Lobo
F) Am50
A) Rm30
S) Mn75
E) Un100
R) Pr4
I) Ty6
P) Ty6
Health: 255 Karma: 16
Resources: Rm Pop: -15
Known Powers:
Regeneration: Un
Self-Sustance: Doesn't need to eat, sleep or breathe, Can survive in Space
Immortal: Cannot be killed
Equipment:
Hook and Chain: Un material, Am Blunt or Edge
-Entagglement: Mn
Big Fraggin' Guns: Am Shooting, 10 areas
Vehicle:
Interstellar Hog:
Control: Un Speed: Sh-Z Body: Un Protection: Am
-Ram: Un Edge
-Guns: Am Shooting
Talents: Marksmanship, All Combat Skills, Business/Finance, Streetwise, Guns
Contacts: Anyone who would hire him
Lobo is a force to be reckoned with throught the cosmos. He has been killed a number of times, but neither Heaven nor Hell really wants to keep him. He does have a strange sense of honor, though, and loves his space dolphins to death.
Lobo lives to fight, drink, chase women, and fight. Oh, and he likes to gamble, too. He is recognized and feared throughout the galaxy as a master bounty hunter and a person you don't dare cross. When Lobo's on the job, he doesn't let anything get in his way: not animals, not old folks, not children, nothing. And he's a persistent bugger, too. He considers his word sacred.
