theBSDude

Meet Burgundy "Bunny" Elm Snapshot: Audiophile, very relaxed, aspiring cardiovascular surgeon, med-school graduate, dirty mouth, enjoys conversation, discarded maintenance robot Height: about average ~180cm (~5'10) Weight: very light, above average for Moscow Alignment: Lawful Neutral Combat Style: Neutrality, threats Weapons: Words, other people Armor: Cross-n-Crescent Jacket, knee-pads, C-n-C construction helmet, outdoor work gloves, sneakers Baggage: messenger bag carrying med supplies, gym bag carrying other eqipment Inventory: Medical: Surgical tools (folded carbon-steel scalpels, steel forceps, tweezers, scissors, etc), banda

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