About Duke DelucaCharacter Sheet (Gunslinger {Bolt Ace} 3 / Fighter {Brawler} 3):
HP: 33
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GP: 39 Skill [*Denotes Class Skills]
Backstory:
Act 1: In which Duke does Good [Warning Link Explicit] Duke Deluca was a Corpral of the Crimson Lance forces and part of the 572nd Armored Lance Divison "'Eavy Metal" where se was attached to an Armored Ballista christened "Headbanger" as a marksman. His military track record was exemplary and most of his superiours felt Duke to be on the fast track to become and Officer. He was notable for his excellent sense of loyalty and devotion and the team on the Headbanger was pulling off impressive feats of ingenuity and showing wonderful dedication to their missions. Duke's team was one of the centerpeices of Commanding General Ossymandius' army. Due to the overall success of the 572nd and, by extention, General Ossymandius it lead to rampant jealousy among the various higher ups of the Crimson Lance, but none moreso than Ossymandius' Second-in-Command - Colonel Roy Lionheart Soon enough Colonel Lionheart had amassed a small army of his own through ingenious political maneavering and puppeteering. Much of the 572nd had been split, with some following Lionheart and his promises of Glory, while others staunchly supported Ossymandius and his great empire. When the two feirce competitors came to clash, it was the men under them who suffered the most. In the largest battle, the Great Schisim, brother faught brother and blood wept from both sides. Unfortunatley, both men were great leaders and strategists so the battle raged on for months, quickly becoming a war of attrition. Duke and his team faught valiantly, shooting until they had run out of bolts and then fighting on until their blades had dulled and their armor had broken. Ossymandius was losing the battle, if even slightly, and in that moment of weakness Lionheart was able to swoop in and scavenge what few men the older General still had left. Duke watched as his team defected, his friends and commrades leaving him behind as he faught on - now woefully outnumbered. The 572nd was crushed, defeated by their own men now under the banner of the Lion's Glory, Duke barley made it out alive - only sustaining minor wounds that would come to heal in the coming days. With his friends all but gone, and the general he once respected a broken husk of a man, Duke took his chance and left the Crimson Lance on Medical Discharge. Duke Deluca took his skills elsewhere, quickly learning that Medical Discharge doesn't exactly pay the bills. He knew he wasn't suited for a life of a desk jocky and so turned to being muscle for hire. Mostly he was highered as a body guard of sorts, since people always seemed to feel threatened these days. Once in a while he found a job as security for events or items - which were the jobs he liked best. Most recently Duke took a job aboard a small ship bound for the fringe world Pandora. The flyer was a bit unclear but it seemed he was either protecting a specimen contained onboard or protecting passangers FROM the specimen; it really didn't matter, he just needed to get to Pandora in a timely and hopefully free manner. Duke just spent the last of his quickly dwindling retirement fund on expensive tickets to see the Bad Bandit Boys and their debut live show "Rip Tear Maim". As far as he's concerned this was the best deal yet, an all expense paid flight along with some spending cash on arrival; sure it may be some po'-dunk fringe world but what's the worst that could happen, the ship crashes and leaves him stranded with no possible way to return with almost no cash and just the clothes on his back? Duke's willing to roll the dice on those odds.
Description:
Duke is a tall, lanky man with long black hair and dull green eyes. He mostly keeps his hair tied back and out of his eyes so that he can see better. He wears his old Crimson Lance armor, although with a fresh coat of paint and primer so that the logo could be changed - currently it's of a large hand holding up only it's index and pinkie finger. The logo is sprayed across a larger Paldron on his left shoulder, a sign that he is some form of marksman form his military days. Slung across his back is a large black case, and on the small of his back is a small quiver of bolts. His right hand his gloved in a wicked looking gauntlet. He keeps a studded belt on, and under the light combat boots and kneepads it looks as though he wears sort of denim. Underneath his armor is a simple black T-Shirt with an old Band logo on it - mostly faded. |