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报告翻译问题
Shoulders (lateral delts) – width, V-taper
Lats – back width, taper
Upper chest – full, balanced chest
🔥 High Visibility
Arms (biceps & triceps) – size in clothes
Abs – lean, athletic look (fat % matters)
🧱 Balance & Structure
Upper back / rear delts – posture, thickness
Quads & glutes – overall proportion
⚠️ Lower Priority (still train)
Forearms, calves, lower back
Rule: Prioritize shoulders, lats, upper chest, arms. Train everything else for balance. 💪
Name: John Human
Race: Human
Class: Fighter
Background: Soldier
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Personality: Extremely normal, painfully average, shockingly forgettable.
Ability Scores
Strength: 12
Dexterity: 10
Constitution: 12
Intelligence: 10
Wisdom: 10
Charisma: 10
Proficiencies
Armor: All armor, shields
Weapons: Simple and martial weapons
Tools: None
Saving Throws: Strength, Constitution
Skills: Athletics, Perception
Equipment
Longsword
Shield
Chain mail
Backpack containing: ration pack, waterskin, bedroll, 10 feet of rope, 1 absolutely normal rock
Features & Traits
Human Traits:
+1 to all ability scores
Fighter Traits:
Second Wind: Once per short rest, regain a small amount of HP. It's fine.
Fighting Style: Defense
Action Surge: Once per short rest, do an extra action
Lay down thy rifle, thy loot, and thy aim.
For the fields are a-calling, the meadows awake,
And Recio’s packed sandwiches, make no mistake!
The gunfire can rest for a day or two more,
While we wander the wilds, not counting our score.
No bullets, no backpacks, no stress of extraction—
Just three weary souls in whimsical action.
The wheels will be turning on roads yet unseen,
Past rivers that sparkle and forests of green.
We’ll chase down the sunrise, the snack-shops, the view—
With laughter, not headshots, our goal to pursue.
So trade in your headset, your tactical fret,
For marshmallows, mischief, and zero regret.
Arena’s still waiting—it’s not going anywhere yet—
But adventures in RV There Yet?—you’ll never forget.