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Str 2 Dex 4 Con 2
Int 2 Per 3 Wil 2
LPs 26
EPs 23
Spd 12
Essence 15
Qualities/Drawbacks
Contacts (Criminal) 2 (2)
Covetous (Greedy) (-2)
Fast Reaction Time (2)
Nerves of Steel (3)
Resources (Miserable) (-8)
Situational Awareness (2)
Skills
Acrobatics 3
Brawling 2
Climbing 4
Dodge 3
Escapism 1
Haggling 2
Notice 3
Pick Pocket 3
Running (Dash) 4
Running (Marathon) 2
Stealth 3
Streetwise 3
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Gear
Rags
Personality
Dark in 'ere ain't it?
And they said I were gettin' too big. Said it was
against the law. Like the law means much down 'ere in the East End.
I've fitted up smaller pipes than this. I know me chimneys, I can
tell yer.
Old Salt knows it too. That's probly why 'e kept me
on. Now I go down chimneys instead of up 'em. There's rich pickin's
for a little fella like me. An' if I need a little extra, then
there's always the marks on the street. Tip 'o the cap, "Sweep
the street, Sir" and hook the money after they pay.
Oh yes, I've done it all me, an' I know this city like
the back o' me 'and. Even Old Salt can 'ave trouble keepin' up wi' me.
I've walked the banks of the river, lifted purses in
the markets, ferreted me way in an' out of 'ouses an' across their
roofs and sifted through the muck in the sewers for anything that'll
shine. Magpie's what Old Salt calls me; 'is 'Little Magpie'. Course,
with the fog comin' down it's even easier.
An' I seen some strange stuff of late. Bodies, more n'
usual turning up on the banks and in the sewer drains. I worried a
bit meself, but the tides seem to take 'em away right sharp. You 'ave
to grab what you can get before they're gone. An' folks goin'
missin'. Every day now it seems. Some folks say they've taken 'em to
the workhouses, but that ain't right. I know 'cause I seen some of
'em. At a distance, like, 'cause they look none too healthy, like
they's got a dose or somethin'.
I can still 'ear 'im down there, though 'e ain't
makin' much noise, just shufflin' 'round. I can't believe the bleeder
ain't called a peeler. An' I can't believe he caught up wi' me. That
mark may 'ave been slow, but I swears to God 'imself he'd of pursued
me to the very gates of 'ell if I hadn't got up 'ere right smart.
I can understand 'he's upset an' all, but even 'e must
understand; a fella's gotta eat.
Quote
"Dark in 'ere ain't it?"
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