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Name: Jaymz Delorian
Callsign: Hellboy
Strength-8
Perception-6
Endurance-6
Charisma-4
Intelligence-5
Agility-5
Luck-6
Major skills: Bushido (tagged), Energy Weapons (tagged), Gun Repair, Repair
Minor skills: Large Guns, Minor Wounds, Driving and Piloting
Implant: Arm Implant (+1 strength)
Equipment: Food & Water, Energy Gun Ammo, Medium Energy Gun, Upper Fiberglass Armor, Lower Metal Armour, First Aid Kit, Cigars, Matches.
STARTING OFF...
It was in the middle of the night, or at least it felt that way to him. Something had woken him up, but experience was already getting the best of him: he had not been woken up by anybody. His cryogenetic sleep had simply ended moments before, or the main computer had somehow failed.
He tried to open his eyes, but they seemed to be glued shut, or they at least appeared to be that way. Atrofied muscles refused to move, while he knew he should get away. Without his eyes, his ears had told him the alarms were going off and red lights were flashing all around him.
With great difficulty, he raised his right arm - biting away the pain - and felt for the switch that would release him from his glass prison. Not finding it as quickly as he'd liked, he stammered a grunt, and decided to solve things in a different way. With a powerful thrust of his fist he broke the glass window in front of him, and fumbled for the electronic lock to get him out.
It didn't take him that much time to get out after that, but he was still trapped in a building. The cryofreeze still made him fuzzy, and caused his movements to be sluggish and slow. And still his eyes weren't working, although he could feel that they would be opening up soon. With a sigh he sat down besides his glass cage, checking his pockets with his uninjured left hand for something. A grin appeared on his face as he pulled out a cigar.
"Just right," he mumbled, as he struck a match and lighted his smoke. He then sat back to relax, alarms still ringing all around him.
[ 04-24-2004, 03:34 PM: Message edited by: Link ]
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