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Tablerace

Run until I hear splashes for a few steps, turn around and listen for more splashes, ready to strike

Stop 5 m short.  Call out 'cease fighting!'

Shout in the affirmative. Listen for quick movement,  move slowly toward commotion with guard up.

Name-  Tablerace

skills
Perception  +2
Charisma - 1
Intelligence - 1

Perks
Spatial awareness acute - good balance.

Item, balanced by perk
Strong motorcycle helmet,  no eye hole.
Staff made of lead piping
Rags

Appearance.
Tall and lean. Pale.


Condition.
 Blinded

"I have a rifle needing. Longarm.
Armour too."

I rifle in my pockets for a wallet, but find only 5 unrecognizable coins and a scrap of paper that says "Don't spend it all in one place"

"Ja, thanks for your help"

I make my way to the Armory and look around, looking for someone who looks like they should be there.



Edit: ((Fortune favours the bolded))

((I presume that I have been issued with MCP-I 'armour' and am on the Sword))

I walk to the nearest person I see and ask

"Where am I? I have a gun needing."

Name: Tablerace Wan
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Appearance: 6 Ft tall exactly. Caucasian, lean musculature. Hairless. Plain, peasant's face. Iris colour, blue. Dentition, perfect. Distinguishing mark, tattoo on right breast reading, [Eerste/Adam]

Personal information: Near total amnesia. Fluent in a Dutch-like language believed dead for centuries, speaks in English with a broken syntax. Shows little to no memory of human contact/history. Has a strong sense of duty, but to what exactly, is unknown.
Reason assigned to HMRC OR Reason to join ARM: HMRC Criminal: Illegal existence.

Stats
Strength: 0
Dexterity: +1
Endurance: +1
Charisma: -2
Mind: 0
Fate: 0
Intuition: 0

Skills
Handiwork: +1
Conventional Weapons: +1
Unconventional Weapons: -1
Exotic weapons: 0
Auxiliary systems: 0
Medical tech: 0
General Knowledge: -1

Profession: Conscript

Edit: changed Personal info slightly, just changed english/Common fluency.