Name: Max Nappy
Age: 13
Skills/talents: Electronics, computers, knife play, mechanics, using tools powered by sources such as gas or electricity, making smoked drugs
Gender: Male
Biography:
Born and raised in the big city by my father alone, since my mother died when I was a baby. My dad almost died also, but he made a deal. He was to join the gang and fight with them, make drugs, everything a child shouldn't do. The gang raised me like family, tought me how to shoot a gun, the easiest way to reload, and a thing or two about drugs. Eventually, I discovered what drugs were safest to use, what drugs to get the best effect from when needed, and what type of drugs I should use. Turns out they said smoking drugs. I then turned into a drug making machine. I made smoking drugs for pretty much everyone in the gang. You would see them smoking all the time. Heck, I'm the only one who's trusted to make the boss's special pipe! My life was pretty easy, but today, it's about to get a whole lot more interesting...
Location: New Cheyenne, Basement of Smoking Salamanders' base
Status: Making drugs
Inventory: Packet of Nappy (A drug I made myself), Brass Knuckles, Lighter, Gloves Without Knuckles
I was attending to my matters, making boss's pipe. I pulled the packet of Nappy from my pocket and put some inside it. I put some pot on the blowing end and set the pipe in a box. "He loves it this way" I said to myself. I picked up the box and headed up the stairs. After reaching the top floor I opened the door to the boss's office. "I have your pipe ready" I said. "Perfect, let's see it" he said. The room was filled with smoke due to his four body guards, his girlfriend, and himself, were all smoking. I walked up to his desk, set down the box, and left the room. I headed back down the stairs and cleaned up my drug lab.
