Date: Wed, 21 Jan 1998 04:50:58 -0700
To: palladium@dante.neonexus.com
From: CYCLOPS GUY/Joshua-Aaron Haskett <gothixtech@oocities.com>    
Subject: Re: Posting Challenge!

I've got another NPC for myself. I've put some thought into it this time. Here goes nothing.
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Wandering around the deserts of Arizona, a man known only to others as "Cyclops Man" travels around from town to town, only stopping for sleep and a bite to eat. No one knows why he travels, nor do they muster enough courage to ask him.
Nobody knows where he comes from. Some say he comes from Chi-Town in the east, due to the war-torn suit of Dead-Boy armor he wears, tattered and used as if he used to be a Coalition soldier. Others speculate he's not even from this Earth, but a wonderer exploring trying to find a new place to call home.
Most people he comes in contact with end up dead, so Cyclops Man doesn't try to make friends. He just wanders and wanders, occasionally doing good deeds for small towns he comes across, like taking care of some monsters, and stopping the occasional highwayman. He takes no liberty in the things he does, nor does he feel remorse. He's a man without a soul it seems, and no one wants to find out if he really does have one.
He's a tall man of about 6 feet and 8 inches, with shoulder length hair black as coal. He is missing his left eye for reasons unknown, and he wears a patch, thus the nickname "Cyclops Man". His remaining eye is a putrid shade of yellow. He has scars from various battles covering his body, along with several tattoos, mostly tribal, and a pierced bottom lip and right eyebrow. The only words anyone have ever heard him say are "Hello", "Goodbye" and "You're Welcome".

Name: Raglan Smith
Nick Names: Cyclops Man, Dark Wanderer
Alignment: Aberrant
Race: 95% human, 5% d-bee (the only proof of the D-Beeness is the yellow eye, besides that, effectively human.)
Age: 27 Sex: Male Height: 6'7 Weight: 215 lbs.
Disposition: Quiet, Culculative, Curious but not Foolhardy, Always willing to help those in need if the price is right. Will never fight unless being provoked or paid.
Hostilities: Hates Children and the Supernatural, can barely tolerate D-Bees.
Level of experience: 8th level Head Hunter (was 2nd level CS Ranger)
Hit Points: 48
S.D.C.: 71
I.Q.: 15
M.E.: 18 +2 save vs psionic attack
M.A.: 21 65% trust/intimidate
P.S.: 22 See hand to hand combat
P.P.: 21 See hand to hand combat
P.E.: 22 +14% save vs coma/death, +4 save vs poison & magic
P.B.: 13
Spd: 31

O.C.C. Skills +% per level percentage
Language: English --- 98%
Literacy: English --- 98%
Radio: Basic --- 98%
Radio: Scrambler +10 95%
Detect Ambush +10 80%
Detect Concealment +15 80%
Tracking +10 75%
Land Navigation +10 68%
Weapons Systems +10 90%
Read Sensory Equipment +10 80%
Pilot Jet Packs +12 86%
Pilot Tanks & APCs +10 88%
Pilot Automobile +5 81%
Pilot Hovercraft +5 95%
Language: Spanish --- 98%
Language: Gobbely --- 98%
Language: Dragonese --- 98%
W.P. Energy Rifle --- ---
W.P. Energy Pistol --- ---
W.P. Sword --- ---
W.P. Knife --- ---
W.P. Heavy Energy Weapons --- ---
Hand to Hand: Assassin --- ---

O.C.C. Related Skills +% per level percentage
Automotive Mechanics +5 70%
Athletics --- ---
Boxing --- ---
Running --- ---
Demolitions +15 93%
Demolitions Disposal +15 93%
TV/Video +5 34%

Secondary Skills percentage
Cook (professional) 85%
Play Harmonica (professional) 85%
Mathematics: Basic 95%
Wilderness Survival 70%

Hand to Hand: Assassin
# of Attacks: 5
Damage: +12
Strike: +2
Parry: +9
Dodge: +9
Pull/Roll: +8

Equipment: War torn CS Dead Boy armor (30 M.D.C. remaining; painted camouflage colors), Back pack, 2 sets of dress clothing, Gas mask, Tinted goggles, Knife (does 1d4 S.D.), IRMSS, sleeping bag, Canteen, and Mirror.

Pre-Rifts Artifacts include: 10,975 Marlboro miles, A video game controller from something called a "Playstation", a January 1997 issue of a pre-rifts magazine called "Playboy" (for those lonely night in the desert; in great condition), and a cassette album entitled "Meat Loaf: Bat out of Hell II, Back into Hell".

Weapons Include: C-14 "Fire Breather" Assauly Laser and Grenade Launcher, C-27 Heavy Plasma Cannon, 5 e-clips for each, 5 grenades (plasma; 5d6 M.D. to a 12 square foot area), and a vibro-sabre.

Cybernetics: Targeting Sight (right eye, obviously), Oxygen Storage Cell, and Toxin Filter.

Bionics: Bionic left arm, with Climb Cord, Carrote Wrist Wire, and Concealed Arm Laser Rod (with 2 e-clips).

Magic: none

Psionics: none

Current Funds: about 2000 credits.

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Please, I'd like honest comments on this. Thank you.

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"Prepare to face the wrath of the one eye!"

Cyclops Guy got one eye in his head, mascara-clotted vision he is fed. Cyclops Guy can't see nothing at all, he's got a pin-prick-spiral hole.
He can't see nothing, nothing at all, he can't see nothing, nothing at all. Cyclops Guy dying in his shell, guilt got him trapped and nailed in well. Cyclops Guy is the eye of the world, but who's reflection is in the retina? He can't see nothing, nothing at all, he can't see nothing, nothing at all. Dialate, dialate.