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Simba Leone
« on: November 13, 2017, 10:42:03 PM »

Simba Leone had been born in the Foggy ghetto of the WYR, a mutant like his parents, he had somehow managed to hang onto his life unlike the unfortunate siblings who followed him in the next four years, none of whom lived longer than a year. Even as an infant he was marked by the curse of Strontium 90, both his tiny fists had sported an extra finger and his head was already crowned with a thick mane of black hair. It soon became apparent that he had uncanny vision at night and seemed to be able to sleep at need, always waking refreshed.

As a youth he received a rudimentary education from an elderly and infirm neighbour who gave lessons in reading and writing for donations of food. He was a handsome lad, though after his fatherís death periodic bouts of illness brought on by malnutrition had made his supple frame gaunt and weakened. His reflexes were sharp, and he proved to acrobatic enough to always twist and land on his feet when falling.

Resolved to help his mother, and determined to avoid trouble unlike many of his contemporaries who drifted into the street gangs or the mutant resistance movement, Simba tried to get by within the partite system. A few do-gooders found him wholesome looking enough to allow him to enrol in a government scheme that effected to assist mutants willing to work. There were countless forms and interviews as the young mutant was tasked long hours as an office boy, though little actually materialized in the way of pay.

Following an economy measure, Simba found himself without even this token job and soon found himself drifting into a variety of cash in hand or barter paying work for those mutants who had eked out a niche in the ghetto economy. His uncanny night vision and sharp reflexes found him employed to deliver various consignments using vehicles in after dark runs. Shady dealers soon found that the youth could easily pass as an unmutated individual by wearing gloves and headgear or, by flouting his hair and wearing some facial makeup, he was able to mimic a teenage norm who was into goth fashion. As he continued his drift into criminality he mastered giving out false stories and manipulating documents that didnít bare too close a scrutiny.

By the time he was nearing twenty, Simbaís mother had died, the quack doctor couldnít really confirm what had caused her to waste away so fast, disease, contaminated food stuffs or just loss of will to hang onto a bleak life, any of these were possibilities. The lion haired mutant stayed to arrange and attend her modest funeral in a drizzle cursed plot, but as soon as the last spade full of contaminated earth fell he shook his mane, sending up a halo of droplets as he turned and walked away, ignoring a couple of mutants from the meagre crowd who tried to speak to him.  He kept on till he reached a garage at the end of town that he knew as a front for some smugglers. Grim faced, making no effort to hide his mutations and, for once, standing proud as a mutant whilst looking the norms straight in the eyes; he traded his last remaining credits for a lift to Salisbury, where he intended to register himself as a Strontium Dog, finally leaving behind the poverty and misery of the ghettoes of New Britain for the freedom of the stars.

[At the end of his first four-year term Simbaís Stats are:
Strength 1, Dexterity 9, Endurance 6, Intelligence 5, Education 3, Influence 10, Social Standing 0
Admin 0, Deception 1, Drive (wheeled) 1, Jack of all Trades 1]
Mutation Status: Moderate. Lion-like mane and an extra finger on both hands.
Mutant Traits: Cat Nap, Enhanced Vision (as LI Goggles), Falls on Feet,  Supple.
« Last Edit: November 14, 2017, 06:19:33 PM by 348 »
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