Gibbly Crimbus does not have a home Playgroup. They cannot interact with Contractors on their Downtimes. They must choose a Playgroup before their fourth Contract.
A Newbie Contractor played by NoHopeForHadley as a Free Agent
He is 73 years old, lives in various holes in the ground distributed across the world, and often appears as the most rat-like, gremliny, old bastard you've ever seen.
2 Alertness
0 Animals
0 Athletics
3 Crafts
2 Culture
0 Drive
0 Firearms
1 Influence
1 Investigation
1 Medicine
2 Melee
0 Occult
0 Performance
0 Science
3 Stealth
4 Survival
3 Technology
2 Thievery
4 Brawl
Circumstances describe your situation.
Examples include enemies, wealth, notoriety, social status, contacts, fame, and imprisonment.
Because each Playgroup has its own setting, Circumstances record the Playgroup they were acquired in.
Conditions describe your state of being.
Examples of Conditions include curses, diseases, and impactful personality quirks.
Conditions are granted by Assets and Liabilities or by GMs based on the events of Contracts and Downtime activities like Moves, and Loose Ends.
Because Conditions may have GM-created systems, they also record the Playgroup they were acquired in.
Loose Ends will cause problems for you if you don't tie them up.
Examples of Loose Ends include enemies, debts, evidence, and promises.
All Loose Ends have a Cutoff that counts down each time you attend a Contract. When it hits zero, the Threat of your Loose End manifests, causing issues for your Contractor.
You cannot see the current values of your Loose Ends' Cutoffs, but you can take initiative and make Moves on your Downtimes to deal with them before time runs out.
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People say they want to travel the world. Well, it's actually pretty easy when you get kicked out of every country as soon as a cop lays eyes on you. When I was 12, I was diagnosed with some bone shit that I can't pronounce. Basically Mr. Skelly couldn't hold the burden of my luxurious figure. I couldn't do smack, so mamma took me to some robo-geezer and they gave me a new one made of metal. I went from not being able to wipe my ass to being the world's strongest stickman.
anyway, skip a decade ahead and I join a gang of tech lovers like me. we do a bit of crime, a bit of helping the old ladies crossing the street, but it's mostly just being high off whatever we can cook up. One day, Joanna (big conspiracy bitch) goes "see that hoity-toity bastard on the big screen, i wanna stick something in his skull.". Anyway, that man turned out to be a world leader and now were kill on sight.
The next forty odd years is going from country to country, livin' in ditches and burning away our identities. Im now the old robo-geezer and i legally dont exist. Woopdiedoo what else you wanna know? oh you've left.