Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26446054-20160824101510/@comment-3293219-20160824161139

Name: Lily Mehta

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Appearance:















Strength: 3

Perception: 6

Endurance: 4

Charisma: 9

<p style="font-weight:normal;font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Intelligence: 7

<p style="font-weight:normal;font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Agility: 6

<p style="font-weight:normal;font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Luck: 5

<p style="font-weight:normal;font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Skills: Speech, unarmed and Barter

<p style="font-weight:normal;font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Traits (Choose up to two, no Wild Wasteland) : Small Frame, loose cannon

<p style="font-weight:normal;font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">Background: A native of Winnipeg canada, Lily can trace her ancestry back to before the war, where one of her family members was a famous-ish musician. Learning this, she took up the guitar herself and has travelled across the country to share her and her ancestor's music with the world.

<p style="font-weight:normal;font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">She is quite fast on her feet and quick with her tongue but isn't the world's greatest fighter. She likes to fight with her fists, if she can, since that's how so fought most of her battles, whilst singing in bars and taverns.

<p style="font-weight:normal;font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">She has arrived in Toronto some time ago, though her music is somewhat appreciated, she isn't receiving much by way of tips. Fearing the worst, she might just have to look for a different line of work...

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<p style="font-weight:normal;font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">After a killer guitar solo Lily ended her third song and ended the night with a crowd pleasing tune. The entire crowd errupted into aplause, though it wasn't very loud as there were only a few reputable customers.

<p style="font-weight:normal;font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">"Thank you, thank you!" She yelled, giving them a bow.

<p style="font-weight:normal;font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">"You're..." She paused and sighed, realising that everyone in the room had got up and walked out on her, without offering anything by way of a tip.

<p style="font-weight:normal;font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">"Too kind..." She sighed.