[CHAR] Wal-World: Dead Stock – [Walmart Apocalypse Adventuring RP] [ENDED]

[ClocktowerEchos]

Active Characters:
- Jak-Jak
- Ash
- Crow
- Leroy

CS Guide

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[indent][b]| NAME |[/b]
[indent] Self explanatory. [/indent]
[b]| DEPARTMENT |[/b]
[indent]Where were you raised/currently live? Your character should make sense with whatever the Department’s culture is[/indent]
[b]| AGE |[/b]
[indent]Realistic for their experiences, please. [/indent]

[b]| TRAITS |[/b] - This is where you're "personality" traits come in as well as skills, make sure to balance them though.
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[b]| EQUIPMENT |[/b] - Weapons, armor, trinkets, pets, etc. Don't go overboard and what you take should make sense with your character.
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[b]| BIOGRAPHY |[/b]
[indent]Describe your character's life up until now. Where did they come from? Any major events? How did it shape them? Why or how have they ended up as a Bargain Hunter? Doesn't have to be really long though.[/indent][/indent]

Example GM Character, Lewis Watton Sinesias

(Face Claim, not Armor and stuff)

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| NAME |

Lewis Watton Sinesias

| DEPARTMENT |

Clothing/Electronics

| AGE |

29

| TRAITS |

• Veteran Bargain Hunter - A life of adventure and exploring the endless halls and also has given otherwise untrainable skills such as that innate sense of danger and the ability to suppress that feeling paradoxically. He leads with great efficiency and has a good sense of management and navigation.
• Minor Noble - Born of a minor noble house within Clothing, Lewis is well educated compared to some others. However, not being a full noble with all the power, prestige and wealth that comes with it means that he doesn’t have the resources to truly pull together s
• Stubborn - Strong willed, Lewis doesn’t take things lying down and doesn’t quiet easily. Good thing for when the going gets tough, not so good when you walk head first into the Baby Goods Department.
• Ambitious - Between being the child of a lesser noble and being a Bargain Hunter, there’s no way he was never going to be ambitious, it gives him drive to do his work and feeds into his stubbornness (and potential narcissism).

| EQUIPMENT |

• Gambeson w/ Plates - Gambeson made of various thicker patches of clothing with a tin can breastplate with faulds and shin guards; isn’t the prettiest nor the newest but it has served Lewis well even if he is jealous of other people’s armors. Also wears a reinforced metal bowl over his head as a helmet with a feathered flume made of Dire Raven feathers (think of British WW1 helmets).
• Vambrace Shield - Instead of having an actual shield, Lewis has strong, reinforced forearm guards that he uses to parry and block instead. Lewis got them from his travels in from a clan in the Meat section of the Food Department. Does jack shit against heavy and ranged weapons though.
• Bag of Dice - A small pouch of dice that Lewis has on him, often pulling them out on down time to play guessing or betting games with; the pouch contains one twenty sided die given to him by an old dorf friend as a good luck token before he died.
• Dual Chief's Daggers and Las-Revolver - Primary weapons of Lewis; both have been with him since the start. The daggers where some of his first loot while the Las-Revolver was a gift from his father when he first started his life as a Bargain Hunter as a farewell gift, its cylinder can hold 5 AA batteries at once but is single action.

| BIOGRAPHY |

Lewis’s life began as a political maneuver between a minor noble of House Nike and a group of Tronboyz known as the Nervs. His mother was a daughter of the Sinesia and his father a respected warrior of the Nervs; it was hoped that such a marriage would solidify an alliance which would then provide the House of Nike with discounts on blaster weapons.

Growing up, Lewis’s life would be split between time with both Departments of his heritage. In his youth he was brought up by courtiers and tutors of House Nike where he learned to read, write, plot, plan and organize along with how to fight to some extend. All the basics needed for Clothing Department nobility. Which apparently includes knowing how to shank someone and punch them in the face.

When he was 10, he then spent more time with the Electronics Department. For 5 years he learned the ways of the Tron, honing his martial skills as well as creating a lust for old world things. Such was this drive that when he was 16, he set out to become a Bargain Hunter. Sometimes he would do it alone, sometimes with a group. Sometimes he had a patron sometimes he didn’t. Regardless, his life of adventuring has lead him to some rather exotic and interesting places as his experience helps make up the lack of vast sums of money that one sees with greenhorn noble jackass or the reputation of a wal-renowned Bargain Hunter.

