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Post by govetenko on May 9, 2013 5:13:07 GMT -5
Hank "Husher" Harrison Man. Custom homemade armor (Trench coat with many strips of scrap metal sewn into the lining). Worn face. Sad eyes. Stocky body
*Cool+1 Hard+2 *Hot-2 Sharp+2 Weird-1
Moves
Blood Crazed (whenever you inflict harm, inflict +1harm.)
Fuck This Shit (name your escape route and roll+hard. On a 10+, sweet, you’re gone. On a 7–9, you can go or stay, but if you go it costs you: leave something behind, or take something with you, the MC will tell you what. On a miss, you’re caught vulnerable, half in and half out.
Prepared for the inevitable (you have a well-stocked and high-quality first aid kit. It counts as an angel kit (cf) with a capacity of 2-stock.)
NOT TO BE FUCKED WITH: in battle, you count as a gang (3-harm gang small), with armor according to the circumstances.
Gear Silenced Sniper Rifle (3-harm far hi-tech) Silenced Shotgun (3-harm close messy) Grenades (4-harm hand area reload messy)
1 barter (flowers) 2 armor
Hush is an older man, somewhere in his late 40s, maybe early 50s.
EXPERIENCE **
HX
Jeremy the Savvyhead "Mr Rzie" -1Hx
Francis the Operator "Tewhill" +3Hx
Smith the Brainer "Frying pan" -1Hx
Spice the Skinner (John Carr) "Boojum" +2Hx
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Pixie
Sniveling Wimp
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Post by Pixie on May 13, 2013 4:50:34 GMT -5
Drinking buddie!
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Post by Sully the Raptor on May 18, 2013 16:37:36 GMT -5
Husher, Seems like you have a pretty steady supply of ammunition. Who supplies it to you? govetenko
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