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Angie Winchester
Hit Points (HP): 48
Pleasure to Orgasm (PP): 38
Spirit Energy (EP): 66
Status: Not too shabby.
Hit Points (HP): 48
Pleasure to Orgasm (PP): 38
Spirit Energy (EP): 66
Status: Not too shabby.
Acheron, the demon city of vice. A stolen city, and a place where one could easily find anything one wished to slake their desires - provided, of course, they could afford it. Potent alcohol? Check. Palate-melting food? Check. People who would enact violence on things for your behalf? Check. Obscure trinkets, tomes, materials, knowledge? A little more niche, but check. Ubiquitous, ridiculous sex, with whoever, whatever, however you pleased? Hell, you couldn't turn your head to spit without finding that.
Not everyone that lived in the city did so because of those qualities, however. For one reason or another, the terrible aliens that had invaded the world didn't trouble Acheron - seemingly wary of it's ruler. So, while it was certainly a a seedy place - it was also a safe place. An exceedingly rare quality these days.
Still, not everyone who inhabited the city had come to it because of those qualities. You couldn't choose where in or to who you were born. Angela Winchester, born in this town, when it bore it's old name of Artmirst and was an altogether wholly different place, to the mechanics for an unimportant gang that was long since no more. Her passion - or at least, her skills, it would seem, lay in the disciplines of machinery.
Angie was in her workshop, working on fixing up a rifle - she still wasn't sure how the client managed to remove it from his neck, a portion of it's barrel bent into a circle, apparently by a troll he'd shot with it - when she heard a loud an unusually obnoxious voice from come around the corner. "HOY! FIX-IT LADY, YOU AROUND?"
A demon appeared not too long later, clad in leathers and armor plates, with an axe and a pistol hanging from his belt - skin all red, with huge red horns sprouting from his forehead. She wasn't sure what it was about him... but Angie was getting some bad vibes from him.
"I GOT WORK FER YA, YOU INNERESTED?"
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