d100 | Career: | Notes: |
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1 |
Academic Debater: |
Somebody must argue the positions that nobody cares about. |
2 |
Gutter Wretch: |
The bottom of the barrel. |
3 |
Curiocentric Collector: |
An entire life spent looking at dusty things and squinting at books. |
4 |
Trench Survivor: |
You survived a Trench Battle with little to write home about. Except for that one thing you found in a strange tunnel. |
5 |
Debt Collector: |
Someone paid you a pittance to look intimidating in dark alleyways. If need be you shed some blood, but there’s no extra pay. |
6 |
Dead-Shoresman: |
You died, but found a way back from where you went. Nobody believes you, and everyone you once knew is long gone. |
7 |
Criminal Bureaucrat: |
The laws of Bastion are written in such a way that every possible crime has a loophole. People pay you to perform crimes, legally. |
8 |
Sanctioned Executioner: |
You’ve done your time on firing squads, and now you’re allowed to do a little freelance work. |
9 |
Fringe Investigator: |
Everything must be revealed, from petty crime to the secrets of the cosmos. |
10 |
Disinherited Socialite: |
Whatever happened between you and your family, you’re out of the will for good. You took what you could. |
11 |
Professional Verminator: |
Every type of animal can be found in some corner of Bastion. When they are unwanted, you go to work. |
12 |
Lost Expeditioneer: |
You’ve been on a treasure hunting Expedition before. You were the only survivor. |
13 |
Wall Warden: |
Bastion has rings of walls all the way to its centre, wherever that is. You are both their warden and resident. |
14 |
Professional Gambler: |
You know how to play well honestly, and how to cheat even better. |
15 |
Integrated Alien: |
You came to Bastion a long time ago, passing for human. Under a Foreign Star. Reached by Sea or Underground. |
16 |
Thieving Under-Whaler: |
The biggest catches are deep in ocean and in ground. One catch can make a fortune for the captain, but you got a pittance. |
17 |
Travelling Show-Person: |
Stunts and tricks are your game. You’ve got a final trick up your sleeve if you start to lose the crowd. |
18 |
Gang Whip: |
Internal threats can tear a gang apart. Enforcers keep things in order. |
19 |
Qualified Deconstructor: |
Before the new can arise, the old must come down. Doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy it. |
20 |
Street Judge: |
Bastion has so many courtrooms that the whole city it effectively legal ground. With questionable credentials, you dealt with street quarrels. |
21 |
Urchin Pack: |
Clinging together is your only hope for survival. |
22 |
Star Blessed: |
You don’t just worship the Stars. One of them has gifted you. |
23 |
Barricade Sapper: |
Every day a revolution, another barricade. Civil flow design demands that somebody break them up. |
24 |
Human Unionist: |
The world is full of strange and powerful things. None of them deserve our worship. |
25 |
Liberal Engineer: |
We sit on the spear-tip of modernity. There’s always the risk of blood. |
26 |
Masked Horrorist: |
Horrors rise from the Underground. We must make a friend of fear, and scare them back down. |
27 |
Rollocker Club Alumni: |
Good times. Fair play. School spirit! |
28 |
Buckwud-Legionnaire: |
The future holds only darkness. BACKWARDS! NEVER FORWARDS! |
29 |
Contract-Castaway: |
Putting flags on islands isn’t enough, so you’ve been paid a petty fee to live alone on a desolate rock. The years have been dull, so you return to the mainland. |
30 |
Repressed Psionicist: |
You can’t hold it in any longer. |
31 |
Unlicensed Amputator: |
Not trained in the finesse stuff. Major structural work only. |
32 |
Polar Bounty Hunter: |
The endless polar mists are a great place to hide. You did your best to bring the lost home, one way or another. |
33 |
Mockery: |
An imitation of life in wood, clay, and felt. Children love you, animals hate you. You don’t need to eat, drink, sleep, or love, but still feel the drives. |
34 |
Prize Breeder: |
You had a small kennel of finely bred animals. Now you’re down to your last breeding pair. |
35 |
Failed Citizen: |
None of the Failed Cities could keep up with Bastion. You left your pathetic home for the real deal. |
36 |
Urban Safarist: |
The human condition makes for fascinating viewing for those too rich to have worries. |
37 |
Lock Toller: |
Canal locks charge a toll, but nobody knows who’s supposed to do that. You were part of a small group that held a lock for a while. |
38 |
Repurposed Augmental: |
Mechanically Adapted for a purpose you were unable to fulfil. You found a job somewhere else. |
39 |
Noble-in-Waiting: |
The chances of you actually inheriting your title are so low that you decided to take your fate into your own hands. |
40 |
Vault-Cracker: |
Most vaults are old enough that nobody can agree who owns them. |
41 |
Revolutionary Duellist: |
You are the sword tip of change in Bastion. |
42 |
Newspaper Intern: |
You were technically paid to write technically-non-lies. It never really got off the ground. |
43 |
Rural Tax Collector: |
You’ve spent more time than you care on the roads of Deep Country, squinting at obsolete currencies. |
44 |
Associated Burglar: |
You burgled only sanctioned properties. You don’t fully understand the legality. |
45 |
Retail Therapist: |
You help people spend money you have no hope of ever earning. |
46 |
Apprentice Sweep: |
Your master died, and took your terrible career prospects along with them. |
47 |
Shock Trooper: |
Your shock-academy training was so intense that the academy closed the day after your graduation. Now there is no mission, but you still have your gear. |
48 |
Urbalist: |
The walls of Bastion have a language of their own. The right ones reveal secrets, with the help of your herbs. |
49 |
