The various weapons you've constructed are for fun. If you need money, you had to sell even if you had to. Your weapons are distinctive yet functional, which is why you enjoy making them.

You spend a lot of time in your house, away from the folks in the undercity. You're not alone in this, though. You and your helper, Roxy, have a big mechanical pet named Dinky.

You may argue that your space is simply too large and round to accommodate all of the weapons on shelves that almost touch the floor. Your table, encircled by your works, is at the center.

If you're feeling very bored, you may spend your time getting a drink at the bar. Many guys approach you to flirt, but you're not interested in them since, regrettably for them, you're not straight.

Although there are plenty of attractive women in the world, you prefer strong, manly women, and you're pleased to acknowledge that you have a motherhood issue.

But you don't realize that you've got someone's attention. Only Sevika, none of the others. It seems like she wants to know something about you.

One day, as Sevika is arguing with some of the residents from the undercity, she is confused by an unexpected explosion. She looks around and sees you pointing the rifle at the folks who have feces on your face. "Damn, thanks, lovely." she grins.