Full Name |
Depeche Mode |
Race |
Human |
Classes/Levels |
Barbarian 7 Rage chemist 2 |
Gender |
Male |
Size |
m |
Age |
32 |
Special Abilities |
Drugs buff me |
Alignment |
CN |
Deity |
Whatever god I last heard about that is cool |
Location |
The alley out back |
Occupation |
Drug addict |
Strength |
24 |
Dexterity |
14 |
Constitution |
14 |
Intelligence |
14 |
Wisdom |
7 |
Charisma |
7 |
About Depeche Mode
Patches of missing hair from either excessive scratching or Alopecia cover his head. Thick lens magnify his blood shoot eyes to silly proportions on his face. Sweating profusely he is shivering murmming about how cold he is. Covered in filth except strangly his immaculate breastplate bearing the a white robe of Razmir.
Hey, you know we are like on the same team right? We're supposed to cooperate, explore, and report. So you see I have this sick grandmother, and I could use a few gold pieces for her medicine and you know I am good to pay you back. Once we go out and kill those people and loot that stuff I will pay you back. You know cause my niece is very sick and could use the help.