<div class="floatright">(http://www.mf08s.com/m/ent/uploadfile/201103/24/20110324124458763.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Valerie 'Myriad' Dobson (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=119101.msg5198980#msg5198980)<br/>Sex: Female  Age: 24<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Game Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Saves</strong>: Tough: +1, Fort: +4, Ref: +5, Will: +4<br/>Attack Bonus: +4 (Ranged: +4, Melee: +6, Grapple: +7)<br/>Attacks: Unarmed Attack, +6 (DC 16)<br/>Defense: +6  (Flat-footed: +3), Knockback: +0<br/>Initiative: +2<br/>'Cheyenne' (NYC) Health:  Hero Points: 0<br/>'Norma Jeanne' (NYC) (NYC) Health:  Hero Points: 0<br/>'Stella' (NYC) Health:  Hero Points: 0<br/></div></div><br/><strong>@ Inside the complex</strong><br/><br/>Myriad worked quickly, looking for charts or files that would clue her into where the healer was. Odds were the healer was being put to work fixing the problems folks here made, like the gunshot would. Her 'role' was getting harder and harder to keep up, she wanted to just find a trash can and throw up in. All over the countries, forms of her were poring over books, dictionaries, webpages, and calling people with 'research' questions. One of her, the hidden one, was making copious notes on what new 'skills' to get around to learning while another was making a 'bug out bag' list for a variety of locations. If she made things out the week, there were be literally dozens of bags with gear for hiding and doing jobs like this. The time had come to do more than just be a symbol, Myriad was looking at what she could do to be more active.<br/><br/>But for now, she had a healer to find and friends to help out. So the 'doc' continued her rounds, heading back to the security room the others were headed to.