Thanks, changed it.
Name: Johnny Jimson <Real name: Andrew Slanson AKA Andrew The Man-Hunter>
Age: 23
Gender: Mail
Job: "Postman" <Real Job: Serial Killer / mugger / Wanted Criminal / Gangster>
Personality: I like killin' Things, and Man is just like any other Animal...
Undead Philosophy: They don't Stay dead, I Like Fixin' that.
Backstory: Before the shit hit the Fan I was livin' in a Backstreet shit hole, Beatin' people to death and Taken their cash so I could pay for my rent. On the day Most of Society Decided to fall in on it's self I was Arrested, The Fuckin' Cop Crashed into a Firetruck and Died near instantly with me makein' sure he'd stay dead by Beatin' in his head. For the two months after that I Decided to hide out in the Sewers, Comein' up in Malls, Apartments and, Other places that had Sewer access, Then some Idots Decided to Invade the Sewers, Shoot me in the Hand, and Leave it all open. just to add insult to injury they ended up gettin' Eaten by the Fuckers that should have been dead already. Soon afterward I ended up Runin' into this Group, Or should I say Over as I had Ran over some guy in a Car I had Hot wired, I still don't know WHO I ran over Just that he had been Followin' em With a Machete Covered in Rotten Flesh...
Motivation: the fact that one thing that I always wished has happened, me generally being able to do what ever the fuck I want now that Society is Walkin' Dead.
Stats:
Strength: 11
Agility: 9
Constitution: 9
Intelligence: 10
Wisdom: 6
Charisma: 5
Traits: V
Psycho: +1 to attempt VERY immoral Actions, +1 to attacks on Still Living Foes, Fear has less effects.
Criminal: +1 to Things Like Lock-picking, Breaking and entering, Drug Identification, Ext.
disconnected: -1 to all Social Interactions with Living Allies.
Paranoid: -1 while in any unsecured Structure, -1 to all Social Interactions with Survivors not in the group.
Skills:
[Blades 2/?]
[Explosives 1/?]
[Stealth 2/?]
Equipment:((Your starting Equipment will depend on Your Job, Your Skills, Your Traits, and a Few Secret Background Rolls.))
Your Keepsake: a pair of Spiked brass Knuckels that I made my first mugging with.
ZR:((I'll determine this at the start))
AT:((I'll determine this at the start))
This Sheet looks to be in Order, and where would Post-Apocalyptic Fiction be without Psychos? IN
Beagles are the most fearsome of all the dogs. Fear them, and their floppy ears.
Floppy ears rule supreme.
My Life For The Litter. But seriously though,
OK, I'll have the IC Thread Up sometime Tomorrow,
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