Donald R. Jordan here! I think he'll speak in Bold Dark Green, if that works for people.
Status: Fine
Story Points: 12/12 (not 8/8 at the moment)
Spoiler: Mechanics
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Stats: 18 Points
Awareness 1
Coordination 4
Ingenuity 2
Presence 2
Resolve 5
Strength 4
Good Traits: 12 Points
Another Lifetime (Major)
Grants: Time Lord, +4 Ingenuity
Face in the Crowd
Fast Healing
Lucky
Photographic Memory
Psychic
Telepathy
Tough
Bad Traits: -6 Points
Amnesia (Major)
Eccentric (Major; forgets that living creatures are living when under stress)
Slow Reflexes (Minor)
Unlucky
Skills: 18 Points
Athletics 3
Convince
Craft
Fighting 3
Knowledge
Marksman 3
Medicine
Science
Subterfuge 4 (Expertise: Sneaking)
Survival 2
Technology
Transport 2
Story Points: 12 (occasionally 8)
Spoiler: Background
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Once, there was a Time Lord who had the intelligence and curiosity of his species, as well as a disturbing tendency to forget about individual lives in the pursuit of greater systemic knowledge. This Time Lord was fond of using his Chameleon Arch to insert himself into societies on the cusp of some disaster, live among them for a short while, then come back to himself and chronicle his experience as the society crumbled. Unfortunately for this Time Lord, his Chameleon Arch began to wear down from repeated use. Even more unfortunately, this Time Lord was not the observant type, and did not notice the Arch’s problem until it was too late to fix…
Donald R. Jordan is not comfortable in his life. He is at the end of a string of failed jobs, which include Army private, mailman, warehouse worker, store clerk (several), and—most recently—truck driver. His friends describe him as the kind of person who would lose his head if it wasn’t screwed on… a true statement that has been the leading cause of his many failed jobs. Relationships are little better; the only time he knows someone is flirting with him is if he’s told by three other people after the fact, and he honestly doesn’t know what he’d do with himself if the situation progressed beyond that. He gets the feeling that he’s supposed to be doing something else, perhaps being someone else—but doesn’t every late twenty-or-early-thirty-something feel that way, every now and then?
Of course, the weird nightmares he occasionally had didn’t help. Neither did the ability to read minds, which he discovered wasn’t normal to humanity rather by accident one day and has been keeping quiet about it ever since. But so far, he just seems like a slightly odd younger man with no idea where he fits in the world—nothing much special to say, there.
Looks like it should be fun!