Amara Qasim Sheet

# Identity

Fill these in as suits your character.

She's also recently just built a teleporter, or nanomolecular vapouriser- she's not sure. It sits on her desk and occasionally she feeds it things.
   Agriculture, electricity, manufacturing processes and well, pretty much everything exists there but it's run differently.
   Money doesn't exist there for example.
   Everything is the value it is, and that value is determined by it's trading ability- which on the surface if just like money, but underneath it all, really is not.
   Electricity was self generated and stored, most people either had their own independant agricultural land and livestock to tend, trade and feed on.
Personal wells were the fresh water access, indoor plumbing was a fun invention involving the creation of tiny black holes to suck the water up from the well to wash with and then again to dispose of it or whatever waste one had. Cool huh? You ever shit into a black hole? Didn't think so.
   They had tech too, of course. They weren't luddites. Their internets were a connected up patchwork across the land powered by electromagnetic pixies, of all things- no word of a lie. And the trade of information on it was free and unrestricted.
Factories for small scale manufacture existed, no one wanted to pollute their planet with mass production though- who needed that much stuff?
Technology exchanges were the highlight of most months being broadcast live events across the all the nations were everyone's chance to show what they'd come up with and crowdsource for ideas and collaborations for improving it went down.
This level of co-operation put Neanderthal on all three of their moons and colonised the neighbouring asteroid belt.
   And not to mention they created the science behind the freaking awesome **VX machines**.

