Post by scamming on Jun 11, 2023 10:51:16 GMT -6
Russel Lynch
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Character Summary
A temperamental once-was nomad, crawling their way back up from resident vagabond.
'This has neva' been fer' me to judge.'
Renegade < ████████ | ████████ > Paragon
'I'm a mishmash of parts and emotions.'
Terrible < ████████ | ████████ | ████████ > Crystal Clear
Age: Mid-Thirties.
Birthday: 09/22/20XX
Place of Birth: The ruins of the American swamps.
Nationality: FSA? I don't consida' myself anythin'.
Ethnicity: Caucasian.
Current Residence: Siggy's old place.
Occupation: Gun-for-hire, tailor.
Previous Occupations: Nomad Watchman.
Education: High-school equivalent.
Marital Status: Unmarried.
Status: Alive.
Relations.
'One of da' first people I worked with. Ten-kay' job as my second gig, I was fawkin' useless. Got me started with 'dat cred influx. Has a job with Helios now, too- doin' well. Don' know if droids take friends or not, but I'll neva' scoff at her on a gig', f'sure.'
'Barely know 'im, but someone dedicated ta' the blade. Intense focus t'his work, but he can't schmooze a lady fer' fuck-all.'
'I don' know Ericksson tha' well, but he's a solid gun an' a'right fighta'. Good fer' gigs, and can hold his conversation, too.'
'Sonny, but I jus' call him S'. One of my better friends in the hab, though maybe not one of my closest. Still threadin' that thin line of augmentation to become a full-borg. Hope you make it, pal'.'
'Gone and dusted. I don' even think you sold yer' life well, but you left a lot of hate behind. Maybe I shoul' be worried about that happenin' to myself.'
'Righ' up there with Vass n' Siggy, I'think? I realize I don' actually have too many proper friends 'ere, aside from these three. I dunno'- but one things for sure, her robotic family still grows. Useful as ever.'
'My kinda' asshole, this choom. Especially afta' that night, then the dancin'. Y'help me stay more and more out of jus' pure work, though in a way tha' isn't exactly healthy. Damn gud'.'
'Equal on da' list with Siggy. Really- th'path you've shown me might be the guidin' hand I need for a while, risky as it is. Can only 'ope I don' burn out 'fore I'm truly useful. Onward and back ta' dirty business, aye'?'
'Local fixer, nettie', and Void payroll-manager wrapped up into one person. Don' truly know 'em past the surface level, and thas' okay to me. While apparently not ah, reliable ta' be around to determine employee bonuses and pay-stubs, they do a gud' job in the gigs I've been with- and wrangle monkeys as a fixa' just as well.'
'Duquette. Not sure if I should like 'im, hate 'im, or stop givin' a real shit. Reliable doc', even when treated like shit, but has clearly made sum' questionable choices 'fore I was eva' here. Curious 'bout the wrong things, too. He's th'kind of person that is the reason I don' like ta' be in debt, for better or worse.'
'Fucked up the date. Whatever- why m'I writin' about this one, 'gain? Went on a gig r'two with 'im, solid merc'. Bit of a lap-dog ta' Duquette, but considerin' Duquette... a good guard, I'guess. Anyway, next person.'
'Joshua Lewis. Okay, maybe he can handle himself.'
'Fallin' into their preferred place in Peach Trees. New gunsmith- expectin' a lot of unqiue stuff from you, now. Also, got a makeover.'
'Samsara, or Asimov. Reliable, consistent, and holds conversation surprisingly well. Less s'more ta' say here, as I don' know terrinly much 'bout them, but... still, they get it done.'
'I don't really know this guy- and I don' think I plan to, with the bits and pieces I've picked up. More of a friend ta' Hawk and Vass, gets th'job done.''HOLY FUCK.'