>>5860700>Deploy Squad 1>Barricade x4 (4 favor)>Sandbags x4 (4 favor)>Spike Strip x1 (2 favor)>Rooftop Spotter (1 Favor)>Barbed Wire x2 (Bar+Gym)Name: Rico Torres
Type: Thug
HP 12/12
Edge 8/8
Move 5
Defense 10
Cool: 5 {Permanent}
Sharp: 1 {Permanent}
Hard: 5 {Permanent}
Weird: 0
-Skills
{Die Hard}: First time you would die on a mission, survive and convert all remaining edge to HP
{Top 10}: 1/chapter, name and describe one of your character's favourite movies to reroll any die.
{Furious Focus}: At start of Turn, If at 0 Edge gain 1 Edge
Weapons & Gear:
Dragon Slayer- DMG 5, Slow
Pistol- Range 10, DMG 2, 4/12 Ammo
Fists- DMG 2, Crit+1
First Aid Kit [Quick Heal] (1 AP, 4/4 uses): Heal yourself or a friendly next to you for 3 HP, and remove 1 debuff.
Bulletproof Suit: +1 Defense, +1 Edge
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His feelings were heavy today. Nothing better then to grab a drink to lighten the load right? And yet the sidelined officer of the law turned racer and outlaw had feelings that were weighting him down. That's why he was here in the bar. He knew it was coming today but he wanted to hear it from the pager. That it would get called off maybe. Heavy emotions almost as heavy as this lump of iron masquerading as a sword. His friends tried to reassure him before: "At least it's the worst of the worst that are coming." "The most corrupt and the most unlikely to change." "Think of it as like a clean up?" But it did little to lighten the load. Some may have been people he trained with or trained himself. He would hold back best he could after all, even if this was just a block of iron on an handle the raw amount of power he'd exercise could split several man. So he tried to make peace with that... He couldn't. A career ending injury was what he'd try to infringe but not fatal. No more, no less. Finally, the bell and sirens rang. Not one to start a race but to start what would be a bloodbath for most. He'd seen what the people here were capable of. He'd seen the other side and how reckless they got with the 'Special Weapons and Tactics' if you could call it that anymore. If things were to change now... he'll have to start today. He pulled down his skull ski mask from the heist on his face after taking one final gulp of the whisky. This wasn't the heavy sword of the law today but maybe it could be the one of justice and change eventually... "For once, I'm not swinging my usual sword."