Anyway, enough of that.
Amara is born to loving parents, she's the middle child of 5 siblings all a year apart and she grew up in the villiage of Kamien on the Dogger land bridge.
Mother worked for **Z-core** as a developer of some capacity and father was a teacher with the Z-core institute of knowledge.
And You have no idea how much Amara wished she could remember their names, more than anything sometimes.
They lived in a beautiful village, in a beautiful, sprawling concrete house sunk into the side the loamy ridges of the Kamien enclave.
There were generator windmills on the roof which would thrum constantly, never stopping and powering the house.
She often in later years missed falling asleep to that so far unreplicatable sound of the house purring.
Amara was a happy child with many friends and positive influences to her up bringing, Not by any means the brightest spark in the group but she made up for it with her sunny disposition and willingness to learn.
She and her siblings and friends would race across the meadows and into the savannah for lessons which were held every afternoon in the earthen stepped auditorium on the far west of the villiage.
She learnt to read and write in several (now quite different but unnervingly similar) languages by the age of five. Two of which were mathematical and one of which is very similar to Latin.
They built her own computers a year later in lessons taught by her father and spent the following year frustratratedly stumbling over the hard part of learning how to programme and build basic personal software interfaces and modifications. Because of course "no two minds are alike and a computer you didn't build yourself, was not a computer you wanted to use." the old saying rang about her mind in the exact cadance of her 6 year old sing song self.
In hindsight she realised the first time she shifted dimensions she probably didn't notice. Around her 15th birthday however things began to be often deeply unsettlingly different.
At first she thought she was going mad. Her siblings would change her sisters to sudden new brothers and then to her being the only girl. Her friends would too but she stopped going out at this point, it'd all become too strange.
That fear when someone you know and love looks like a twisted up and wrong version of themselves, that revulsion when they lean in to hug you or intrude where strangers have no place in doing so, like waking up to the youngest asleep in her bed because she was having a nightmare or finding her older sisters wearing her clothes- it made her sick to witness or think about.
Uncharacteristically or not Amara was unsure at this point, but on her 17th birthday her mother gifted her the most useful information she could possibly have imparted on her. The mechanics behind VX engineering.
Together for several hours each evening that year she and her mother build her first VX rig, the ever imaginatively named VX6.
A little technical information to give you the basics of this tech, trust me, you'll need it:
The VX6 is designed to systematically draw correlations between various active points in a statistically unbalanced chemical markup, in order to reduce reactivity in its final solution. This is done by using deltas. The higher the delta the machine can function on, the more efficiently is can draw correlations based on corroborating separate inconsistencies in pressurized environments. In order to do this without failure, the machine must achieve its prime vector. Of course it can also be used to solve physical logic problems, or make music and light displays from scratch.
You got all that?
This machine, despite the 6 in the name, is atcually level one.
With the basic knowledge aquired building your VX6, you have the capabilities to say; add an injection cooled, Pollox-Mayfair holofractal array, and have this arranged into basic dynamic vocone transmitters by setting it up in the ususal way.
Do you follow? By doing this, the delta output is increased by the power of 80.
And get that baby running smoothly enough to create a mind to machine memetic link- and you can upload information directly (with of course the right conversion software) to your own brain.
The touching of another persons rig is strictly taboo and punishable by death. It is dangerous, stupid and just plain gross to put your disgusting personal biome all over someones highly sensitive and finely tuned, personal rig.
Building your first VX is the only exeption to this rule, and is a right of passage between an initiated master and their chosen acolyte, and even then once the machine is even half way to built contact with it becomes minimal to none by the master except in extreme circumstances.
(check https://www.reddit.com/r/VXJunkies/ for reference)
Showing a natural talent and and incredible thirst for engineering knowledge and now having the perfect grounding in the feild thanks to her mother Amara applied for an apprenticeship in VX mechanics at the Greater Calixtarian Institute way up in the north peninsular and received her acceptance letter about half a day later. Neanderthal society being quite efficient, as you are now starting to see, I'm sure.
Amara doesn't actually remember the day she left Kamien for the institute.
Or the last time she saw her mother, family or even her beloved VXT she'd morphed her orignial VX6 into by the time she'd left.
That day in her mind is a bright white mist and she's never been able to make out more of it than that.
The whole geography of the landscape changed on that day.
Calictaria lost it's valley plains of the Dogger land bridge
The electric stage coach was taking the two day journey north in now a big smelly boat on oily water.
The people around her appeared as charicatures with over pronounced and grossly unnatural bodies.
The light was wrong too.The sun she'd spent her entire life beneath had never been this watery soupy light?
When everything becomes different, you can never stay the same. That homesick feeling ate at her till the point of illness sometimes. When it did and she was a shivering, snivelling mess; she learnt to force herself better. She'd never be able to go to a hospital here, not without attract all too much of the wrong type of attention amongst thing clearly homogenous species around her.
The only ones who looked even vaguely similar to her family were from the Maharain, and in order to explain her appearence, and her initial language differences it became an easy lie that ended up sticking when people asked why she was so brown and why her eyes were such a funny colour.
The institute she was heading to did not exist here but she went there anyway. She didn't have much choice. Through some fluke of reality however, it turns out she'd also been accepted here- **The Lower Abraxic Institute of Technology**.
Which was very lucky, eh?
She stayed in more or less the same dimension for those 4 years, made friends studied hard and graduated several times in as many dimensions over that last summer of finals.
Amara ended up with a Doctorate in Pure Mathematics, two Bachelors with different grades in both Applied Quantum Engineering and Theoretical-nanomolecular-engineering-in a-black-hole-with-your-hands-tied-behind-your-back, which she was sure were the same course. A Masters in BioFrenicular Physics and a very funny looking piece of parchment proclaiming her to have finished her studies in metaphysical manifestation and attaining the title of Wizard (abbriviated title there being Wz and written after her name).
She joined a branch of **Ipsum** straight out of school, working on a team of software developers building dragon interfaces to convert the raw thermo-Kinez-kowalski elements expelled by the creature into usable and sustainable energy with which to power **The 6 Citadels**. It was enjoyable work if not a lonely existence but with a life like hers, it helped she found to keep working.
At 25 she moved to Sitatoo for a change of scenery and found a cosy flat above a self service 24 hour laundromat that almost but not quite sounded like windmills of home when all the machines were running.
One night at 4am she used 68 coins to run all the washers and driers at once and returned to bed to sleep the deepest and most refreshing sleep since she left home.
Sitatoo brought her a steady job with a branch of Z-core that has followed her for the last 18 months without changing too much and even an exotically pretty boyfriend named Dimitri who was a human subspecies known as DonQua, and they'd been dating for most of the last year!
Of course sometimes she would wake up next to a different man than she'd fallen asleep next to, but it's a change she's become willing to deal with as True-Dimitri as she's come to think of him has remained blissfully and unchanginglg unchanged and ever pretty.
The other fantastic news of late is that Amara has somehow configured her VX to take her apartment and the laundrette downstairs with her when she glitches. Which is freaking awesome. Rebuilding her life, not to mention VX everywhere she ended up was tiring to say the least.
Somehow apparently, even when she travels purely in dimension it has a habit of following her too sometimes.
She'd taken a trip back up to the institute to machine a part for her VX and almost choked on her own tongue when she spotten the laundrette and her bedroom window across the street.
And what do you know, her key even worked.
Don't ask her how it happened, even running concurrent Harrington simulations on her holofractal she couldn't manifest a simulacrum containing the ambihelical peramiters her apartment and the laundrette downstairs could possibly be residing in to be able to follow her round like that.
Anyway not much happens for a while. Z-core starts working on the dragon interface she was building with Ipsum, and she recycles her work and spends her free time machining new componants and researching modifications for her VX in the company labs. As no one has any clue about the tech she's working on for the most part she's left to her own devices.
It's around this time too that her apartment starts giving her clothes, which was nice of it.
One afternoon Amara is commed to come up to the electromagneticly floating, technologically so flashy you could give it a go faster stripe and it wouldn't make any difference. penthouse office of the Head Honcho.
Head Honcho is Fabia Callisti, the founder and creater of Z-core. A woman so powerful, influential and illusive that someone of Amara's lowly developer position would never come face to face with in a normal world.
Turns out Fabia Callisti is a woman who is also a Neandethal.
They talk shop for a bit, neither mentioning the great big mammoth sucking all Amara's oxygen out of the room till Fabia's assistant comms through about something and she apologetically excuses herself, shakes Amaras hand and tells her it was very nice to finally meet another Neaderthal who'd made it this far out on the range and that provided she could anchor herself nearby, she always had a job here with Z-core.
Before Amara'd even had a moment to formulate the million questions now burning up in re-entry to her mouth, she'd been ushered out and into the lift back to the comparitively shoddy carved marble offices the non-electromagnetically suspended pleb devs worked in.
That week her job morphed into something her coworkers were refering to as Urba planado and was related to the construction of very basic VX styled Cranston triple-core Jakob reactors which would create weak force fields that would teleport nanoparticals across the room. Amara had to pinch herself repeatedly to look even rotely awake and amazed at all this 'new and powerful' technology. And rolled her eyes so hard it hurt when Colin with the stupid shirts, tried to power out the right couple under the exhaust under the guise of 'knowing what he was doing' and then couldn't figure out why this *oh-so-complex* lump of metal now wouldn't phase. Idiots.
After lunch she found a memo on her desk signed Callisti congratulating her on her promotion, telling her to go easy with the new science on the natives and signed with a x which made her feel slightly fluttery inside.

