Sledj was once one of the biggest, baddest, nastiest bandits up in the hills above Haven. He loved the feel of chasing down prey, whacking it with his scavenged blades and howling at the sky once it dropped. Food and water was more important than money or bullets, and all was good. That was, until the red-armored assault troopers hit his enclave.
They came with guns, rockets, and nets. Lots and lots of nets. Seemingly, the corp wanted live specimens to experiment on, tinker with, and find new ways of messing up. Cause living the bandit life on the sands of Pandora wasn’t bad enough as it is. The result left Sledj slightly more crazy, stronger, dumber, and an odd shade of green. His intermittent periods of anger exploded in dangerous bouts of rage, leaving him capable of feats of strength previously impossible for the bandit.
Even crazier, certain chemicals and materials just seemed to belong together now. Mix one of these and two of these, and boom, bursts of fire and shrapnel. Like magic. After some less than subtle prodding from his captors, Sledj managed to figure out a handful of combinations, to make himself bigger, heal physical damage, and oddly enough, teach him languages he otherwise never knew.
Now back on Pandora, if by accident more than design, Sledj is eager to resume his antics. There's a whole wide world out there, with almost all of it not yet on fire, and strangely without damage from blades. It's about time to get to it!