POST ALL CHAR APPS IN OOC FIRST; CHARS TAB IS FOR ACCEPTED CHARS ONLY.

[Todd Howard]

Heather

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| NAME |

Heather "Heat" McKenzie

| DEPARTMENT |

Toys / Dorf Fortress

| AGE |

16

| TRAITS |

• Schizophrenic - Heather has a very dangerous mental disorder in her schizophrenia: She often sees and hears things that aren't there due to a faulty perception, coming off as constantly paranoid. This helps her by at least causing her to constantly be aware of her surroundings out of fear that "they" will get her, but otherwise causes it's set of problems that constantly plague her life. This causes her to be extremely untrusting of just about every living being within the Wal, having a firm belief they are probably out to get her unless proven otherwise. This condition was assumed to be caused by Age'B'Gone use, and while she's usually "Okay", she occasionally does snap and go what can only be described as crazy.
• Dungeon Dragon - Having learned much from the holy pen and paper texts, as well as having passed a test from her elders known as The Tutorial before planning to set out as an Adventurer, Heather has the knowledge of dungeoneering under her belt to help her traverse the store. She has a solid understanding of the necessary Skills of any adventurer, including combat, communication, and stealth. Other basic Skils of the adventurer such as Lockpicking are also within her capabilities. She's just not very good at them.
• Chaotic Good - A free spirit, Heather plays by her own rules and doesn't obey the will of others unless her life depends on it. She cares about her profit first, but doesn't ever intentionally hurt good folk: She doesn't steal from those who are heavily lacking in the way of supplies, instead targeting those who hoard more than they need: Taking as much as she can carry before scurrying off to never be seen again. While she mostly cares about food, she doesn't mind stealing a fancy-looking weapon or some reading material, either...
• Mouse Trapper - Heather has learned to make traps from the Pages of Mousetrap, and due to constructing the board on a few occasions. She cannot make anything extremely competent, but due to her childish nature they usually come off as unexpected and can catch others off guard if she has enough time to prepare. Knives in a stuffed bear, glue on the floor, jumpropes tied to two display shelves to trip up pursuers... She's crafty.

| EQUIPMENT | -

• Heroic Armor - Basic defensive gear made out of old salvaged plastic super-hero masks. While some of them had to be torn apart and glued to the other masks to cover up the constant eye-holes, the sacrifice wasn't in vain: Heather has a fairly protective set of armor because of it, though it is a bit clunky. Anything held together by glue and tape would be. While there's basic clothing under the armor as to not have to tape the armor to her flesh, over the armor is a black and yellow hero costume, which was apparently at one point similarly worn by an adventurer in the Dorfs known as Baseball Batman.
• Wooden Shield - A shield made out of three dismantled skateboards. It's basic, but whatever keeps you safe, right?
• Pouch of Marbles - A pouch that would seem to be fully of jumping jacks, but instead it's just two dozen marbles. While smacking someone in the face with it is viable, it's mainly there as a hazard for threats coming her way. A common move among the youth of the Wal.
• Lego Sword - A bunch of legos originally glued together into a sword. It's appearance is somewhat melted, all of the pieces having mended into one making it more difficult to break. Despite crude sharpening methods, you'd have a better chance of someone choking on a small lego than killing someone with this unless you jammed it directly into their eye. Not to mention the damn thing is still easy to break; A perfect weapon for a new adventurer... If they wanted to die, that is. Still hurts to get hit with it, and it is fairly sharp.
• Exacto Whip - A second weapon, which is a thrown-together mess. A jump rope with two exacto knives strapped to one end, which while dangerous, isn't exactly the most practical use of the items. Getting lashed with it is no joke, however.

| BIOGRAPHY |

Born to two Dorf elders, Heather was placed in a strange world where she grew up with mostly those that had been her age for more years than history would care to explain; Becoming what was very slowly coming normal for the Fortress to see: Actual kids. They'd be raised in a community learning the odds and ends to make life work, and unlike their cousins who abused Age'B'Gone, they would grow into bigger and more capable individuals.

