| Full Name |
Why you need to know? You the cops, or sumthin'? |
| Race |
Human |
| Classes/Levels |
Shi-it, I got class. |
| Gender |
Female |
| Size |
You ain't my boyfriend! |
| Age |
I'm legit for that Jager you got. |
| Special Abilities |
I'll park my Eleanor in your @$$ is what! |
| Location |
Who the hell knows where I am now. |
| Languages |
American |
| Occupation |
It's an occupational hazard for me to tell. |
| Strength |
10 |
| Dexterity |
14 |
| Constitution |
14 |
| Intelligence |
10 |
About They call me "Jojo"
NOTE: GURPS system, Zombie Apocalypse-style setting (TL8)
They call me "JoJo".
My story ain't none you haven't heard before. Poor kid, poor neighborhood, gotsta' make ends meet somehow. Turns out, I'm good - I'm REALLY good - with some wheels. Ain't bad either with a jimmy or a knife. Fell in with some people looking to make something of my talent. I can boost, jack, drive, and courier just about whatever you need. I've done plenty of wheelman jobs, too. Can't no one drive like me.
And if I needs to, I can run like hell.
Don't get me wrong, I'm no snitch! Yo' business is yo' business. I get my ends and we straight. I rat, and I don't get my greens. So, we understand each other? Now, give me that shot glass, foo.
