Cannibal

Inspired

Str 4 Dex 4 Con 4

Int 2 Per 3 Wil 3
LPs 42
EPs 38
Spd 16
Essence 20

Qualities/Drawbacks
Gift (5)
Hard to Kill 2 (2)
Inspiration (5)
Obsession (-2)
Nerves of Steel (3)
Resistance (Poison) 3 (3)
Secret (-3)
Situational Awareness (2)
Zealot (-3)

Skills
Brawling 2
Hand Weapon (Knife) 4
Medicine (Surgery) 4
Myth and Legend 4
Rituals 5
Science (Anatomy) 4
Stealth 3
Swimming 2
Trance 2

Metaphysics
Strength of Ten

Gear
Knife, Condiments

Personality
I used to think I was the only one. I'd heard of tribes in Africa and people on Pacific islands, but over here, in the
*normal* world, no one shares my secret. I've lived utterly alone for years, practicing my ways in secret, always
afraid that someone might find out, that I might get caught. But then they came, and I realized that I wasn't alone.
Human flesh is truly the finest delicacy upon this earth. If I had my way, then I would eat nothing else. The Lord
made this world into the perfect paradise, and then he cast us of the sweetest fruit. But then everyone got scared.
They ate animals and vegetables and berries instead, all the while ignoring that which lay before them. Their laws
and religions couldn't stop me. I wasn't afraid. I'd eat every last person on this earth if I could.
And then the zombies . . . oh, how I envied them at first. Taking what they hungered for without fear. But then I
realized something, I learned from their example. Why not just reach out and take it myself? The world is going to
hell in a hand basket anyway. Why not ride the wave of its destruction, and fill my belly along the way.
So now I walk the streets with my knife . . . ready to destroy . . . ready to eat!

Quote
"People . . . It's what's for dinner."