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[color=B22222]♦  [b]Jagred Degray • Ace of Diamonds  • The Fire Eyes[/b] ♦ [/color]

[img] http://i.imgur.com/dYKxrji.png [/img]


[sup][color=FF0E20][b]HP: 10/10[/b][/color] [color=17758D]||[/color] [color=A625E7]SA: 10/10[/color] [color=17758D]||[/color][color=gold] 192 GP [/color][color=17758D]||[/color][color=FF8527] [b]0 / 1000 CP[/b][/color]
* No Condition *[/sup] 
 [h3]Prime District Entrance [color=17758D]||[/color] Contemplating murder[color=17758D]||[/color] Angry, Frustrated [/h3] [/center]
 Fizzy tossed the potion and watched with satisfaction as it smashed against his target. A crowd of brown and grey burst forth from the shattered remains of the bottle, writhing and wriggling in a living grey mass. A couple of centipedes the size of fists dropped to the floor and scuttled this way and that.

 Jagred felt glass broke against his back. He half-turned, anger twisting his words into an incoherent snarl. Then he felt the writhing mass moved on his back, tugging his cloak down. Instinctively, he reached behind him, only to have something scaly and soft latched on to it. Letting out a less than dignified yelp, he hurled the creature away. Somewhere in that direction, he heard someone screamed. However, he couldn’t bring himself to care too much.
 
 Initially, most of his efforts in dislodging the creatures from his back with his backpack prove to be futile, since there were too many of them. Frustrated, he dropped his back pack then undid his cloak in one swift motion. The worn cloak fell to the ground, centipedes escaped from it, much to his surprise and disgust. However, just then, he felt the touch of tiny, pointy feet on his neck, so with no further ado, Jagred proceeded to throw the shirt he was wearing over his head and hurled it to the ground at well. Then he felt something moving against his scalp. Holding back the frustrated howl, his gloved hands reached up and dislodged the bug, only to find several more clinging to his hair and waistband. It took a couple minutes of aimlessly flailing around while half-naked to get rid of all the centipedes. 

 With that done, he slowly turned to the culprit, his eyes narrowing dangerously while he tried to calm his rapid breathing. 
 
 He wanted to see what Fitz had to say for himself.
 
 Meanwhile, Fizzy burst out laughing.

 Jagred gritted his teeth, fury almost palpable in the clench of his hands. But he wouldn’t claim vengeance now, not here, not yet. There would be far better opportunities. 

 “[color=B22222]We… urgh.[/color]”-Jagred reached down to flick a thrashing centipede off his back pack. As far as he concerned, the cloak and shirt had already been too infested with bugs. He would just leave them. - “[color=B22222]We should leave.[/color]”- He said to Alexander, eager to escape the gawking crowd. 
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[color=B22222][b]Equipment & Items:[/b][/color][list]
 [*] Standard Rations (5)
 [*] Waterskin (1)
 [*] Ropes (20 feet)
 [*] Lock picks (20)
 [*] Grappling Hook (1) 
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 Thematic items: Expensive leather gloves, a grudge against top-hat wearing midgets, small back pack.
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 [hider=Current Stats] 
[b]Health:[/b] 10 
[b]Sanity:[/b] 10
[b]Willpower:[/b] 10
[b]Stamina:[/b] 10
[b]Strength:[/b] 12
[b]Dexterity:[/b] 15
[b]Stealth:[/b] 13
[b]Magic:[/b] 10
[b]Vigilance:[/b] 15
[b]Luck:[/b] 0
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