Post by Andy on Apr 27, 2015 2:17:45 GMT
Name: Andrew "Magnum" Schroeder
Age: 19
Nationality: American
Biography: Andy was born in Texas. A place with enough guns and religious nuts with guns that created a whole host of problems for anyone who was unusual. For the first 13 year of his life his mom and dad protected him, his mother being a Vriska. However, when she was forced to leave, they were left open and exposed. His father tried to, and for a time he was able to hide the boy. But he couldn't protect his son from himself. He listened to what people said about the Vriska, what people believed, and maybe he thought that if he committed one terrible sin it would make up for a lifetime of them. One night, that horrible night, He found himself with his father dead, a .44 round through the mans head and the matching magnum in Andrews hand. He still carries that gun, and he's had to use it when defending himself.
He's fast enough to dodge bullets, and his draw has any man beat. If this had been two centuries ago, he'd be known as the Fastest Gun in the South. He's known life on the edge of society, and tries to hide himself out of it as much as possible, but he's seen the brutal aspects of humanity and can't help but feel divorced from it. And always he has to ask why his father did what he did. Why he had to leave him alone.
Andy hitchhiked across the county, finally ending up in Ambrosia where, without a US citizenship or any means of legally getting work, plunged headfirst into the criminal underground of the city. He found his place in the gun trade, getting a few lucky scores that were enough to set him up with enough guns to sell and means of acquiring them that he's one of the youngest gun runners in Ambrosia. He operates out of Starcrown heights, the area's lawlessness and anarchy a excellent place to keep his stashes of equipment. He has over a dozen hideaways and gun stashes around the city, and is constantly moving arms.
He's small, ungodly fast, and has enough smarts to get him by in this world. When he's had to fight, he gets in close and shoots to kill.
Might:
2
Speed:
10
Intellect: 3
Finesse: 8
Perks
Arsenal: You have access to a crapton of weapons, and a means to regularly maintain them.
Criminal Background: You know all the wrong people. Favors and information can be acquired with a minimum of fuss.
Age: 19
Nationality: American
Biography: Andy was born in Texas. A place with enough guns and religious nuts with guns that created a whole host of problems for anyone who was unusual. For the first 13 year of his life his mom and dad protected him, his mother being a Vriska. However, when she was forced to leave, they were left open and exposed. His father tried to, and for a time he was able to hide the boy. But he couldn't protect his son from himself. He listened to what people said about the Vriska, what people believed, and maybe he thought that if he committed one terrible sin it would make up for a lifetime of them. One night, that horrible night, He found himself with his father dead, a .44 round through the mans head and the matching magnum in Andrews hand. He still carries that gun, and he's had to use it when defending himself.
He's fast enough to dodge bullets, and his draw has any man beat. If this had been two centuries ago, he'd be known as the Fastest Gun in the South. He's known life on the edge of society, and tries to hide himself out of it as much as possible, but he's seen the brutal aspects of humanity and can't help but feel divorced from it. And always he has to ask why his father did what he did. Why he had to leave him alone.
Andy hitchhiked across the county, finally ending up in Ambrosia where, without a US citizenship or any means of legally getting work, plunged headfirst into the criminal underground of the city. He found his place in the gun trade, getting a few lucky scores that were enough to set him up with enough guns to sell and means of acquiring them that he's one of the youngest gun runners in Ambrosia. He operates out of Starcrown heights, the area's lawlessness and anarchy a excellent place to keep his stashes of equipment. He has over a dozen hideaways and gun stashes around the city, and is constantly moving arms.
He's small, ungodly fast, and has enough smarts to get him by in this world. When he's had to fight, he gets in close and shoots to kill.
Might:
2
Speed:
10
Intellect: 3
Finesse: 8
Perks
Arsenal: You have access to a crapton of weapons, and a means to regularly maintain them.
Criminal Background: You know all the wrong people. Favors and information can be acquired with a minimum of fuss.
