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Str 6
Dex 2 Con 3
Int 2
Per 2 Wil 3
LPs 58
EPs 41
Spd 10
Essence 18
Qualities/Drawbacks
Contacts (Biker Gang) (3)
Contacts (Fence) (2)
Hard to Kill 4 (4)
Nerves of Steel (3)
Status (Gang Leader) 3 (3)
Skills
Brawling 4
Cheating 2
Demolitions 1
Dodge 2
Driving (Motorcycle) 4
Driving (Truck) 2
Gambling 1
Guns (Handgun) 3
Guns (Shotgun) 2
Hand Weapons (Club) 2
Hand Weapons (Knife) 3
Intimidation 2
Mechanic 3
Streetwise 2
Weight Lifting 2 |
Gear
Cutting Torch, Knife, Leather Jacket, Motorcycle,
Sleeping Bag, Shotgun, Toolkit
Personality
I love this, it's the fuckin' wild west all over
again. Life's gone to hell, and only the strong and mean and tough
are left standing. Hell, you can live like a king out here if you've
got the balls and the smarts. That's me, king of the hill -- at least
all the hills around here.
I got my hog, my shotgun, my gal, and my boys. What
else do I need? A haircut, a nine-to-five-waste-of-my-life-make-work
kind of pissant job? I don't think so. I'm on the road, wind in my
hair. Hey, no helmet laws now, right? I keep telling you, life's not
as bad as the weenies on the news make out.
The zombies? They're only a problem if you are slow or
stupid. Otherwise, they keep you on your fuckin' toes. I figure they
are just making sure it's survival of the fittest, like it's supposed
to be. The only people those slow walkin' puwackers get are the soft
middle class bozos and they were already dead . . . they just didn't
know it.
Quote
"Okay, we got what we need. Leave the rest for
the pudwackers. Mount up and ride, boys. Tomorrow, we're in Memphis."
Artwork by: George Vasilakos
Flavor Text by: Albert Bruno III |