Ex-Urban Guerrilla
by Matthew Weaver-Uzelac
Mental
Cognition 3d8
Artillery 3d8
Trackin' 3d8
Knowledge 2d6
Area Knowledge: Home City 4d6
Disguise 3d6
Medicine: General 2d6
Mein 1d8
Leadership 3d8
Streetwise 4d8
Smarts 2d12
Survival:Urban 3d12
Spirit 2d6
Corporeal
Deftness 2d10
Shootin': Rifle 4d10
Nimbleness 4d10
Climbin' 3d10
Fightin': Brawlin' 3d10
Sneak 3d10
Strength 3d6
Quickness 4d6
Vigor 2d6
Edges
Vet. Of Wasted West 0
Rad Tolerant 2
Thick Skinned 3
Level Headed 5
Hindrances
Intolerance 1 (Soldiers from "the other side")
Heroic 5
Yearning: Old life 2
Cautious 3
Wind: 12
Pace: 10
Size: 6
Gear: NA assault rifle, 30 rounds 5.56mm, map of home city, $20
Personality: Before the war I was just a clerk. Then the armies moved though my city. My parents were killed in the first night of shelling, and I ran and hid in the subway tunnels. I only came out to look for food, and when I did, I saw the dirty deeds of the "Forces of Liberation." Later that night I found one of their sentries and killed him with a lead pipe. I took his rifle and ammunition and joined with others who had lost everything. We fought back. When the bombs hit I was with a group in the suburbs hitting an armored column. We survived. The occupation troops did not. That's when other things started happening. A bunch of us from both sides took shelter in the sewers; we fought for a time against each other, but that stopped when those "things" started showing up. Now, I've been fighting them ever since. I actually miss being a clerk."
Quote: "My motto is: live free or die. If you die, I live free."