Sadly there is always conflict within Dorf Fortress. Some of the adult-minded kids who used the Age'B'Gone to an extent insisted the children not be allowed to grow old. That they should remain young, and add to a growing number in their ranks to continue marching on in youth. Against her parent's wishes, Heather was exposed to Age'B'Gone as a teenager by a Chaotic Evil Dorf; And ended up becoming younger again from her teenage state. Despite the fact that the one responsible for giving it to her was sentenced to their more murderous cousins, Heather continued to abuse Age'B'Gone for a fair amount of time; Almost two years. She'd do anything to get her hands on it, was discarded by her parents, left to fend for herself. She never seemed to care as long as she could get one more dose.

Eventually, after managing to regain communication with her elders, she was scolded about her actions and how they had expectations for her to serve proudly when she was older; Now just a confused and mentally faulty individual unable to think clearly. Through sheer willpower, she went cold turkey and stopped taking the drug, suffering side effects and ending up with her current schizophrenia. But she has recovered from most of the drawbacks, deciding to do something with her life. Aged back up to sixteen, putting her mentally at twenty, she decided to put her knowledge taught to her by the Dorfs to use by going out and find a true purpose.

Having been put through The Tutorial, a trial to prove one is capable of surviving outside the Fortress, by her father, a former Adventurer, she has set off into the store, through vents, into unknown territory for her. She isn't exactly a coined "Bargain Hunter", but the title fits pretty well. Her journey into a huge world outside the Toy Department is just beginning.

[MonsieurShade]

Hider

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| NAME |

Jackson "Jak-jak" Anderson

| DEPARTMENT |

Pets & Animals

| AGE |

27

| TRAITS | -

• Seasoned huntsman - Jackson is a hunter through and through. From the very moment he could properly defend himself he's been sent out alongside others of his ilk to either fight back the beasts that roamed the land or bring back anything his people could use. Be it by scavenging or raiding Jackson is more than capable of getting hold of almost anything needed to survive the walmart.
• Attitude - While he's capable of reigning in his animalistic impulses Jackson isn't exactly what one would call a people person. He's crass, can be ill tempered, and is known to occasionally hold petty grudges. While he's not exactly wont to go around making threats and assualting people for every perceived slight things can still escalate pretty quickly if he gets rubbed the wrong way. Further adding to his problem would be the fact that Jackson is extremely Darwinist in his views and is quite vocal about it at times. Suffice it to say, negotions are better left to someone else.
• Bad blood - Between his less than stellar social skills and some prexisting rivalries between departments, Jackson isn't exactly going to be welcomed with open arms into every community, especially those that've been on the receiving end of a raid by him and his kin, whether said raid was successful or not.
• Inhalant abuser - Jackson has developed a rather unhealthy addiction to huffing fumes. Gasoline, lighter fluid, burning shoe polish, whatever. If Jackson can inhale it for a high; he's going to inhale it for a high. This can negatively affect his mind and performance, and lately his nose has begun bleeding, a sign of things to come if he doesn't stop.
• Melee fighter - While the preferred melee weapon for those that inhabit the Pets&Animals department might be swords Jackson has opted to master using the spear instead as they are much easier to craft or come by. With a sturdy spear Jackson can impale his foes up close, keep them at bay, or nail them from afar with a good toss. This also extends to javelins.
• Animal senses - Jackson's senses are extremely acute, with his sense of smell being his strongest. This is as much a curse as it is a blessing due to he fact that his sharpened senses can easily be turned against him if he isn't mindful. As of late his sense of smell has actually been on a slow decline due to his huffing habit.

