Name: Jemit "Herbit Shlang" Twang Rothchile
Gender: Male
Profession: Habitual Pot Smoker | Expert at Call of Duty for xbox360 | Jamacian person
Perks:'hand of 360' (+0.5 to Accuracy) 'i n i do't like not being stoned - bloodclot - coming down' - psychological addiction and physical detox symptom (-8 to cooperation with living people) daydreaming/distraction/sidetracking (+8 to distraction/overwhelmend) +1 patience +2 computers +5 firefighting +7 cool
Bio:Came from Kingston, now he's fightin' off undeath. Pretty pissed off his mates joint got trashed and he only grabbed a few spliffs worth. Used to live at his uncle Rey's - just hangs out at Clyve Bee's - playing Call of Duty | Smoked alot.
Has cricket bat, and a saw off shotty
"One of the girls was bitten, brought in, we lot thought she was having a bit of a meth fit - then she started gnawing on Clyve. After him turn on Bonzol; I run upstair, grab the shotty and pocket the one shell packet, no found the key to the rest of the shootahz.., run down stairs, they wouldna freeze at gunpoint, bloody mess, me got out, i kicked it quickly out the back door and grabbed the cricket bat from the yard - 'I n i' were over the backfence with all me belongin's. Lucky i pocket me stash."
Starting Equipment:
variable use of Hands:
- Ol' Double Barrel 12g Sawn-off (both ends)
(under armpit) - 1 Cricket Bat (could have handle reinforced to avoid breaking free from flat bit - otherwise hitty bit is 90/114 durability)
left hand after lit or kept in lip if need be, - Doobie
Ear 1
Doobie
Ear 2
Cigar drilled out in the centre and fill with bud
1 Oversized Beanie
1 Headband suitable for bandage
1 Tiny Inappropriately not even casual 'Mesh' Singlet (worn)
1 Pair oversized cargo pants, worn, with red green and black graffiti (worn)
in pockets of above - thick wooden belt.
in cargo pockets variably ('cargo pockets' may hold at least 2 pounds of evenly distributed content)
pocketed: 1 Tin (9g content)
pocketed: 1 Packet Smelly Joe Cigarette Papers (14 left) (made of Rice Paper!)
pocketed: 1 Half full disposable cigarette lighter
pocketed: Packet of 12g shot (old skool worn cardboard box err 12 out of 14 cartridge left)
some other pocket: loose flower of bud, packet of 'legend' rolling tobacco (3/30g left), spare lighter, packet of matches (both half empty), 'little tiger' engraved pocket knife (suitable for ... cheese, possibly spreading marmite, or threatening to blind some thug)
He has $0.40cent in whatever currency thre is
On the street - kickin' the beat. ..errr seein' thing he go never believe if he speak again - an' savin' him shot. Lookin for sane serenity I is n I boi. *loads the 1 shot no present*
*carboard box 12g shot now (11/14)*