Pax, William H. AKA "Hud" (He/Him)Marine Lance Corporal (Comms Specialist)
34 Years Old
His Story:
William Hudson Pax, known to those around him as "Hud," was born to kill but trained to love. At least, that's what he would tell you after a round of drinks. In reality, he was born a farmer's son in the inner systems and barely graduated mandatory schooling. With very little prospects at home, he joined the fleet as a Jarhead. He sure as shit wasn't going to make it as an officer, so he settled for a standard enlistment of 8 years. It came and went with relatively little excitement; he saw a fair share of scuffles and participated in a dozens of combat drops, but most of it was spent learning.
He quickly learned that he was a jack-of-all trades and master of none. But as a Jarhead in a hot LZ, that was a boon. He'd seen his fair share of privileged snot-nosed, fresh-out-of-the-academy, dickless officers freeze up when things didn't go "by the book" - which they rarely did. Improvising, adapting, and overcoming was something that came naturally to Hud. When his first enlistment was up, it was a no-brainer to sign up for a second. The pay was fine, the chow was shit, but he got to travel and see things his family could have never imagined. He got to excel at his mastery-of-none. Now, with his second enlistment close to its end, he has a lot of decisions to make.
Luckily, there was one last assignment that would allow him to think on it...
Vitals• Health 21/21
• Wounds 0/3
• Stress 4/2 (Max is 20)
• Trauma Response - Every time you
Panic, every close friendly player must make a fear save.
• High Score: 0
Stats• Strength 34 (Advantage to checks via armor)
• Speed 37 (Disadvantage to checks via armor)
• Intelligence 38
• Combat 50*
Saves• Sanity 23
• Fear 36*
• Body 31*
*Class BonusSkills (+2 trained at PC creation)
Trained (+10)
- Athletics
- Jury Rigging
- Military Training
- Zoology
Loadout• Advanced Battle Dress (AP 10, DR 3; 1 hrs. O2; decompression 1d5 rounds if penetrated)
- Short-range comms, headlamp & radiation shieling.
- HUD (see through other members' body cams & smart-link weapon connection)
- Flashlight (shoulder mounted, 10m illumination; 30 cr)
•
Reba General Purpose Machine Gun [Long Range; Dmg 4d10; Shots: 5; Wounds: Gunshot (+); 2 Handed, Heavy, Barrel can be maneuvered to fire around corners]
- 1 can of ammo
Mission Specific Gear:
Hazard Suit (AP 5, 1 hrs. O2; air filter, extreme weather protection, hydration reclamation (1 L of water), short-range comms, headlamp, rad shielding)
SMG [Long Range; Dmg 2d10, Shots: 5; Wound: Gunshot; 1 handed OK)
- w/3 Magazines
First Aid Kit
Stimpak (cures cryosickness, reduces stress by 1, restores 1d10 health, grants + on all rolls for 1d10 min; more than 1 in 24 hrs = roll for death save).
Trinket : Pamphlet:
Interpreting Sheep DreamsPatch: "Eat the Rich" sewn into his fatigues (against regs)
Skull and Crossed WrenchesCredits: 50
Monthly Salary: 4,000 cr (+8,000 for Mission 1)
Relationship to other PCs:
Mara:
- Rolls:
