Apocalypse World Cairo Il
The "go-to" guy. The hook-up. The Operator.
-Vintage Casual Wear: An old baggy shirt with a big embroidered picture of some famous hocus or other weirdo on it from before the fall (it’s an old blackhawks jersey). Well worn and appropriately patched baggy cargo pants. A motorcycle half helmet with “Fuck You” written across the front (grabbed from a fallen gangbanger in the chaos).
-Sharp eyes. Yes there is a joke. Yes it’s on you. It’s also on him. It’s on all of us. It’s called life.
You get 2-juggling. Whenever there’s a stretch of
downtime in play, or between sessions, choose a number of your
gigs to work. Choose no more than your juggling. Roll+cool. On a
10+, you get profit from all the gigs you chose. On a 7–9, you get
profit from at least 1; if you chose more, you get catastrophe from
1 and profit from the rest. On a miss, catastrophe all around. The
gigs you aren’t working give you neither profit nor catastrophe.
Whenever you get a new gig, you also get +1juggling.
When you meet someone important (your call),
roll+cool. On a hit, they’ve heard of you, and you say what they’ve
heard; the MC will have them respond accordingly. On a 10+, you
take +1forward for dealing with them as well. On a miss, they’ve
heard of you, but the MC will decide what they’ve heard.
Surveillance (1-barter / deceived)
Technical work (2-barter / shut out)
Brokering Deals (1-barter / shut out)
Obligation Gig: Avoiding Someone (you keep well clear / they catch you in a bad spot)
A goddamned asshole.
Best picker this side of whatever the hell we’re on the side of.
A bony chick with good vision, a penchant for sitting very still, and a pair of binoculars.
(For more information and full descriptions see the NPCs character pages)
- “Picky” Pete
- Larry Jameson
- “Johnny Hammersticks” (sort of)
-Armor (1) – A motorcycle half helmet with “Fuck You” written across the front, and a bulletproof vest that’s a little more “broken in” than one prefers in a bulletproof vest.
Herbert Mobius: +3
[x], [x], [x], [ ], [ ]>Improvement!
Ricki is a go-to guy. You need something, you go to him. He’s worked all his life to so establish his reputation. He keeps his ears open and his eyes peeled, and when he hears that somebody, somewhere needs something, Ricki makes it known that he can get it for them. Whether that’s true or not at the time doesn’t matter because if it’s not, he figures out how to get it. Sometimes he’s baking the cake, other times he just finds the baker that the client doesn’t know about.
Ricki was born somewhere a little north of Carlyle to a family at a farmstead. Deciding that he’d rather be behind the wall than in front of it, Ricki left the farm at 17 to find what work he could in Carlyle proper. He worked wherever, whenever, and however he could. He ended up running numbers and brokering deals for a local gang, but decided that their bullshit was exactly what the world didn’t need, so walked away from them and avoided any gigs they had. This ran him slightly afoul of the gangs leader (see contact: “Johnny Hammersticks”). Eventually, utilizing a combination of his sharp wit, business acumen, and sheer willpower, he managed to claw himself out of the gutter and gain a small reputation. Things were looking up for Ricki. At least they were before all hell broke loose and Carlyle fell to chaos. Ricki made it out with a few other people, including “Johnny Hammersticks” himself and a couple of his more reliable contacts (see contact: “Picky Pete”). Out in the wastes, they both realized a mutual non-aggression pact was pretty much the only way either of them would get out alive. Things have been tense and unpleasant to say the least and now that they’ve made it to Cairo, it’s Ricki’s hope that he can just start over with maybe some of his reputation intact from any traveling merchants or traders he may have dealt with; get a bit of a head start on life here. But you know what Ricki thinks? “Fuck hope.”