Emil nodded in understanding to the woman's words. No matter what she did, it seemed that she could never forget the past...but the fact that she still had her family, her one reason to keep on living, made Emil believe that there was still a chance. A chance that maybe one day she just wakes up in the morning and realizes that she can finally stop. That fact made the young man feel a pang of envy. He didn't have a family to call his own, nobody to go back to. The only thing that drives him to wake up and do what he does, day in day out, is his conditioned need to punish evil; wherever it may be.

The closest thing he had to a family ever since that godforsaken day was Felix, and that wasn't saying much about the man. Distant, cold, and calculating. Those would be the three words to best describe the man. He may have been kind enough to save Emil from death's door and train him everything he knew for absolutely nothing, but it was all a means to an end. Felix knew that he was not a young man anymore and his body was not as strong, agile, and healthy as it used to be. He knew that one day, he would be killed and that would be the end to his personal crusade. Emil was the answer to his predicament, having the potential and will to become someone that can take the mantle, maybe even become greater than he could ever be. 

Emil chose to not have a happy ending to his story, Felix made sure he never will.

[color=orange]"After nearly dying twice in the same day, food and some liquor sounds amazing."[/color] He replied to her and returned her smile with a smile of his own. The smell of the stew and the sight of the amber liquid was enticing enough, but with the announcement that Finn made that he had more whiskey in stock, the whole meal had improved a hundred times over. Emil then does an overly exaggerated bow and places a hand on his chest and uses one to direct Monika to the general area of the table, as if he was an under-dressed and overly armed concierge, and speaks with an awfully executed french accent. [color=orange]"After you, Madame Weiss. The table and your meal awaits this way..."[/color] Emil, unable to keep the ridiculous act any longer, lets out a snort and a short fit of giggles before standing upright again. [color=orange]"Christ above that was silly...none the less, lead the way."[/color]

[hider=Stats]
EMIL

HP: [color=green]Healthy[/color]
AP: [color=green]Full[/color]
Rads: [color=green]None[/color]

Effect/s:

SKILLS:

[hider=Non-Combat]
[list]
[*] [b]Can I Take a Look at That?[/b]
[*] [b]We Could Probably Eat It.[/b]
[*] [b]I Can Make Something From These...[/b]
[*] [b]Jack be Nimble[/b]
[*] [b]Got a Nice Set of Pipes[/b]
[/list]
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[hider=Combat]
[list]
[*] [b]Laser Commando[/b]
[*] [b]Explosives are Fine Too[/b]
[*] [b]That All You Got?[/b]
[*] [b]Packs One HELLUVA Punch[/b]
[*] [b]Reflexes of a Caffeinated Weasel[/b] 
[/list]
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Equipment:
[list]
[*] Laser RCW "Cruel Virtue" [b](Equipped)[/b]
[*] Energy Flintlock "Hope's End"
[*] Survival Knife "The Huntsman"
[*] Bundles of Dynamite x 3
[*] Cloaked Riot Armor [b](Equipped)[/b]
[*] Gas mask
[*] Wooden Desk Box [L]
[*] Radiation Suit 
[*] Geiger Counter 
[*] Electron Charge Pack x 19
[/list]


[hider=Possessions]
[list]
[*] Durable Knapsack
[*] Dried Food and Water
[*] Bottle of Rum
[*] Bundle o' Meds
[*] Tool Roll
[*] Spare Parts (Varied)
[*] Crafting Materials (Varied)
[*] Sleeping Roll
[*] Flint & Steel
[*] Worn Picture
[*] Spare Gas Mask Filters
[*] Hand held lamp/Power-bank (Solar Powered) 
[*] Plain looking Package
[*] Lucky Pendant
[*] Repair Patches x 2
[/list]
[/hider]

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