Name: Lemon-Drop
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Race: Human
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Gender: Male
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Height: 6’
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Weight: 215 lbs
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Eyes: Brown
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Hair: White
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Attributes:
Intelligence: 5
Strength: 2
Speed: 2
Durability: 2
Fighting Ability: 4
Special Powers:
Lemon-Drop seems to be immune from cancer and sclerosis of the liver. He also works more efficiently when drunk.
Special Abilities:
Not only is Lemon-Drop extremely intelligent, but he is also a gifted surgeon.
Special Weapons:
Lemon-Drop never leaves the farmhouse without his trusted scalpel or bottle of scotch.
Biography:
Once a very wealthy and highly respected physician, who practiced medicine for close to thirty years, Lemon-Drop now passes the time working for Kismet. Since the Heathens are always in some sort of firefight, his skills as a trained medical professional are in high demand.
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While most of the time Lemon-Drop may appear drunk or lazy, in the middle of a warzone, or during hostile situations when the lives of the Heathens are on the line, he is all action. Quick thinking, decisive, and an exceptionally fast worker in the heat of combat, he has provided life-saving care to his brethren more times than he can count. Even with his faults, the drunken mess of a man remains forever loyal to Kismet. He would rather die than let the Heathens down.
If he were not a heavy drinker before his induction into the Heathens, a special mission to the town of Dulce, New Mexico, and an encounter with the horrific hybrid creatures roaming the land would have surely driven him to the bottom of a bottle. While he is not the type of individual to get flustered, the images of that day still haunt his every thought.
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On most days of the week and especially when the Heathens do not have an urgent mission to complete, Lemon-Drop can be found at the Rotten Apple. Although he may never admit it because he has to be up at the crack of dawn, he has a jolly good time working with Sugar-Plum in the back room. While she happily bakes all the pastries they will serve on that day, he is busy chopping up Kismet's prisoners once the required information that was sought has been extracted from them. To make good use of their corpses, he grounds up these unlucky individuals and places them in a huge bowl already containing a mixture of beef, pork, and veal. After some roasted garlic, breadcrumbs, and parsley is added and evenly integrated with the meat, Lemon-Drop flattens a heaping portion on a dirty counter. As a final touch, he drops a heaping slab of whole milk ricotta cheese in the center before he rolls the meat into an enormously large sphere that is approximately the size of a softball. Each carefully crafted portion is weighed on a scale to make sure each serving size is at one pound and then cooked in his homemade Sunday sauce for several hours.
In an attempt to be an upstanding pillar of the community, and as a thank you for keeping the peace during the violent riots that sometimes occur in front of the Rotten Apple due to excessively long lines, Lemon-Drop will on occasion, send over a free pot of his freshly cooked meatballs to the hardworking sheriff and the deputies of the Gravesend Police Department.