Character Name: Rubble
Description: A young adult (19 years old), standing at 5'11" with a scrawny figure. He likes to wear hoods and has a long slit across his right eye. He was branded there, losing vision in that eye. He has long, braided, brown hair that he wears in a ponytail reaching the bottom of his shoulder blades. He keeps to himself, and prefers to avoid human contact unless necessary. His skin is scarred in many other places besides his eye. He also has burns around his hands and arms. He has a rich olive skin tone and his left eye is a bright green which shifts in hue.

High Concept Aspect: Certified Scrapper, Branded and Exiled, Attracted to Robots, Slightly Psychotic
Trouble:

Skills:

Supurb (+5) -
Great (+4) - Crafts
Good (+3) - Notice, Stealth
Fair (+2) - Investigate, Drive, Burglary
Average (+1) - Deceive, Shoot, Provoke, Fight

Stunts: Backup Weapon, Body Language Reader, Danger Sense, Always Making Useful Things

Extras: (We'll worry about everything beyond this point in actual gameplay. It's just here so we'll have it.)

Physical Stress:
Mental Stress:

Consequences:

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Rubble was born into a world of no forgiveness, Sevinia. He was born with both eyes, but when word got out - he was marked. He was found throwing rocks at neighborhood boys, perched 8 feet above the ground on an invisible cloud. Even though she'd known about his ability years before, mother didn't want the burden. And he understood. It didn't take two eyes to see what she thought of him. So he left for Advent Harbor, this time he knew not to show off his ability. With a backpack full of weapons, he was able to survive there. He was only sixteen, but he sure knew how to build, thanks to his father. And thanks to levitation, his scrawny body wasn't an issue. It was just figuring out how to use it when no one was looking.

With nobody to look up to, and nobody to learn from, he had to learn from himself. Rubble became a scrapper, living off of what he could find. He was able to sell what he didn't need for money. What he could use, he managed to build into a home with running water on the outskirts of town. Eventually town officials were at his door, screaming at him for using too much power. But what could he say? He needed it. He was working on an important project which just so happened to take up a lot of energy. He was convinced that he could make an android out of scrap metal and old computers. Such a pipe dream, eh?

Now, at nineteen, he is ready to leave that dream behind and begin again at Camp Hope. Rubble still wears the backpack he left his home with. It holds everything he'd ever need. A picture of him, his two brothers and his mom and dad sits in one of the pockets.