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• Pocket knife - A tool given to his by his father. His most prized possession
• Fishing vest - good for holding multiple items thanks to its many pockets.
• Thresher - His mutant leopard gecko companion and best friend. Small, but has a remarkably strong bite (enough to bruise and draw some blood, not much else). Can act as a warning system for bigger, meaner beasts. Good for pest control.
• Slapdash spear A very sturdy walking stick that's been sharpened on one end. Has coils of rope wrapped around three different sections to allow for a strong grip.
• Canteen - Holds liquid and not much else. Makes for a passable blunt weapon when full of necessary.

| BIOGRAPHY |

There's really nothing all that interesting about Jackson's life. He was born in the store to a pair of bog standard hunters (a supplier and defender, respectively) and picked up the same line of work as parents. After a few years of training with the master hunter Jackson struck out into the only world he knew with little more than the clothes on his back and the small companion animal he'd been granted when he'd earned the right to pick one. More years went by and as Jackson's skills grew he began to alternate between working with groups and going it alone until finally branching off from his tribe and doing his own thing as a bargain hunter once he realized they did the exact same thing and got paid for it.

[Syben]

Ash

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| NAME |

Lynne "Ash" Casteel

| LOPER TITLE |

Ceniza Piel - "Ash Skin"

| DEPARTMENT |

Hunting and Sporting Goods

| AGE |

Twenty-Seven

| TRAITS |
• "The arrow flies—"

The first, of many, important lessons for a young Loper is how to use the bow. Since Ash was able she's been practicing almost religiously. At this point in her life, she's among the top archers, though she's not nearly considered one of the best, and without her bow she loses a lot of her primary usefulness.

• "to silence breath—"

As expected, within the trade of being a good archer is also being apt at stealth and patience, especially when performing duties for the Owl Men. A battle can be decided in the space of a few seconds and a handful of well placed arrows, or a mark eliminated from the shadows. This means catching your enemy off guard, unaware, and having the best position and vantage point. This also means knowing when to stalk quietly, and when to remain still. Lopers call this teaching "Shadow Walking".

• "to swiftly move—"

Perhaps the most important lesson, second only to the bow itself: How to move. To Lopers, moving doesn't mean walking from point A, to point B. Moving means traversing; running, jumping, climbing. Finding the best vantage point means nothing if you can't reach it. Equipped with gear for the more difficult climbs, and paired with high stamina, there are few places Ash considers unreachable.

• "the raven comes-"

Much like a Raven has talons, so too does Ash. She carries a pair of hunting knifes, which have their own stories. These stories have been told to her many times, and eventually she will add her own story and pass them on. Knife fighting, however, is quite a secondary attribute and is considered a worst case scenario tactic. A good Loper, or so it's taught, should never put themselves in a position to need to resort to their knives. "A good Loper knows how to use their knives, A great Loper never needs to draw them." Ash is good with these weapons, but she's resigned herself to the fact that she'll never be like one of the legends told to her as a child.

• "wise in death."

The last of Ash's skills is something that it both taught, and not. Being wise is something a person is, especially with time. She's got a decent brain attuned to her craft. She's got a strategic mindset, especially for positioning and rigging a fight in her favor. Being crafty is something that can be taught and Ash knows how to craft, and set a good many traps. She's also pretty handy at creating them on the fly. Her wisdom centers around knowing what she's working with, and how best to use it to her advantage—Including her enemies weaknesses.

| EQUIPMENT |

•Dark Fatigues - An ensemble common among Lopers, or garb that is similar. Ash usually pairs her fatigues with a dark, tattered hoodie.

•Skull Mask and Balaclava - Light face gear is a common accessories for Lopers, especially masks.

•Silbador - The name of Ash's recurve bow. It translates into "Whistler"

•Black Backpack - An essential item that holds within a lot of her miscellaneous stuff and survival items; climbing gear, camping equipment, some rough navigation devices, and some small tools to assist in crafting, mending, and trap setting. Also holds a very basic set of medical supplies; meaning some wraps, band-aids, and some Pain'B'Gone; along with a few minor, and basic poisons she knows how to make (few of which are lethal). It also contains a duffel bag folded up within, for loot and treasure.

•Abonar & Cosechar - Her two knives, handed down to her from her mentor. The names mean "To Cull" and "To Reap", respectively.

| BIOGRAPHY |

Life in Sport can be rough, more-so for Lopers who both belong, and are out of place. Ash was never meant to be a Point-Guard, her frame was too wiry, her body too lithe. To them, she was petite, frail, unworthy. The Owl Men told her she was destined to become a Loper, to see for them, to listen for them, and to act upon their instruction. From a young age she was paired with a Mentor, though Lopers rarely give out little more than their title, or nicknames to friends. As is tradition, Ash was stripped of her name by the Owl Men, her mentor simply referred to her as "Runt".

