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<blockquote data-quote="Argent Silvermage" data-source="post: 1225268" data-attributes="member: 4322">Anna Spellmann&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 3rd-Level Dedicated Hero&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Medium Human Female Hit Dice:&nbsp; &nbsp; 3D6+6 (19 hp)Initiative:&nbsp; &nbsp; +2Speed:&nbsp; &nbsp; 30 ft. (6 squares)Defense:&nbsp; &nbsp; +4Attack:&nbsp; &nbsp; +4Space/Reach:&nbsp; &nbsp; 5 ft./5 ft.Saves:&nbsp; &nbsp; Fort +4, Ref +3, Will +4Abilities:&nbsp; &nbsp; Str 14, Dex 14, Con 14, Int 14, Wis 14, Cha 14Skills:&nbsp; &nbsp; Treat Injury +11, Search +8, Streetwise +8, Sense Motive +10, Listen: +8, Spot +8, Profession: Fire fighter +8Feats:&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Simple Weapons Proficiency, Medical Expert, Endurance, Attentive. Talents:&nbsp; &nbsp; Healing Knack, Healing Touch 1Wealth:&nbsp; &nbsp; +8Reputation:&nbsp; &nbsp; +1Action Points:&nbsp; &nbsp; 17Starting Occupation:&nbsp; &nbsp; Emergency Services(Add Search, Treat Injury +1)Anna looked in her mirror to check her makeup one last time. She could still see the scar from when she and Rick were caught in the five alarmer over in Harlem a few years back. But no one else would see it. She sat in her Honda wondering why she was here.&nbsp; Sure she needed the work but she was a fireman. That’s all she ever wanted to be. Once she went to the press with what she saw it was all over for her career. Now she sits in her car a 26-year-old has-been who can’t get work anywhere.&nbsp; She pushes her light brown hair from her eyes. She could never have worn bangs like this before; they would have gotten in her face while firefighting. She cleaned off her glasses and made sure all was in place. She winked at herself in the rearview mirror like she always did. Her big brown eyes were her best assets. Anna sighs and finally gets out of the car and walks up to the building. The Hoffmann Institute was a place she had heard of but never looked into. Now it loomed over her like the promise of something new.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Argent Silvermage, post: 1225268, member: 4322"] Anna Spellmann 3rd-Level Dedicated Hero Medium Human Female Hit Dice: 3D6+6 (19 hp) Initiative: +2 Speed: 30 ft. (6 squares) Defense: +4 Attack: +4 Space/Reach: 5 ft./5 ft. Saves: Fort +4, Ref +3, Will +4 Abilities: Str 14, Dex 14, Con 14, Int 14, Wis 14, Cha 14 Skills: Treat Injury +11, Search +8, Streetwise +8, Sense Motive +10, Listen: +8, Spot +8, Profession: Fire fighter +8 Feats: Simple Weapons Proficiency, Medical Expert, Endurance, Attentive. Talents: Healing Knack, Healing Touch 1 Wealth: +8 Reputation: +1 Action Points: 17 Starting Occupation: Emergency Services(Add Search, Treat Injury +1) Anna looked in her mirror to check her makeup one last time. She could still see the scar from when she and Rick were caught in the five alarmer over in Harlem a few years back. But no one else would see it. She sat in her Honda wondering why she was here. Sure she needed the work but she was a fireman. That’s all she ever wanted to be. Once she went to the press with what she saw it was all over for her career. Now she sits in her car a 26-year-old has-been who can’t get work anywhere. She pushes her light brown hair from her eyes. She could never have worn bangs like this before; they would have gotten in her face while firefighting. She cleaned off her glasses and made sure all was in place. She winked at herself in the rearview mirror like she always did. Her big brown eyes were her best assets. Anna sighs and finally gets out of the car and walks up to the building. The Hoffmann Institute was a place she had heard of but never looked into. Now it loomed over her like the promise of something new. [/QUOTE]

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