"Right, quit your moaning and tell me what your problem is. Your stomach, eh? Anything in particular that you've consumed recently? Ha, thought so. Well you can sit there and suffer for a bit while I look for something to treat your stomach lining. Anyone dumb enough to chug one of those quantium-laced alchemist cocktails deserves the pain they get. If it were up to me, all those quacks who call themselves magicians would get spaced. Unfortunately too many folks have fallen for their scam for that to happen."
Traits: Agility d6, Smarts d8, Spirit d6, Strength d6, Vigor d6
Skills: Guts d8, Healing d8, Knowledge (Medicine) d8, Notice d8, Shooting d4, Survival d8
Pace: 6
Parry: 2
Toughness: 4
Charisma: -2
Cyberload: -
Taint: 0
Hindrances: Doubting Thomas, Mean (bad bedside manner), Small
Edges: None