<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(X) Quickness(X) Firearms(X)<br/><strong>Wounds:</strong>3(3)<strong>Traits:</strong>1.(X) 2.(X) 3.(X)<br/><strong>AP:</strong>8(10)[5]<strong>SP:</strong>0[6]<strong>CP:</strong>1(6)<br/><hr/><br/>"Competition?  From<em>that</em>girl?  Please.  She couldn't seduce her way out of a bar full of drunks."  Fox decided to turn the pheromones on the ice giant.  "Besides, Sweetums," she cooed, trailing a finger down his armor, "there's only enough room for one woman to have her hooks into you...or have you forgotten the things you said to me?"  Fox moved closer, tried to see through his helmet, see his face.