Date: Thu, 22 Jan 1998 17:35:52 -0700
To: palladium@dante.neonexus.com
From: CYCLOPS GUY/Joshua-Aaron Haskett <gothixtech@oocities.com>    
Subject: Another NPC for the Posting Challenge. Memnon Sebastian.
    Comments please.

--==Just a little warning concerning this NPC==--
This NPC contains graphic voilence and language. If this is the sort of stuff you don't wanna see, then stop reading. :) Enjoy, and please, send me comments.

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Memnon Lee Sebastian was born in a small town named Kline's Creek (pop. 200) located about 100 miles south west of Chi-Town. His father was an unemployed drunk, and his mother died giving birth to him. Growing up for Memnon was harsh. His father beat him, the other kids in town teased him and picked on him, and all the girls thought he was ghastly.
The only friend he had was his uncle Damon, who used to work for the CS Military. Damon taught him how to read, write, and even speak other languages. Damon continued schooling Memnon until Memnon was the age of 17, and for this Memnon was greatful.
One day, a few years later. Damon was over at Memnon and his father's house visiting, and the two brothers got into an arguement regarding Memnon's schooling. Memnon's father, Christopher, didn't like the idea of his son being smarter than him. Damon argued that it was important for a child in this day and age to have intelligence. This made Christopher angry and the two resorted to fist fighting.
The two went out side and began boxing it out. They were fighting while Memnon was watching in horror. Then all of a sudden, Christopher took a cheap shot at Damon and while Damon was trying to stand up again, Christopher pulled out a knife and stabbed his brother. Memnon, now horror stricken, ran into the house and got his father's gun. He ran outside and his father stopped stabbing his now dead brother.
In a calm voice, Christopher told his son to drop the gun, but Memnon couldn't hear him. All Memnon could hear was his heart beating and his tears falling from his cheek. Something in Memnon snapped, and he fired at his father. The shot was aimed true, and it blew his father's head clean off. Memnon watched as his father's cranium shattered in all directions, splattering blood and brain matter all of the place, and he watched the lifeless body crumble to the ground.
Memnon, now fearing that he would be arrested for his fiendish deed, ran back into his house and threw some things into his backpack. As he ran out toward the road, he stopped by his father's headless corpse and stole his wallet. He then headed toward the road out of town.
He ran for about 5 miles before collapsing. As he lay there gasping for breath, he pondered over what had just occurred. He realized he felt no remorse what so ever, and he rather enjoyed taking a life. After catching his breath, he got up again and began heading west, hoping that maybe he could find a better life and maybe forget what had just occurred.
About 5 more miles down the road, he saw a truck heading toward him from behind. he stopped and held out his thumb, in hopes of catching a ride. As the truck grew closer, he noticed it looked slightly familiar. Then it came to him, this truck belonged to the local sheriff. Terror stricken, he ran off the road and behind some bushes, where he pulled out his deceased father's gun.
The truck came to a halt near where Memnon was on the road. The sheriff, an overweight short man with no hair, came out and turned on his flashlight and aimed it towards the bushes where Memnon was hiding.
"Memnon Sebastian, izzat you in there?" The sheriff asked.
Memnon didn't say a word, in hopes that if he was quiet, the fatass sheriff would give up and go away.
"Memnon son, I'm not here to hurt ya. I'm here to help young man."
"Liar." Memnon whispered from the bushes. "You're here to kill me you fatass piece of shit."
"Watch yer tongue young man, I'm not gonna hurt ya. Everything is gonna be alright. Just come out from them there bushes and let me get these cuffs on ya." The sherrif said calmly.
Then Memnon hopped up very quickly and the sherrif drew his gun. With his other hand, the sherrif reached out as if trying to tell Memnon he was here to help. Memnon sighed and the drew his own gun very fast and shot the sherrif in his stomach. He watched as the sherrif fell to his knees, trying to hold his own guts from falling out. Memnon walked up to him and kicked him down. "Thanks for the ride shithead." He said.
Memnon got into the truck and fired it up. He then headest west again. About a half an hour later, he reached a town called Ridgeway. It was the middle of the night as he was driving into town, and shortly after arriving, he saw some punks in an alley beating up a young woman.
He pulled over and got out of the truck. He began walking towards the ruffians and drew out his gun. He fired a warning shot into the air. "What do you punks think you're doing to this young lady?" He asked sternly.
"What does it matter to you auslander, it ain't none of yer business." One of the punks, a tall boy with a shaved head, said in a german sounding voice. "Hows about ya get out of here before you get the same, girly boy."
Memnon continued walking closer, and said "Do you like blood?"
This stopped the punks in their tracks and they all turned around, looking at Memnon confusedly.
"What the hell kinda question izzat?" One of the boys retorted.
"Would you like to see some blood, you punks? I'm sure I could show you plenty." Memnon said, then he lifted his gun and shot the shaved boy in the leg.
"AHHHHHH FUCK! GET HIM!" He boy cried as he clutched his now shattered knee cap.
The boys moved slowly, attempting to circle Memnon. He laughed and began firing. He took the boys out in a few quick shots, and the shaved one began crying. "Please don't hurt me sir, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." He cried.
Memnon put his gun up to the whining boy's head. "Liar." he whispered and then fired.
The woman, bruised and broken, was as happy as could be. She ran up to Memnon and put her arms around him. "Thank you so much, how could I ever repay you kind sir?" She asked.
Still staring at the body of the crippled punk, he didn't say anything.
"Oh, a shy one are you?"
Memnon sighed. "Shut up." He said calmly before putting the gun to her head.
The girl began to shake violently and asked "W-w-what would you want to shoot me for?"
Memnon smiled. "Because I like blood."
Thus, a serial killer was born.
Memnon Lee Sabastian in an intelligent young man who has no regard for human life, or any kind of life for that matter. He roams around mid western America for no reason, killing all those he comes in contact with. He has been known to occasionally "befriend" women, especially older ones, convince them to sleep with him, and during the whole act, he'll kill them. He's wanted in several cities, in several countries. He won't be taken alive, and he won't hesitate before killing anyone.