He was "Camina Con Cuervo", or "Walks With Ravens", named such on his name day for the way he seemed to glide through the toughest obstacles with ease and grace. She spent years of her life rigorously training with the bow, knives, and how to move as the Lopers did. She wasn't a fast learner, and her mentor was stern with his teachings. At some points during her early training, her mentor expressed concern about her ability to become a Loper, prophesying that she'd walk with death far too soon.

Over time, and through many stern lessons, she began to show aptitude. Ash began to believe in what the Owl Men told her, of her destiny to become a Loper, how she was born for it. Which she was, in a sense, with the kind of body she possessed. Still further, she started to excel at her lessons. It was many years later when her mentor finally smiled for her, a subtle expression that conveyed much more than it let on.

Her naming day came when she was nineteen, having finally impressed her mentor enough to convince him that she had learned all that he had to teach. From the safe areas designated atop the shelves the Owl Men watched her navigate a gruelingly difficult section of the course her mentor had picked out. From the bleachers they watched as she dueled another Loper, a friend of Camina Con Cuervo and a ruthless warrior. Though she lost, she passed her trial: The purpose was not to win, but to endure.

She had achieved her dream and completed her training and trials to become a true Loper. The naming ceremony elevated her from Runt, to "Ceniza Piel". Later that same night, her mentor came to her and they exchanged nicknames. He was known by his friends as "Con", and as her first friend her designated her "Ceni". He also presented her the gifts of Silbador, Abonar, and Cosechar. He also told her the story behind them, and the weapons had a long history; especially the knives, which had chosen from the Tinkling Wall itself. They were stories she asked him to recite many times during long nights—Much like bedtime stories.

She spent the next eight years conscripted in service to the Owl Men, as an informant, a scout, among many other roles. She learned to deal with being ostracized in Sport, to ignore the general front of distrust and suspicion from others. After her mandatory service, and after learning a great deal about The Wal, she said her farewells to her friends and the Owl Men.

She wanted to experience more of the world, to see treasure, fame, and glory. She wanted to raise herself to such a height that the clans of Sport would have no choice but to properly respect her. She wanted to elevate the title of Loper. So she set out as a Bargain Hunter, ever mindful of the day that she would return and bring glory to her sect.

[ML]

Portrait

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| NAME |

Crowley "Crow" Brightwing

| DEPARTMENT |

Originally Born among the Topdwellers.

| AGE |

21

| TRAITS |

• Awoken (Arrogant/Clear-Headed/Resourceful)
  The Topdwellers always consider themselves to be the most enlightened group of the Wal. After all, their lives are full of real dangers, and real emotions. The petty squabbles of the Cereai, the Nevergrown and the Dorfs, it's all meaningless compared to the desperate thrills of fighting against the dire birds which travel the rafters. This leads topdwellers like Crowley to hold no illusions about the dangers of the Wal, and leaves them of sounder mind and gives them excellent improvisational skills, better equipped to survive these perils. Unfortunately, it also makes relating to the Grounded more difficult.
• Determined
  Stubborn to a fault, Crowley will let nothing stand in the way of his recovery. There are medicines in the Wal which can regrow limbs, good as new. There are stories and legends of all varieties. Combined with his arrogrance, Crowley can come off as abrasive and crass, but can eventually be cajoled into doing the right thing. Sometimes.
• Crippled
  After Crowley's tragic fall, his left hand was broken, and healed badly. Though he is capable of moving it slowly, and lightly grasping objects, he is unable to wield a weapon effectively, nor can he climb the grapples of his people back to his home. This also leaves him far more open to other injuries, as he is unable to wield a weapon and shield at the same time, nor can he fire two-handed Sporting Goods.
• Agile
  Despite his fall, Crowley is a Topdweller. Their speed and dexterity are stuff of legend: even some Grounders know of the great Merle Wingplucker, who single-handedly defeated a flock of dire pigeons by dancing around an enraged Sekyuritee bot, and brougth death to the supposedly-mythical dire duck (by outrunning it through a series of stockerbots which shot the duck, instead of him). Before his fall, he was one of the best climbers in his tribe. Of course, his light weight and slender form will fetch him a quick death at the hands of anyone who catches him.
  Crowley's sense of balance is also incredibly refined, from past days swinging between the rafters. His damaged arm is still capable of balancing him as he moves, so his balancing ability is still roughly the same as it used to be.
• Strengthened
  After healing from his fall, Crowley was forced to adapt or die. Forced to use only one arm to avoid the agonizing pain, he developed a much greater amount of strength in his right arm to compensate for his left, and now climbs through a combination of leaping, aerial inversions, and sheer force of will. His grip strength is incredible, as is necessary for a climber. Luckily for him, most things in the Wal can be climbed with only three limbs, including the Topdweller Training Ground (enormous swingsets conjoined together over the years to be a massive jungle gym, hidden deep within The Wal).
  Despite this, unless he can fix his other arm, he will never be able to climb as quickly or as safely as the other topdwellers. Every climb is a risk.

