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Str 4 Dex 4 Con 4
Int 2 Per 3 Wil 3
LPs 42
EPs 38
Spd 16
Essence 20
Qualities/Drawbacks
Gift (5)
Hard to Kill 2 (2)
Inspiration (5)
Obsession (-2)
Nerves of Steel (3)
Resistance (Poison) 3 (3)
Secret (-3)
Situational Awareness (2)
Zealot (-3)
Skills
Brawling 2
Hand Weapon (Knife) 4
Medicine (Surgery) 4
Myth and Legend 4
Rituals 5
Science (Anatomy) 4
Stealth 3
Swimming 2
Trance 2
Metaphysics
Strength of Ten |
Gear
Knife, Condiments
Personality
I used to think I was the only one. I'd heard of
tribes in Africa and people on Pacific islands, but over here, in the
*normal* world, no one shares my secret. I've lived utterly
alone for years, practicing my ways in secret, always afraid that
someone might find out, that I might get caught. But then they
came, and I realized that I wasn't alone.
Human flesh is truly the finest delicacy upon this earth.
If I had my way, then I would eat nothing else. The Lord made
this world into the perfect paradise, and then he cast us of the
sweetest fruit. But then everyone got scared. They ate
animals and vegetables and berries instead, all the while ignoring
that which lay before them. Their laws and religions couldn't
stop me. I wasn't afraid. I'd eat every last person on
this earth if I could.
And then the zombies . . . oh, how I envied them at first.
Taking what they hungered for without fear. But then I realized
something, I learned from their example. Why not just reach out
and take it myself? The world is going to hell in a hand basket anyway.
Why not ride the wave of its destruction, and fill my belly along the way.
So now I walk the streets with my knife . . . ready to
destroy . . . ready to eat!
Quote
"People . . . It's what's for dinner."
Submitted by Jon Thompson |