* Points Allowed by Grade (3): 150
* Occupation Bonus: 20
* Points Allowed by Experience Level (4x5) 40
* Total Points allowed: 110
	+ Total Points Spent: 255
	+ Without Resources or Contacts: 190

## Appearance

 Fill these in as suits your character.

She wears only shades of tan browns and blue and most of her clothing is now generated by her apartment. She secretly suspects it comes from the laundry down stairs and wonders if it's playing dressup with her on the occasions of more interesting items appearing. Hating having to actually purchase clothing, most of which fit her Neanderthal body wrong and was frustratingly uncomfortable against her skin, having comfortable and flattering clothing appearing for her was not something she was going to knock.

# Stats

Spend 5 points between these, to a maximum of 5 on one Stat, to a minimum of -5.

 Intelligence | 5

Skill Points by Grade (3): 9

Total Stat Points: 9

# Abilities

50 points per Grade total

Grade 3 allows 150 points

# Flaws

Spend these in unit of -5. Every -5 gives you 5 more Character Points to spend in other abilities.

You can have no more than -10 in one Flaw, and a total of -20 in all Flaws.

Just fill in the Name and Points and the GM will give you the rest of the information you need.

* Total Flaw Points: -20

### Hit Points

You receive 50 Hit Points per Grade, +10 per Strength point.

 Injuries\*\*\* | ...

* your limit is 20+ your Strength, and if you take this much damage in one go something bad may happen
* + this starts off blank and you tally up any damage you take. When you take damage that reaches this limit you are at risk of dying.
* + - record here any special or unusual damage you may take

# Movement

All these are standard for humans and only modified by Abilities and Stats.

 Size: | 10
 Actions\*: | 2

* base 2 unless Speed increased
* + base 2 + Agility
* + - base 2 + Intelligence