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Armored Captain Elliot “Eli” Holdt
House: Kothlin
Age: 28
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Appearance: 6 feet tall. Red hair typical of the North. The product of the paltry Kothlinian diet and years of military training. Elliot is thin, though not muscular to the extent of his juniors. The months in the Fort have mellowed him out a little, a five o’clock shadow now a permanent feature.
Reputation: Neurotic, somewhat paranoid. Puts way too much effort into everything he does. Friends who have known him for years would diagnose it as a severe case of impostor syndrome, though he seemed to be a bundle of nerves since long before he enlisted. Detail oriented and efficient in his work, he’s more than willing to help his fellow soldier to the point of being a doormat. It’s easy to take advantage of it, but when the guy’s so sincere with everything he does… it just makes you feel like an ass.
The consensus around the Fort is that he’s a well-meaning weirdo. If you need a hand, Holdt’s your man.
Alignment: “A-Are you trying to get me dishonorably discharged?” (Technologist)
Skills: - Power Suit Proficiency: Two hours of practice is the most meticulous fixture in Eli’s daily schedule. He usually has an audience of early risers. Suffice to say, he’s an impressive sight in the suit.
- Expert Hand-to-Hand Combatant and Spearman: The Fort’s sparring ground is a popular place to shoot the breeze. Nothing brings people together like beatings and mutual stabbings. The combat practice is just a bonus that comes with it.
- Artillery Command (Coilgun/Railgun): As part of his Captaincy, he took a course in the summer of ’46. The certification hangs over the desk in his room.
- Leadership and Loyalty: Sometimes you want to go where everybody knows your name and they’re always glad you came. For Eli, that place is Fort Braemur.
- Accounting: Promise him half a week’s worth of your dessert rations and he’ll take care of your tax returns for you.
- Intermediate at Fiddle: Tries to squeeze in practice whenever he can. He also takes requests!
Backstory: Elliot lived a simple life. A child born and raised in the far outskirts of the capital, Redline. He had it about as rough as any other Kothlinian kid, but his family’s warmth always shielded him from the cold. They raised him to be a dependable man, to treat others how he would treat himself. He took up a clerk position at a family friend’s accounting firm during high school. Pursued this line of work in college but dropped out when the fees became too much. With a few falsified papers and a week of cramming, he was able to get his accounting licence externally.
Things were looking up for Eli. He had a stable job. He proposed to his childhood sweetheart. Then the local mafia caught him skimming off the top of the accounts he’d been trusted with and he was forced to skip town. He didn’t know where or how long. The army promised a salary for both him and his family so that was where he headed.
That was six years ago. Eli was never anyone’s ideal warrior but he kept his head low and he followed orders to a tee. After a handful of years of it, he was promoted to Armored Captain and got stationed at Fort Braemur where the Kothlin-Young-Reason borders met. Life at the Fort is slow and tough but the letters from his loved ones back home help him get through it.
Miscellaneous: Falls asleep very deeply and quickly. His singing voice is angelic.
Equipment: - KS-96 Power Suit “HENRIK”: Named after Eli’s older brother who passed away when he was twelve. Receiving a suit upon promotion to Captain is about a fifty-fifty chance, with most having to wait for their promotion to Major to secure the prestigious equipment with certainty. Eli hadn’t expected to receive one with his limited field experience. He could count the number of men he’d killed on his two hands. It was his good standing among peers and recommendations from superiors that granted him the accidental nepotism. Because of this, Eli poured his blood, sweat and tears into mastering this unique weapon.
The suit is painted in a muted red, Henrik’s favorite. He’d say red was the fastest color and Eli’s combat style aims to live up to that belief. He’s experimented with various modifications over the idle years and determined that a lighter build with an emphasis on mobility is the ideal one for him. The idea is that should war ever break out, he can rush swiftly between platoons. In combat, he moves like a dancer, limbs whirling flexibly. Retractable blades are attached to the suit’s forearms and feet. He is also equipped with the standard firebomb and power suit pack.
- AC200 Railgun: An experimental weapon exclusive to the elites of Fort Braemur. Longer than Eli is tall, it is impossible to transport alone without a power suit. It fires in three-round bursts over great distances and has an attachment to launch pressurized canisters that shoot out metal shrapnel. Magazines for both types of rounds are immense. A shock bayonet is attached. Eli finds the whole contraption quite clumsy and only carries it out of duty.
- Shock Spear: Standard issue. Eli’s preferred foot soldier weapon.
- Officer’s Sword: Generally for ceremonial purposes.
- Wristwatch: Half the garrison chipped in to get this pricey model for Eli’s 26th birthday. The packaging said it has twenty different features!
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