Archer Royce

Player: Royce

Name: Archer Royce

Species: Human

Concept: Bioweapon


  • Let's all just calm down…: Royce is very, very relaxed. He wants to get the more agitated people around him to just caaaalm down. Loud noises, screaming, and running around is just… Unnerving.
  • New to all this…: He is not used to dealing with people in any way approaching normal interaction. It shows. He's naive. Very much so.
  • The Hunter: Royce is a hunter by design. He's nervous in close contact with people and likes sneaking around. He's a very talented tracker and a silent, stealthy man. He has almost no scent, leaves little tracks, and makes little noise.


  • Agility/Athletics: 3
  • Perception 4
  • Stealth 3
  • Survival 5
  • Melee Weapons: 4
  • Ranged Weapons: 5

*Only applies to longbows. 2 with all modern firearms.

  • Thrown Weapons: 4
  • Physical Defense: 4
  • Mental Defense: 1
  • Body: 4
  • Mind: 1
  • Action Points: 3
  • Load Limit: 8
  • XP Held: 0
  • XP Used: 0


  • Weapon | Attack Type | Bonus (if any)


Clothes on his back

Personal History

Archer Royce is a genetically engineered clone. Created from a homegrown stock, he's physically the exemplary human being. Outstandingly fit, healthy, attractive, and cunningly intelligent. Just like he was designed to be. He was one in a million. Another member of a mass produced line of living weapons. Designed, programmed, and deployed. Like some kind of a smiling, biological missile.
The plan was a good one. Go with an environmentalist and his friends on a… 'classic' hunting trip. Bows and arrows. Weeks in the wilderness. Surviving on nothing but their own skill, sweat, and sinew. At least, up until a tragic hunting accident were to befall the party. Thing is… The opportunity didn't present itself for a long, long while. Long enough for Royce to get to know and talk to the targets. Long enough to start developing his own thoughts. To develop, well, something resembling feelings. To start, at least. A week later the man died when an arrow punched through his throat. Rather than go back to his place among the rank and file, however, he decided to… Leave. To do what he wanted. To experience life on the outside. Or something. He's still figuring it out.


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