="postlink" href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-RDI2s-JLImg/Vsdhs4SmxEI/AAAAAAAABY0/acXEuNNY8W0/s512-Ic42/tweeibvvzpi_by_captainirachka-d9cd9t7.jpg">https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-RDI2 ... 9cd9t7.jpg</a><!-- m --><br/><br/>Name: Boudicca ‘Thumper’ Bobtail<br/>Job: Wastrel Noblewoman<br/>Race: Hare<br/>Toughness: 2+3+6 = 10<br/>Parry: 2+5 = 7 (edit, reduced since sword doesn't add +1)<br/><br/>Attribute increase Agility (3), Attribute increase Smarts (3), Habit (-2, major, sex she’s almost a rabbit, after all), Arrogance (-2 Hares have been nobility for a long, long time)<br/><br/>Attributes: Agility d10 (2), Smarts d8 (1), Spirit d4 (0), Strength d6 (1), Vigor d6 (1)<br/><br/>Skills: Fighting d10 (4), Gambling d4 (1), Guts d4 (1), Repair d8 (3), Taunt d8 (3), Weird Science d8 (3)<br/><br/>Edges: Noble, Power Points, Weird Science<br/>Hindrances: Overconfident, Bloodthirsty (vorish)<br/><br/>Armour: 1450gp: Reinforced Leather Armor 150gp, toughness +3 300gp, hard to kill+harder to kill 1000gp<br/>Sword: 970gp Power longsword 250gp, Power Weapon 500gp, Quick Draw 200gp, Frenzy 400gp Improved Frenzy 120gp,<br/><!-- m --><a class="postlink" href="http://westmarchsaga.wikia.com/wiki/Sav">http://westmarchsaga.wikia.com/wiki/Sav</a><!-- m --> ... _and_Armor (edit: apparently, this doesn't quite work the way I think it does, so my parry is one lower than I thought)<br/>2920gp<br/><br/>Attack 2x (1d6+1d10+1d10+2), Damage 1d6+1d10+2 (4AP)<br/>Weird science bolt-attack 1d8+1d8+1d6, 3d6 x3<br/><br/>Thumper is the wastrel daughter of the Bobtail family, a cadet branch of the ruling Taileton’s broken off several hundred years ago - though given lagomorph’s propensity for large families, she’s far removed from the throne. Her main sin is that she stands out - the tallest blade of grass in the meadow. Her tireless construction of diverse and dangerous devices is seen in much the same light as her gambling, her drinking, her fornicating and her duelling. She’s arrogant, overconfident in her abilities and ill-restrained in her lusts. Eventually, her family banished her from the capital, hoping she’d make them a fortune at the frontier, or at least that she’ll stop embarrassing them. A heroically deceased daughter - or one who’s death can be spun that way - would be an asset they could use. She’s had some success in Caton (or whatever the town is named), but preferred to leave the day-to-day work to Cassandra, whilst she busies herself tinkering by day and revelling by night.<br/><br/>Those defeated in her duels, drunk under the table, screwed senseless in bed (leaving her unsatisfied), or who’ve foolishly gambled away more than they could afford to lose have occasionally found themselves digesting in her stomach, consoling herself with the thought that they ‘agreed to it’ whatever their station in life. Like many lagomorphs, she’s pretty arrogant when it comes to those less noble than she, especially predators and especially felines. Digesting a ‘predish’ creature she’d think ‘they probably deserved it’, and digesting a ‘preyish’ creature, she’d think ‘bound to happen eventually anyway’. She hasn’t won every time, but on those occasions she’s lain defeated, or lost herself over a card-table, or taken a dangerous lupus or felines to bed, the other party has balked at digesting her in fear of her family name… which has only fueled her strange fascination at the idea of being digested - ‘bound to happen eventually’ cuts both ways, after all.<br/><br/>Aside from her own dubious devices, she wears her granddam’s armor, which increases her toughness and has aided her recovery in battle. In one of her granddam’s journals, she even found a reference to surviving the ‘full tour through the feline’, which was one of the initial influences that led her to try devouring and her growing fascination with being devoured. In fact, the armour contains advanced technologies that ‘back up’ the wearer’s brain into its fabric, and aids in their recovery even where they’ve sustained fatal injuries or been reduced to digested remains. She also wields her granddam’s energy sword, which is an ongoing project of repair and improvement for her. The blade feels more comfortable in her hand than any other weapon.</div></div></div>