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Name: Danklfur "Dan" Magnum
Race: Charr
Profession: Engineer
Age: 35
Height: 7'
Weight: 302 pounds
Alignment: Chaotic Lawful
Appearance:
Background:
Dan "Don't call me Danklfur!" Magnum held his first gun when he was still a pup. Twenty seconds later he suffered his first traumatic experience when he accidentally shot his father in the knee. Since then Dan has had a career of illustrious military experience and combat, with an even larger record of suffering horrible circumstances and generally being the only one to emerge alive from whatever campaign he might undertake, no matter how simple or non life threatening the task may have been. While it has rarely ever been his fault, the other Charr have noticed that people tend to not come back with Dan on a mission, and subtly not so subtly suggested that he may find better luck in life pursuing his own path, far away from here. Very far away. In his travels (bloody), he searched for a place that may take him in (and keep him). He had found what he hopes to be a permanent (keep dreaming) home within the guild of Synod of the Gods. While not understanding what a Synod is (Not the bookish sort), they were the first one not to kick him off of the doorstep, and never did research in to the tours of combat that he participated in. (They're probably going to regret that) Hey wait when did you start getting full sentences? (Dan argues with himself like this sometimes. He hopes it's him anyway.)
Personality:
Dan is a constantly teetering composition of fierce aggressiveness to get a job done, quickly followed by intense paranoia and fear of past mistakes catching up to him (You remember when you threw that grenade Dan. You forgot to pull the pin and had it thrown right back at you. You looked silly in front of everyone, right before they were blown to smithereens!). Nearly everything reminds him of something awful that has happened, and he's prone to flashbacks and launching in to long rants of various past occasions, going in to great detail about what happened and how only he survived. Just about anything is capable of triggering these outbursts, followed by heavy breathing and staring at nothing. When he's not suffering from a shattered psych (When is that again?) he is an incredibly capable warrior, and is hard to match in sheer skill and determination to carry on a fight, much further than his body should allow. Is secretly scared that he will get everyone in his guild killed in very detailed and violent ways (It's like a quota with him!), and generally volunteers to stick his neck out in dangerous situations to see that this does not happen.
Physical Abilities:
Ambidextrous
Incredible physical strength
Highly proficient with most firearms
Tuned sense of smell
Able to withstand an extreme amount of punishment (He deserves it!)
Engineer Abilities:
Able to quickly erect turrets of several (I think they're gimmicky) types for various situations.
Mechanically inclined
Can deploy an arsenal of various grenades and gadgets to get in to/get out of sticky situations (Sometimes he makes them sticky. It's a glue trap I think. Doesn't come out of fur easily.)
Possessions:
Two pistols, one shotgun of a pumping variety, a modular turret with swappable payloads, an unending supply of grenades (okay so he makes them himself), a tool belt, and one incredibly holy uniform (It's ratty, not religious) from his older days in the legion.
(Ahem. You forgot something.)
Oh! And one orbital laser. He's still not entirely sure on the mechanics of that.