Name: Silas Colt
Alias: “Spur”
Look: A scruffy middle-aged man. Ash-blond hair that hasn’t greyed so much as faded. Hazel eyes. Heavy brows. Narrow spectacles. Crooked nose. Stubble. Slight underbite. Wears a lab coat as something of a joke, but cleans it so obsessively the punchline doesn’t land.


Heritage: Wanderer
Background: Military
Vice: Pleasure

Class XP Trigger: You addressed a tough challenge with insight or compassion.

Starting Ability:  
I'm a Doctor, Not a... : You can push yourself to roll your doctor rating while performing a different action. Say which patient, research, or posting taught you this trick.
Special Abilities:
- Patch: You may doctor someone during a job to allow them to ignore the effects of a harm penalty.

Insight [2]
Doctor >>
Hack
Rig
Study >>

Prowess [2]
Helm
Scramble >
Scrap
Skulk >

Resolve [2]
Attune
Command >
Consort
Sway >

Trauma: 0/4

Contacts:
Jackev, a drug dealer [Friend]: happy to sell narcotics legally for once.
Alben, a former patient [Rival]: military buddy Silas ditched along with his post.
Ditha, a family member: older sister, better soldier.
Lynie, a hospital admin: got promoted to ex-coworker and ex-boyfriend.

Bio:
Born to a pair of freelance artists, Silas has always been wanting for money. The Hegemony hasn’t, which is how they can afford such excellent military recruiters. That’s the only way he could afford an education, after all, and a smart young man like he ought to have an education, yes indeed. He bought it. Maybe it wasn’t even a lie; being a field medic taught him plenty, even if the program never did pay for that degree they promised. Years passed in the twin horror-tedium of war. Eventually he had a breakdown and deserted. That rendered him rather unemployable, but the Hek Community Hospital didn’t ‘employ’ so much as they ‘took anyone who could work a scalpel’. Still, he enjoyed his time there. Helping people he wasn’t sending right back into the line of fire felt pretty damn good. Good things don’t last—the hospital got bought out and stopped taking the bulk of the clientele’s insurance. Silas quit. He was still an idealist at the time. Then he found out how much mercenaries pay medics and compromised a little. He’s spent the past five years patching up various ne’er-do-wells and managing the addiction he picked up working at the hospital. He just wants to feel good for once, be happy for once, and happiness is nothing more than goddamn brain chemicals, right, so here’s a shortcut: psychedelics. Maybe he did turn into his parents.

Silas got his share of the Cerberus through an acquaintance of Jackev’s. He’s cautiously optimistic—can’t end up working for a shitty boss if you own part of the business, right?

Stress: 0/9

Harm:

Level 3: 0/1

Level 2: 0/2

Level 1: 0/2

Cred: 0/4
Stash: 0/40
Armor:
- Normal [X]
Load: Normal (0/5)
- Fine Bedside Manner
- Recognizable Medical Garb
- Syringes and Applicators
- Illicit Drugs
- Communicator

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Name: Ijin
Alias: Sniper
Look:
Looks like this.

Heritage: Xeno
Background: Cult
Vice: Faith

Class XP Trigger: Address challenges with force or threats.

Starting Ability: Xeno

Special Abilities:

• Predator - Take +1d to rolls against weakened or vulnerable targets. Whenever you gather information on a weakness or vulnerability, the worst you can get is a 4/5 result.

Insight [1]

Doctor
Hack
Rig
Study > >

Prowess [3]

Helm
Scramble >
Scrap > > >
Skulk >

Resolve [1]

Attune
Command >
Consort
Sway

Trauma: 0/4
- N/A

Contacts:
Finbl - [Friend] - a sniper rifle - and the meaning and purpose of Ijin's life.
Fimurdag (formerly Djzegsdg) - [Rival] - a crooked cop - and a vile heretic. Every breath he takes is an insult to Shogbimbhald and the Gweld he turned his back on.
Miimiin - an assassin - and Ijin's mother.
Ijin - a bounty hunter - and Ijin's father.
Shod - a weapons dealer - Desires the secrets of Gweldite weapon manufacturers.