Tunnel-Clearer: |
Despite its lack of regard for time and space, construction work on the Underground continues. |
50 |
Science Mystic: |
The past was nothing but lies. There is hidden truth in these modern ways. |
51 |
Front of House Host: |
You were the face of a company. Now you’re a face without a company. |
52 |
Critter Catcher: |
The gutters and drainpipes of Bastion are home to every creature you can imagine. You always wanted to study them all. |
53 |
Practising Pharmacist: |
A truly modern profession, and you’re almost qualified to do it. |
54 |
Roof Crawler: |
There’s a lot of important work that goes on across the rooftops of Bastion. Yours is the more shadowy sort. |
55 |
Petty Officer: |
You held an office of low position, but were moved to a Special Petty Officer position. Essentially you kept your badge but don’t get paid and have no authority. |
56 |
Bailed Prisoner: |
You just got out. |
57 |
Street Performer: |
Adored by few, loathed by many. |
58 |
Corpse Collector: |
More of a Corpse Transporter, but the other name made it easier for people to despise you. |
59 |
Counterfeit Taxidermist: |
Fantastic specimens bought you a small amount of money. Now that’s gone, and your name is ruined. |
60 |
Pie-Smuggler: |
A recent study claims 68% of goods smuggled into prisons and other controlled areas arrived inside a pie crust. |
61 |
Council-Runner: |
With so many overlapping councils, your time as a runner put you in a position of some power. Now your time is finished. |
62 |
Life Servant: |
Your masters died. You’re free now. |
63 |
Amateur Dramatist: |
The whole world is a stage. But you’re not good enough to get paid. |
64 |
Wilderness Recluse: |
Modernity gets between us and our natural instincts. You’re here begrudgingly after a lifetime in the wild parts of Deep Country. |
65 |
Squidbagger: |
A study you read claimed that 97% of Bastion’s products contain at least some Cephalopod-derived parts. You keep the city running. |
66 |
Exposed Imposter: |
You got yourself into quite a powerful position based on a lie. Then they found out. |
67 |
Critic-in-Hiding: |
Everybody loves a scathing critique, except those under the lens. For safety, you’ve changed your name and got a new haircut. |
68 |
Small Town Refugee: |
Your Deep Country home was awful. Finally, the railway came, and you headed to Bastion. |
69 |
Paid Fighter: |
You’ve been fighting for money, but not enough to get rich or especially tough. |
70 |
Canal Rover: |
Bastion’s waterways are no joke. Something about rails and roads just seems wrong to you. |
71 |
Experiment Survivor: |
You were deemed a mixed success. |
72 |
Fashionista: |
There are none more moronic than those that lack The Modern Look. Watch from a distance, lest you become one of the norms. |
73 |
Human Flotsam: |
You weren’t raised by Amphibians, but you can’t blame people for thinking that. You’re always slightly damp. |
74 |
Master Blender: |
Some sensory gift allowed you to rapidly reach a prestigious position. Prestigious within your trade, worth nothing outside. |
75 |
Public Nuisance: |
Something about you has always annoyed others. |
76 |
Park Steward: |
Bastion’s parks have grown out of hand. Yours is one of the worst. |
77 |
Civic Butler: |
Maintaining the veil of order over Bastion’s chaos. |
78 |
Estate Squire: |
The last remnants of rural aristocracy linger between Bastion and Deep Country. The past’s long shadow, and you were born into their service. |
79 |
Machine Whisperer: |
Industrial machinery sometimes needs a mallet, sometimes a whisper. You carry both. |
80 |
Agricultural Saboteur: |
You carried out dirty jobs for malicious farmers. Now you see Bastion is even more ruthless. |
81 |
Animal Vassal: |
You are property of an Animal Patron. You know better than to displease your liege, but you want to live among humans. |
82 |
Massifist of Massifcountry: |
Everything is big in Massifcountry. You stopped growing just below the ceiling. |
83 |
Divine Prodigy: |
Raised in a cult retreat for a single purpose, which didn’t work out. Cast out into the world. |
84 |
Good Dog: |
Smarter than many people. Still a dog. |
85 |
Worthless Graduate: |
You’ve spent a long time in colleges, arguing about words. Your career prospects are poor. |
86 |
Alternative-Groomer: |
You make things pretty and nice-smelling. But not people. |
87 |
Avant Guardsman: |
Not all Militias are Conventional. |
88 |
Factory Orphan: |
Your family all died in the factory. Through some small-print in your contract you’ve been cast out onto the street. |
89 |
Low-Diplomat: |
A life of carrying bad messages, managing Expectations, and making people feel heard. |
90 |
Loner Stargazer: |
You’re not watching for clues, you’re watching for incoming threats. Alone in your observatory for too long, your shift is over. |
91 |
Sub-Person: |
You wandered the Underground for too long, tormented. You came out less than human. |
92 |
Body Jockey: |
You have a fantastic body, but it is simply your vehicle. Keep your fragile-self hidden. |
93 |
Underground Weirdo: |
Born and raised in the Underground, below space and time. You’ve always been odd, and have gotten much worse. |
94 |
Twins: |
There are two of you. Identical in most ways. |
95 |
Constable of Birds and Creeping Things: |
Protector of the Laws of Nature. Courtesy of Arnold Kemp. |
96 |
Exotic Food Supplier: |
When people tire of sundry dishes, you step in to serve them new delicacies.. Courtesy of Arnold Kemp. |
97 |
Tactiliator/Tactiliatrix: |
The power of touch. Courtesy of Arnold Kemp. |
98 |
Tuk-Tukker: |
"I'm not going over the water at this time of night”. Courtesy of Patrick Stuart |
99 |
Map Thief: |
"Obviously I fully intended to return it." Courtesy of Patrick Stuart |
100 |
Ex-Censor: |
"Standard are slipping everywhere." Courtesy of Patrick Stuart |