Salman Corbette

Player Name

Salmander

Name

Salman Corbette

Concept

An awkward but peevish former research assistant warped by several Euclid SCPs in an unfortunate containment breach

Power

Utility Hat: Corbette's hat (a bowler hat, of course, Corbette has always found himself haunted by cliches) is actually an irremovable bowler hat that hosts a variety of functions of which Corbette is not even fully aware. While regularly it just helps Corbette with simple tasks, AP can be burned in a pinch to force the hat into directly assisting Corbette in matters that require more force or complexity, such as a pair of robotic fists to assist in fisticuffs or a propeller to lift him away. When used in conjunction with a roll, this lends a +1 if it is applicable.

Aspects

Mr. Anomalous: Corbette went through an unfortunate accident at the onset of the apocalypse that caused the change of several bodily features by various SCPs. Included is the installation of a robotic bowler hat on his head, a pair of extra arms, the oozing of green slime from his feet, a loud and uncomfortable burp that causes the onset of nausea 10 minutes before it actually occurs, a missing pinky finger and ring finger on his left hand, and a nose that appears to have been turned sideways.
I Don't Even Give a Fuck: Corbette has been through so much shit, and has been so warped, his philosophy over time has changed from the self-preservation that has caused his previous wimpishness, to this state of apathy towards whatever happens to occur, even to himself. While with others this usually causes a tendency towards bad-assery, in Corbette's case it's caused more of a melancholy "what's the point of it all" Eeyore state.
H-hey There: Corbette is pretty awkward, especially in situations where members of the opposite sex are involved. His understanding of aspects of social interaction may not be prime. This is only exacerbated by his now anomalous state, which has affected some brain chemistry on a deeper level, making it harder for him to empathize.

Skills

  • Scholarship (Paranormal - SCP Knowledge): 3 (Good)
  • Scholarship (Hard Sciences): 3 (Good)
  • Athletics: 3 (Good)
  • Perception: 2 (Fair)
  • Thrown Weapons (Throw that shit, hat!): 3 (Good)
  • Physical Defense: 3 (Good)
  • Mental Defense: 3 (Good)
  • Body: 3 (Good)
  • Mind: 3 (Good)
  • Action Points: 3
  • Load Limit: 6
  • XP Held: 0
  • XP Used: 0

Talents

  • Beer pong: 3 (Good)
  • A categorical knowledge of various candy brands and their products: 3 (Good)
  • Coordination and strength of jaws & tongue (For use in such activities as chewing bubble gum, smacking of the lips really loudly, blowjobs, etc.): 4 (Great)

Possessions

  • A pair of sunglasses

Personal History

Salman Corbette was a pretty awkward kid growing up. In spite of this, he was able to elbow his way into Yale and from there he entered the Foundation. He lived out his days being the typical butt joke of research personnel, his various torments including: Being called "Corbutte" by the site director in various speeches and addresses, having his entire desk & workplace placed outside on multiple occasions, and being dressed up in onesie covered in teddy bears to protect himself from the "nightmare SCP" around site. Corbette pushed on, however, and was on the way to becoming just a Researcher when the apocalypse occurred. He had the unfortunate luck of being in the midst of a practical joke involving several Euclid SCPs when a nuke hit the site and subsequent power failure allowed the release of several SCP objects, which subsequently attacked and covered him. Corbette woke up 2 days later with an extra pair of arms, a robotic hat firmly afixed to his head, and feet that constantly ooze a green slime. He has since spent his days wandering the world, looking for somebody to accept him.

Miscellaneous

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Image found drawn by Corbette. Fucking mary sues.

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