By Matthew Weaver-Uzelac
Mental
Cognition 2d6
Knowledge 1d8
Area Knowledge: Tri-State Area 3d8
Mien 3d8
Smarts 4d6
Survival: Wilderness 3d6
Spirit 2d6
Guts 3d6
Corporeal
Deftness 2d6
Nimbleness 2d12
Climbin' 3d12
Dodge 3d12
Fightin': Knife 3d12
Sneak 3d12
Strength 3d6
Quickness 2d10
Vigor 4d10
Wind: 12
Pace: 14
Size: 5 (Kid)
Edges
Fleet Footed 2
Gift o' Gab 1
Sense o' Direction 1
Hindrances
Mutant -3
Kid -2
Personality: Pant...Pant...Sir...Pant... I am here from the settlement of Old Tucson. I am to recite to you the words of our village boss. "We need your help. Someone is killing our sentries late at night. We fear that there is something left over from the war that is hunting our ruins. A year ago, we gave your village a generator to help with your hospital. In return we only asked that we could be friends." Pant...Pant... "Now we ask your aid in helping to meet this threat, after all if our village dies, so does yours. Please assist us with members of your town malita. We thank you for your aid." Pant...Pant...Pant...
So, will ya' helps us, or do I have to keep on to the next ville...?"
Quote: "Only" Pant "Twenty-one" Pant "more" Pant "Miles" Pant.