<strong>Name:</strong>Fox's Most Beautiful Daughter<strong>Passion:</strong>Vengeance<br/><strong>Defense:</strong>4(5) +3 vs Frost<strong>Skills:</strong>Brawl( ) Quickness( ) Firearms( )<br/><strong>Wounds:</strong>3(3)<strong>Traits:</strong>1.( ) 2.(X) 3.( )<br/><strong>AP:</strong>10(10)[5]<strong>SP:</strong>0[6]<strong>CP:</strong>0(8)<br/><hr/><br/>Fox had already flipped open the instrument case that...well, technically it was an instrument, but not the type that belonged in there.  She grinned, slinging on the strap of the big firearm that she'd gotten from...shall we say...other sources (after all, learning how to be a Kung Fu master did not provide proper instruction in the construction of projectile weapons).<br/><br/>"Heh.  Bring it on.  A bunch of hounds aren't anything I haven't dealt with before."