Difference between revisions of "Alice"
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|species=[[Gun Bunny]] | |species=[[Gun Bunny]] | ||
|gender=[[:Category:NPC: Female (MP)|Female]] | |gender=[[:Category:NPC: Female (MP)|Female]] | ||
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==Location== | ==Location== | ||
| − | North of 5th Street 3500, down an alley, and | + | North of 5th Street 3500, down an alley, and in [Alley]: Gun Shop. |
==Appearance== | ==Appearance== | ||
| − | + | Alice seems to show smug defiance to a world gone wild. She's dressed in a snug white tank top and a too-small denim jean jacket, the scuffed material barely fitting over her shoulders. Healthy hips strain the seams of a tattered mini-skirt, and dirty striped stockings hug her muscular legs before they whither to nothing near her large, four-toed feet. Above, overly large aviator goggles are strapped tightly to her forehead, partially obscuring her ears. | |
| − | The ferals endemic to this area seem to avoid her whenever she leaves the shelter, and with good reason | + | The ferals endemic to this area seem to avoid her whenever she leaves the shelter, and with good reason. Displayed prominently on her chest is a pair of criss-crossing bandoleers, replete with enough ammunition to lay waste to a small town. Strapped to her right hip is a compact submachine gun, a magazine prepared and mode set to auto. From where you stand, you also spot the thick wooden stock of a hunting rifle peeking out from behind her shoulder, likely used for stopping power should she cross paths with a larger opponent. |
[[Category:NPC: Female (MP)]] | [[Category:NPC: Female (MP)]] | ||
Latest revision as of 21:03, 12 May 2021
Location
North of 5th Street 3500, down an alley, and in [Alley]: Gun Shop.
Appearance
Alice seems to show smug defiance to a world gone wild. She's dressed in a snug white tank top and a too-small denim jean jacket, the scuffed material barely fitting over her shoulders. Healthy hips strain the seams of a tattered mini-skirt, and dirty striped stockings hug her muscular legs before they whither to nothing near her large, four-toed feet. Above, overly large aviator goggles are strapped tightly to her forehead, partially obscuring her ears.
The ferals endemic to this area seem to avoid her whenever she leaves the shelter, and with good reason. Displayed prominently on her chest is a pair of criss-crossing bandoleers, replete with enough ammunition to lay waste to a small town. Strapped to her right hip is a compact submachine gun, a magazine prepared and mode set to auto. From where you stand, you also spot the thick wooden stock of a hunting rifle peeking out from behind her shoulder, likely used for stopping power should she cross paths with a larger opponent.
