| Role: |
Amnesiac
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| Age: |
Late twenties, early thirties
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| EXP: |
1
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| Sanity: |
Typically available
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| You still don't have a clue who you are or what you're supposed to be doing. In some ways the voice in your head gives you a distinct advantage over the others; but whether you have control over yourself is still a question.
You feel included in the "Caiger Mall survivors" group, even though you survived there only a portion of the time as they did and your role barely has a proper adjective (just the amnesiac). A proper group name is in order, you believe, and a better identity.
Wearing: a tactical vest, blue jeans, a white T-shirt and a pair of shoes, all in non-diminishable condition
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| Group: |
Caiger Mall survivors
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| Rationality: |
You're not unreasonable, but irrationality directs as much as truth does. It is to dilute the distinction between truth and emotion.
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| Morals: |
You haven't thought much about what the right thing to do is, which makes your morals not your own. You suspect your morality will be shaped as others impress theirs onto you, and the rest will be made up by impulses and evaluations of the impulses.
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| Nerves: |
You're not brave but not a coward. Running from danger seems just as good of an idea as running toward it.
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| Empathy: |
You have yet to empathize. The emotions of others you would reciprocate in turn aren't understood; the experience to explain the emotions to be shared aren't there.
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| Motivator: |
Survival, and figuring out what's going on.
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| Profiles pigeonhole characters. Everything here is your opinion of the character.
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