| EQUIPMENT | - Weapons, armor, trinkets, pets, etc. Don't go overboard and what you take should make sense with your character.

• Knife
  Part of the Sporting Goods section is a place known as The Tinkling Wall, where rows upon rows of sharp knives, held in place by fiendish plastic cases and security racks. One of the Topdweller ritual raids involves a trip to the Tinkling Wall, to try and find loose security racks, and steal the knives within. Crowley was a part of one such raid before the fall, and acquired for himself an eight-inch steel knife.
• Tactical Birdfeed
  Crowley's trump card. While the Topdwellers fear and fight the dire birds with every waking moment, some of the more intelligent among the rafters came up with the brilliant idea of mixing birdfeed with a few herbs particularly fragrant to birds. With the recipe considered a secret among the Topdwellers on pain of death, the TB can be used to summon giant pigeons, robins, or sparrows to a particular location. Unfortunately for Crowley, he has only a small amount of the stuff left, and does not know the recipe to make more. Normal birdfeed just doesn't have the same kick to it.
• Clothes
  As with most Topdwellers, Crowley travels light. There is plenty of food around The Wal if one knows where to look, and all Topdwellers learn how to scavenge from an early age. All he really needs at all times is the clothes on his back, and the tools mentioned above.

| BIOGRAPHY |

There comes a time in every Topdweller's life when they must find their place among their peers. This can be as one of the stealthy raiding parties, who swoop to the floor of the Wal and prowl the various departments, looking for supplies they can hoist to the world above. Some serve the tribe as Raptors, serving as the first line of defense against the dire birds which stalk the rafters. Still others work as Rockscis, exceptionally clever people who manage supplies, come up with new combat methods, or work to improve the quality of life of the tribe.

Whatever their position, all Topdweller youths find their place in the First Flight, a ceremony which involves several trials of the different facets of Topdweller life. Any topdweller can participate in the First Flight more than once, provided five Stocking cycles have passed.

Crow never even got through his first ceremony. Although doing well on the raiding and creativity portions of the First Flight, during the combat portion, things went disastrously wrong. While attempting a dangerous swing between rafters to strike at the backside of a dire canary, an unexpected wing flap sent Crowley tumbling on hs grapple. He became entangled in the rope, and his grapple dislodged. He fell some distance before, by some miraculous stroke of luck, the grapple found purchase again. The wrenching in his left arm was agonizing, and he swung into a Shelf.

The village of the unstocked Shelf, named Providence by the inhabitants, were kindly enough to attempt to set his damaged arm, to no avail. Still, thanks to their care and kindness, Crow was able to recuperate enough to begin attempting climbs again. He stayed in Providence (which was really quite the misnomer, all things considered) until he was one day able to climb down from the Shelf to the floor beneath. He took nothing with him but his TB, knife, and clothes.

He never thanked the Shelffolk for their kindness, either.

