Max Winters
Max Winters (a.k.a. Slam)
Max was deployed with his squad to rescue hostages. Upon rescuing them, his XO executed them. Max pointed his shotgun at them, demanding an explanation. They did not provide one. Neither side backed down and the XO was killed. Soon after, Max was discharged from military service but was soon contracted to work as a mercenary.
To date, he takes pride in his craft of infiltration and demolition. With greater preference for the latter.
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
Max is thin for someone with a military background. He keeps a solid posture wherever he goes and seems constantly taut.
Body Features
Several scars cover Max from his exploits since joining a mercenary outfit. Usually brought about by his own actions, he nontheless wears them with pride. His right leg is armoured and synthetic and his left arm is of a similar construction.
Facial Features
Max has a distracted look about him. But on deployment, he focuses intently, examining every detail available to him. A long scar rakes down his left cheek, a souvenier of an encounter with a young dragon. His eyes whilst cold blue, are alert at all times.
Identifying Characteristics
The exposed skin on his left arm contrasts with the rest of his body as it is synthetic. The long scar on his left cheek draws stares every so often.
Physical quirks
Max tends to bounce on his feet if excited and speaks quickly.
Special abilities
His quick reflexes and years of combat experience allow for him to duck out of the way of fire that would kill most normal combatants. To this day, Max seems to have extraordinary luck when it comes to survival.
Apparel & Accessories
When not in full combat armour, Max likes dress in a simple pair of jeans and a navy blue t-shirt. He swears by the durability of either his favourite combat boots or the nearest civilian equivalent and is rarely seen in simpler footwear. Though thin, Max prefers slightly baggier clothes for comfort.
Specialized Equipment
He has professional expertise with most modern firearms as well as detailed knowledge of demolitions. Since entering mercenary service, he has acquired a pilots license and eagerly awaits the day he can fly alone or with a co-pilot on bombing sorties.
Mental characteristics
Personal history
Born to a poor family in one of Manchesters oldest council estates, Max spent most of his time with his friends rather than in school.
He was always climbing over walls or up trees as a child and to this day, still feels a rush of adrenaline from reaching the hard to reach places.
After school, he worked several menial jobs with no particular direction. He just wanted to enjoy simple pleasures.
As he grew older, he noticed his friends moving on to bigger projects and improving their own situations. Max, feeling frustrated at his lot in life resolved to join the armed forces.
After basic training, he was forwarded into a shock trooper program where his natural love of exploring and climbing helped him in the specialised courses.
After completing training, he enjoyed a career where he could outmanuever his enemies and sabotage them from behind their own lines.
After his XO was killed, he was dishonourably discharged. Finding he had developed a taste for the line of work, he quickly started work as a mercenary and still works in the same capacity today.
Education
Max barely passed secondary school and learned technical skills during his time as a Shock Trooper.
Middle aged, wiry body and often looks distracted. A former E.R.F Shock Trooper who was discharged after his XO was kas killed on a rescue mission. He works as a mercenary, putting his skills with infiltration, demolitions and firearms to their full use.
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Age
34
Children
Gender
Male
Eyes
Blue
Hair
Brown
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Slightly tanned
Height
6ft
Weight
180lbs
Finding trouble
11-Sep-2377
We got an OP from the boards. Several low grade employees have been abducted from some corp and we need to go get them back. Perfect.
I'm going to take an unhealthy amount of explosives. Helps clear the mind I find.
We're going to drop in a desert canyon and try to find the poor bastards. Not sure what to expect but if they're nestled in a pre-war structutre, then we need to be careful. No idea what kind of old tech can be turned on us.
Gonna take Bob out with us for this one, would love to see what he's capable of.
Raylan's Dead
10-Sep-2377
We got back from capturing a wanted criminal who was a pro at sanguamancy. We succeeded. After decompressing at base, Scarlett came in looking worried. It doesn't suit her. We followed her to a room in the base, just underground where we found Raylan splayed on the wall, pierced with rebar in some sort of ritual fashion.
I've seen gore, blood and bone before. It's harder to see it when it's someone you like. I should be used to it at this point, but no. I'm probably going to have trouble sleeping for a while.
Raylan, you were a wonder to have around. Rest easy, your killer will be sent to you for your entertainment.
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We found Raylan was a plant for the CNG. Apparently he was reporting to them on us and if we posed a threat to them. They know I want to spearhead an operation to free slaves.
Part of me is pleased that we know. The other part is pretty pissed. I want to go blow something up. Helps me think. Going to look on the OPs boards and see if we can find someone who needs converting to vapour.
