| Strength | -2 |
|---|---|
| Agility | +1 |
| Presence | +0 |
| Toughness | +2 |
Wes doesn’t even want to be here. He just needs to get a degree in case his music career doesn’t take off. Which it will. Like, as soon as he finds a band.
He’s relatively good at the coding thing but it’s really not his thing and he spends most of his time playing the drums in various doomed bands, auditioning for new ones, and going to gigs. He’s optimistic about music (to the point of delusion?) and just pretty friendly, if a little gatekeepy.
As a child, you were dumped onto a moving shit-cart still in your birth caul.
An ill star smiled upon your birth. Poverty, crime and bad parenting didn’t help either. In your community an honest day’s work was never an option. Not that you ever tried, what are you, some kind of mug? A razor blade and a moonless night are worth a week of chump-work.
Prone to substance abuse and lazy. Staring, manic gaze. You stutter when lying.