[Paradoxial]

| NAME |

Leroy Omerson

| DEPARTMENT |

Pharmaceuticals, currently loner

| AGE |

38

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• Absent Minded - because his mind is completely filled with thoughts of his quest, he frequently forgets to eat, sleep and drink unless reminded or becoming almost too weak to continue. he has lost most of the ability to feel hunger or thirst, until it gets to the point of almost passing out.
• Single minded - after the nightmares and dreams entered his life, he quickly lost all other goals and values except for making the potion. He finds anything that doesn't continue his quest to be a waste of time and energy.
• detached - when he left his department, Leroy lost his family, his friends and everyone he had known in his whole life. He stopped seeing people as people, instead his broken mind Only seeing the creatures around him as tools only useful for continuing the quest. If any opportunity arises to continue his quest he will take it, no matter what must be sacrificed.
• Medically Trained - despite it being a decade since he left the confines of the infirmary, Leroy has still managed to keep the knowledge of medicine and herbs in his shattered mind. He can use common chemicals and materials to craft basic bandages and medicines. Also because of his need to craft his potion, he has become proficient at brewing liquid and drafts.

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• Poisoned Hunting Knife and Shivs - a gift from his parents, he keeps the long hunting blade constantly wet with a homemade venom. He also has a couple of rough shivs that he uses if he needs range.
• "Holy Journal" - small leather bound journal where he keeps all of his notes about herbs, medicine and potion. Also has his recipe for making the bombs.
• Potion of Infite Power - this potion is the culmination of years of work. Leroy believes that upon finishing this potion, he will become the most powerful person in the entire store. He will become a god. As of now, the potion is just a finely polished glass bottle, filled with a dark green liquid of unknown origin. The bottle is corked and is strung around his neck. It is very far from completion.
• heavy leather coat - a durable, heavy leather coat that covers most of his upper body. It is good protection against melee attacks but won't come close to stopping a bullet or a sharp blade.
• Crow Mask - as one of the last efforts to ward off the nightmares, Leroy fashioned a wooden/ metal crow mask, which he keeps constantly stuffed with herbs and spices in the beak. Unfortunately like all his other attempts, this to failed.

| BIOGRAPHY |

The pharmaceuticals department is a strange place, filled with aspiring scientists and insane dreamers, working side by side. This odd combination works fairly well, except for the unfortunate times when the insanity outweighs the genius. Of course, no one expected Leroy to be on the insane side of the spectrum. He was born to 2 of the smartest chemists in the Department, and from his early years he aspired to outdo them both. Throughout his schooling he earned top marks, even going as far as to earn the highest honor a child can receive, the gift of his very own "Li'l Tykes Chemistry Kit!".

Leroy was quickly identified as a genius, and was able to skip the later years of his schooling and rent a private laboratory to continue his work in peace. He majored in weaponized chemistry, and most of his time was spent concocting new types of bombs and poisons for the defense of his home. Things were looking bright for Leroy, until the voice.

Leroy isn't sure of exactly when the voice started talking to him, nor is he sure when the nightmares started appearing in the day as well as the night. He dreamt of a glorious potion, pure gold and shining in his hands. He drank the potion and was filled with a power unmatched by anything he had ever felt before. He would be a king, may a god. The voice told him all of this, showed him his destiny. It didn't trouble Leroy when the voice started talking to him in the daytime, and neither did it trouble him that he had forgotten to eat for the past 2 days. All that mattered was the potion, and he spent days locked in his laboratory trying to perfect the first part. Finally just the right amount of chemicals were used and with a blinding flash a green liquid slowly filled the bottle. He thought the voice would leave him alone, the visions would fade, he could go back to living a normal life. That night was when he finally broke. The voice taunted him all night, dredging up the worst memories from the worst parts of his life. By the end of the night, he was convinced. His only salvation was to create the potion.

Leroy brought no food or water with him, instead choosing to stuff his backpack with every chemical and medicine he could find. In the dark of night he fled out of a service hatch in the infirmary, bringing with him only his bag of chemicals, trusty hunting knife and fragmented mind. The next decade of his life was spent scavenging, trading what chemicals and medicine he produce for the necessities to continue his quest. His mental condition only worsened, and without the love of his parents and friends Leroys view of people became increasingly degraded, only seeing them as a means to an end. His potion far from completed, Leroy has decided to become a Bargain Hunter in hopes of finding more ingredients for his potion.