Bio: Rather than a name, each Gweldite is given a purpose on the day they are born. Each Gweldite - from the highest Cenjav (King) to the lowest Zmgadh (Farmer) - is shaped to serve that purpose and then bound to it for the rest of their lives by the power of their god, Shogbimbhald. It was into this life that Ijin (Sniper) was born. From a young age, he learned all he needed to know to serve his purpose. And when his training was complete, he went out into the galaxy at large to snipe for his people, his faith, the Hegemony, and any other master or mission that called for the services of a sniper. He wasn't picky. Ijin recently arrived in the Procyon sector to aid his people in the hunt for a Gweldite who broke from his purpose to enforce the law in favor of personal gain. To cover more ground, Ijin broke off from the main hunting party and fell in with a group of extraction specialists to make ends meet while searching on his own.

Stress: [---------]
Harm:

Cred: 3/4
Stash: 5/40
Armor:
- Normal [X]
Load: Light (3/3)

• Finbl, a fine sniper rifle (2)
• Fehmojdh, a fine vibro-bayonet (1)
• Fine martial arts style (0)
• Mystic ammunition (0)
• Illicit drugs (0)
• Communicator (0)
• Restraints (0)
• Knockout drugs (0)
• Tiny tracers (0)

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Name: Quintus Rhydderch
Alias: Sweep
Look:
A man with a powerful physique sculpted for combat, with just enough looks to play the low-class charmer when physicality fails, which is rare. He leans over most people with his 6'2 frame, and a single look at the calluses on his knuckles shows just how familiar he is with using his fists to get what he wants. It's clear he keeps himself in shape to stay alive, and to make certain others don't.

Heritage: Spacer
Background: Military
Vice: Gambling

Class XP Trigger: You addressed a tough challenge with force or threats.

Starting Ability: Unstoppable - Engage a small gang on equal footing in close combat.

Special Abilities:

• Predator: Take +1d to rolls against weakened or vulnerable targets. Whenever you gather information on a weakness or vulnerability, the worst you can get is a 4/5 result.

Insight [1]

Doctor
Hack
Rig
Study >

Prowess [3]

Helm
Scramble >
Scrap >>>
Skulk >

Resolve [2]

Attune
Command >
Consort
Sway >

Trauma: 0/4
- N/A

Contacts:
Kieger - a fine blaster pistol - They're always up for more work.
Shod - [Friend] - a weapons dealer - Throws good deals my way, because they know I'm good for it.
Chon-Zek - [Rival] - a bounty hunter - Nothing he won't do to show me up.
Yazshu - a guild merchant - Slippery xenos with an eye for business.
Mavik Keng - gambling den owner - He knows how to hook you up for high-risk, high-reward.
Aelanda - bar dancer - Send her some credits and she'll provide information and more.

Bio:

Quintus was the son of a mid-tier Merchant Guild journeyman, his father a man of lofty ambition but limited skill. His mother left when he was ten, and though she told him she would take him with her, but she evidently lied. He blamed his father, until he was old enough to blame both parents. When he was seventeen, he joined the hegemony military, and when he heard his father died by age twenty three, he tried to take leave for the funeral, but when he arrived, his father left no money for him, and the return trip crashed, causing him to be considered AWOL. He was dishonorably discharged, leaving him broke with no prospects.

He stole his military equipment, and set about as an enforcer to local gangs on a planet called Pallax, getting tossed around as freelance muscle for hire until he killed a small street gang bare handed at once, earning him the nickname StreetSweeper, or 'Sweep.' He soon earned a reputation, and made his way off-planet into merc work, joining a few odd jobs guarding cargo or hitting insurgents for local guilders, signing on with Yazhu, a reptilian xenos who knew him as a boy.

After years of taking risks physically, he lost it big, not on his life, but in a gambling den. To pay it off, he took one job, so insane, that it turning sour was a foregone conclusion. It was assaulting and kidnapping a high profile aristocrat en route on an interplanetary voyage between the second and third planets in the system. He succeeded, but he lost his ship in the process, and became incriminated. His money tight, his debt uncomfortable, and his prospects limited, he went for the next team that could sign him on, no matter how crazy.

Stress: [000------]
Harm:

Cred: 3/4
Stash: 5/40
Armor:
- Normal [X]
Load: Normal (5/5)

• Heavy Blaster (2)
• Tactical armor (2)
• Large Knife/Melee (1)

Stress: [000------]
Harm:

Cred: 0/4
Stash: 0/40
Armor:
- Normal [X]
Load: Normal (3/5)

• Fine customized Space Suit (2)
• Fine mechanics kit(1)