Name: Memnon Sebastian
Aliases: DethWysh
Alignment: Miscreant
Race: Human
Age: 24 Sex: Male Height: 6'1 Weight: 180 lbs.
Hair: Long, Back, often pulled back into a pony tail
Eyes: Large and Green
Disposition: Quiet, Culculative, Easily Angered, Vengeful
Hostilities: Hates Children
Insanities: Necrophilia, Pedophilia, Arachniphobia
Level of experience: 10th level Master Assassin
Hit Points:
S.D.C.: 91
I.Q.: 14
M.E.: 14 +2 save vs psionic attack
M.A.: 21 65% trust/intimidate
P.S.: 20 See hand to hand combat
P.P.: 22 See hand to hand combat
P.E.: 23 +16% save vs coma/death, +4 save vs poison & magic
P.B.: 21 55% charm/impress
Spd: 27

O.C.C. Skills bonus percentage
Language: English --- 98%
Literacy: English --- 98%
Literacy: Euro +10 90%
Language: Euro --- 98%
Language: Spanish --- 98%
Detect Ambush +10 90%
Intelligence +10 82%
Demolitions --- 98%
Demolitions Disposal --- 98%
Tracking +15 90%
Sniper --- ---
Prowl +20 95%
Concealment +12 72%
Computer Operation --- 98%
W.P. Energy Pistol --- ---
W.P. Energy Rifle --- ---
W.P. Knife --- ---
W.P. Bolt Action Rifle --- ---
W.P. Heavy --- ---
Hand to Hand: Assassin

O.C.C. Related Skills bonus percentage
Detect Concealment +10 85%
Disguise +10 85%
Pick Locks +10 90%
Wilderness Survival +10 90%
Streetwise +10 70%
Skin and Prepare Animal Hides +10 90%
Track Animals +10 80%
Pilot Automobile +10 86%
Pilot Jet Packs +10 84%
Lore - Demons and Monsters +5 55%
Lore - Faerie +5 55%
Weapons Systems +5 55%

Secondary Skills percentage
Athletics --- ---
Body Building --- ---
Boxing --- ---
Running --- ---
Wrestling --- ---
W.P. Blunt --- ---

Hand to Hand: Assassin
# of Attacks: 8
Damage: +11
Strike: +6
Parry: +10
Dodge: +10
Pull/Roll: +6
Special Attacks: Entangle, Knock Out/Stun on an unmodified roll of 17-20, Kick attack does 1d6 damage, Critial Strike on an unmodified roll of 19 and 20, Pin/Incapacitate on a roll of 18, 19, or 20, Crush/Squeeze does 1d4 damage per sqeeze attack.

Other Bonuses: +2 on an aimed shot (with a sniper or sniper-type rifle).

Equipment: Black Jump Suit, Military Fatigues, Camouflage Clothing, Dress Clothing, Gas Mask, Nightvision Goggles, Robot Medical kit & IRMSS, backpack, canteen, mirror, 3 packs of cigarettes, lighter

Pre-Rifts Artifacts include: A pair of size 11 Altama Combat Boots, a straight razor, a current collection of 15 zippos

Armor: Heavy Dead Boy Armor. M.D.C.: 80

Weapons Include: 3 Knives (1d4 S.D.), JA-9 Juicer Assassin Variable Laser Rifle, NG-P7 Northern Gun Particle Beam Rifle, Wilk's 320 Laser Pistol. 3 e-clips for each.

Cybernetics: Clock Calendar, Gyro-Compass, Thermo-imager Eye (right)

Magic: none

Psionics: none

Current Funds: about 3,500 credits

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There ya go ;P

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