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Str 3 Dex 4 Con 4
Int 3 Per 3 Wil 4
DPs 53
EPs 38
Spd 16
Essence 21
Qualities/Drawbacks
Attractiveness (2)
Fast Reaction Time (2)
Good Luck 2 (6)
Hard To Kill 5 (5)
Obsession (Freedom) (-2)
Recurring Nightmares (-1)
Skills
Acting 5
Brawling 3
Climbing 3
Dodge 3
Driving (Car) 2
Guns (Shotgun) 3
Haggling 4
Intimidate 3
Notice 3
Seduction 2
Smooth Talking 4
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Gear
Shotgun, Sunglasses
Personality
I had it all. Fame, fortune, a beautiful lover -- then
the dead came back to hunt us. I thought things couldn't get any
worse, but I was wrong. A year later, I was captured while making a
food run, and incarcerated in one of those Dead Camps. I had heard
the rumors of these places, but thought it was just stories from
watching too much Schindler's List. Again, I was wrong.
Those five months were pure Hell -- each day I'd pray
to a God I never believed in to end this living nightmare, but He
wasn't listening. Seems He had other plans for us. I found myself
comforting those more afraid than I was -- I finally found compassion
for those less fortunate, because in the Dead Camp, we were all
equal. I'd watch those chosen to be "processed" slowly die
of starvation, then rise from the dead and be quickly herded into the
"Dining Areas". A lot of us were targeted. I was one of the
lucky ones, I think. I was chosen for "breeding", due to my
looks and the rigorous exercise routines I kept even after
civilization collapsed. Still, I knew that when my usefulness as a
breeder was over, they'd have me for their next meal. Luckily, a
resistance group broke me, and a few of the others, out of that Dead
Camp before anything else could happen.
I never saw a Necrovore, but from what I hear, I could
have been standing next to one, and not even know. But if I ever do
see one, I swear to God I'll make it pay for what they are doing to us.
Quote
"I don't fear Hell. I've lived in a Dead Camp."
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