| Starting class: Scientist
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| Level: 42
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| Group: Not Affilliated/Looking
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| Status Active
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| He once ran with a group of mad scientists that called themselves Malpractice. For a time, he protected the City's Emergency Broadcast System along with other members of the group CORAM. Now actively seeking a new group to join.
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| Starting class: Corpse
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| Level: 29
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| Group: Not Affiliated
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| Status Waiting for the next Big Bash
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| An experiment gone wrong. He was a used as a beacon for zombie movement. His human creators simply called him RoB. A mess of wires, antennas and rotten brains. Once he gained memories of his past life, he rejected the cyborg implants in his rotten flesh and found a horde to run raids with.
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| Starting class: Scout
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| Level: 36
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| Group: Not Affilliated
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| Status Active
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| Folks call him Jimmy Slimm, and he's a no-good-good-for-nothing son-of-a-bitch. He took a long nap outside the city zoo and folks thought he was out for the long count. Unfortunately for Malton, Jimmy was seen standing up and entering the zoo one day.
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| Starting class: Fire Fighter
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| Level: 13
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| Group: Annus Horribilis/Desu Noto
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| Status Idle
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| In his quest for forbidden and advanced knowledge of material things, this learned gentleman once summoned Mephistopheles the Devil, who offered to serve him for a period of time, at the cost of his soul. He clutches a note of written names. Bound by forces he does not fully comprehend, he hunts the named persons unrelentingly.
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| Starting class: Fire Fighter
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| Level: 5
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| Group: Not Affiliated
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| Status Active
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| Ms. Pacman if you're nasty!
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