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'''[[Statistics]]'''
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'''[[Statistics]]:'''
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[Strength]:   5
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[[Strength]]: 7
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[Perception]: 5
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[Endurance]: 5
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[[Perception]]: 5
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[Charisma]:   5
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[Agility]:   5
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[[Endurance]]: 6
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[Intelligence]: 5
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[Luck]:       5
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[[Charisma]]: 3
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[[Agility]]: 7
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[[Intelligence]]: 7
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[[Hit Points]]: 16
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[[Experiance Points]]: 100  (1000 needed for next level.)
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'''Skills'''
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Mechanical Repair: 40%
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Swimming: 40%
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Unarmed Combat: 40%
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Climbing: 40%
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Acrobatics: 40%
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Throwing: 40%
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'''Description:'''
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Female. 40..ish. Tall and thin -- but not too thin. I have thick black hair that falls in wet waves to my shoulder blades. I'm going to want something to pin it back. A pencil would do. My eyes are large and dark and my skin is a rich mocha. A twist of thorny vines, occasionally punctuated by roses, peeks over my right shoulder, continuing across my back, ending just above my left buttocks. There's is something written at the base in fine script in a language I don't seem to know. Strange that I can't remember what it means. There is a scar on the right side of my stomach; a jagged vertical line about 5 inches long.
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'''Equipment:'''
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Shorts.
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Plastic sandals.
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Paperclips.
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Sheet of paper.
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Plastic bag.
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Flashlight (broken).
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Basic set of mechanical tools.
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Gloopy chip.
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Raggedy tunic.
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Femur club.

Current revision as of 15:51, 12 November 2007

Statistics:

Strength: 7

Perception: 5

Endurance: 6

Charisma: 3

Agility: 7

Intelligence: 7



Hit Points: 16

Experiance Points: 100 (1000 needed for next level.)


Skills

Mechanical Repair: 40%

Swimming: 40%

Unarmed Combat: 40%

Climbing: 40%

Acrobatics: 40%

Throwing: 40%



Description:

Female. 40..ish. Tall and thin -- but not too thin. I have thick black hair that falls in wet waves to my shoulder blades. I'm going to want something to pin it back. A pencil would do. My eyes are large and dark and my skin is a rich mocha. A twist of thorny vines, occasionally punctuated by roses, peeks over my right shoulder, continuing across my back, ending just above my left buttocks. There's is something written at the base in fine script in a language I don't seem to know. Strange that I can't remember what it means. There is a scar on the right side of my stomach; a jagged vertical line about 5 inches long.


Equipment:

Shorts. Plastic sandals. Paperclips. Sheet of paper. Plastic bag. Flashlight (broken). Basic set of mechanical tools. Gloopy chip. Raggedy tunic. Femur club.

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