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rolled 11, 2, 12, 7, 5, 14, 19, 5, 12, 7 = 94
1, 18, 3, 13, 6, 6, 5, 14, 17, 4
Teenage Security Guard Born in A Survivalist Camp With a goal to indulge in pleasure who is lonesome with a shotgun as a favored weapon, has some throwing knives, lives in a luxury condo, Pheromone-Based Suggestion and Thermoptic Camo.
"Hmm? Sorry, still a bit hung over. The twins had kept me up pretty late, you know how they can get, eh? Hopefully, they'll still be at the condo when I get back.
Wassat? Really? We're going to have this conversation in the middle of work? Fine.
I used to live up in the forested area in the north, family was a bunch of gungho survivalist types, end of the world type of shit. I hated it, but it gave me skills, skills I used to get this sweet guard gig. Left that whole life behind though, only my shotgun and these chuckin' knives to remind me of those days. Replace em? Hell naw, these things are fucking gold. Sentimental value too, I guess. I miss some of the family. Dad and my sisters were all right I guess. Here in the city all these corporate types seem to foget that kind of closeness, ya know? The closest thing I can find is in the arms of gorgeous women. The love the sheer sexiness I give off. Literally. Got an implant for it and everything. Don't give me that look. And in case I get in bed with the wrong chica I got a disappearing act thats simply killer. Now go and check up on team two. They should've reported in by now."