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Str 3 Dex 2 Con 2
Int 2 Per 2 Wil 3
DPs 30
EPs 29
Spd 8
Essence 14
Qualities/Drawbacks
Addiction (Cigars) (-1)
Adversary (Necrovore) 3 (-3)
Covetous (Ambitious) 1 (-1)
Cruel 1 (-1)
Emotional Problems (Fear of Commitment) (-1)
Nerves of Steel (3)
Situational Awareness (2)
Status (Army Leader) 3 (3)
Skills
Brawling 1
Dodge 2
Driving (Car) 2
Gambling 2
Guns (Handgun) 2
Humanities (History) 3
Humanities (Military History and Tactics) 5
Instruction 3
Intimidation 4
Smooth Talking 3
Stealth 2
Survival (forest) 2
Swimming 2
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Gear
Assault Rifle, Black Sweatsuit, Camo Paint, Flashlight
Personality
I was an Army Brat all my life. My father fought in
World War II, so I just naturally fell into the military life. I
enlisted as soon as I was able, and served faithfully for forty
years. I made it all the way to sixty, and a four-star General by the
time all Hell broke loose. Now, I lead a bunch of soldiers I whipped
into shape personally to attack the Dead Camps while defending
ourselves from the zombies. Still, the camp victims don't quite get
the fact that if we beat the Necrogeeks, they don't become lunch. I
don't mind beating some sense into them, because it gets rid of a lot
of pent-up frustration. I always try to leave some left for the
undead while I'm in the process of "venting"
It's not easy, fighting an uphill battle. I lose more
able-bodied soldiers to those bastards running the Camps than I care
to think. Not to mention it's rough finding those with the right
stuff to fight for freedom. Some would rather negotiate with those
Necrogeeks -- they don't understand the fact that the enemy doesn't
have to negotiate when they're winning.
Still, I somehow manage to find those willing to fight
the good fight, and one day, I know we're going to take back our
planet. We're not just fighting a war, you know -- we're fighting for
the survival of the entire damn human race!
Quote
"We got to win this fight one Dead Camp at a
time, soldier!"
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