Trailer Trash TrampPrimitive Screwhead
Life Points: 39
Drama Points: 20
Attributes:
Str: 2
Dex: 3
Con: 3
Int: 2
Per: 3
Wil: 2
Qualities:
Attractiveness +3 (3)
Acute Vision (2)
Good Luck 3 (3)
Hard to Kill 3 (3)
Drawbacks:
Covetous: Mild Conspicuousness (-1)
Covetous: Mild Greed (-1)
Covetous: Mild Lechery (-1)
Emotional Problems: Fear of Rejection (-1)
Resources (-2)
Skills:
Acrobatics 3
Crime 2
Driving 3
Gun Fu 3
Influence 3
Kung Fu 2
Mr. Fix-It 2
Notice 2
Maneuvers: Bonus Damage
Dodge 6 -
Hunting Rifle 6 20
Kick 4 6
Punch 5 4
Pistol 6 12
Background on the Trailer Trash Tramp:
I always dreamed of getting out of this town but it didn’t happen, now thanks to these deadite things it looks like I’m never gonna get out of here. The whole world seems against me leavin’ this damn town.
See after high school I got stuck in a dead-end job tending bar at the local Honky Tonk, and a dumb dead-end boyfriend. Course he was good lookin’. I wasn’t about to put out for a slob, but he’s happy with his lot and I weren’t, plus he had a heap for a car.
This town was always a dump filled with nothin’ but dumb peckerheads and now it’s filled with these walking deadites. They’re tearing through town on some sort of rampage looking for a book. That was the first clue that something wasn’t right with these possessed folk. Who reads books in this town, anyway?
I’s just looking for something better to come along, just bidding my time. Maybe I’d have hooked up with one of those college boys that come down to the cabins. They usually had girl friends with them, but that’s never stopped me before. Looks like that’s not a possibility now either, because of all the deadites. But if we can find a fast enough car we can be gone long before those dead guys get here.
They’re pretty tough, I thought you were just supposed to shoot ‘em in the head, turns out you got to cut them up into pieces, and that’s just a little too much like real work. Hey you look like a big, strong, good lookin’ fella you wouldn’t mind choppin’ up some of those deadite fellas for me would you.
Quote: “Wow, you got a Hemi! What’d you say you and me blow this town?”
Roleplaying the Trailer Trash Tramp:
You’re a tomboy at heart, who grew up to be a smokin’ hotty. You know it to, and you use it to your advantage. Unfortunately all the smart, ambitious folk have already left town. After high school you got stuck in a dead-end job tending bar at a local Honky Tonk, and a dumb, dead-end boyfriend. You dream about getting out to the big city, any big city. But at the same time you’re afraid of failing so you’re looking for someone with enough ambition to help you get out of town.
In your tomboy phase you learned all about shootin’ and cars, but you never learned a talent to go along with you looks to allow you to make it big, but you could probably make it as a model or actress on just your looks. If only you could find someone to get you out of this damned town.