Post by Saebelorn on Sept 18, 2018 1:45:03 GMT -5
DETLEF MULLANE (Specialist Patrolman)
Alias: Crabkiller
APPEARANCE
Detlef is almost a pattern-accurate patrolman. From his own skin outward, he wears the standard green of his station as a uniform which appears entirely unmodified from the printing standard of Loonies. External to that, and which he is generally canned in, is his Wretchwoods-issue combat armor, a moderately bulky set of solid plates integrated into dense printed mesh, which is worn as an upper and lower piece and connected zipped at the waist.
His helmet follows the theme of functional but unimpressive a system which fully seals into the armor and has a wide-face visor for visibility, and a limited, unobtrusive HUD projected into the sides where the visor ends. As of Detlef's being sent out of the Wretchwoods into the Husklands and beyond, it has been modified with a long-duration rebreather capable of recycling oxygen for days at a time before requiring a new tank.
Outside of his armor, he looks normal tall, but not exceptionally, approximately six feet, while having a build bordering on lean. His head outside of the helmet is acceptable square face, fastidiously buzzcut hair and his body is luckily generally unlikely to cause concern among fellow Loonies.
BEHAVIOR
Detlef Mullane is hardboiled in an unimposing way. He has seen a lot in his tenure as security team member, but particularly as an out-of-bunker patrolman. Often hell maintain a look of repose, which is only involuntarily broken by pain or sheer surprise. While deferring to authority in most cases, while on an operation he will fall back on his own instincts if there are no clearly set paths of action.
His views to others are generally accepting outside of the case of aliens, who his experiences with have lead him to treat them as either enemies or expendable. However, on an operation he will not allow that to get in the way of victory, and he will stifle qualms in order to address a sanctioned alien as a teammate even if it involves him playing make-believe. In general, he has a high esteem for fellow Loonies, despite having become somewhat ostracized in police society for his experiences outside of bunkers.
BACKGROUND
Detlef's home is, and will always be, Fort Fugue, one of the Loonie bunkers that finds some degree of solace in the chilly Wretchwoods of upper Kelpak. The bunker held a particularly aggressively defensive stance, having a prominent above-ground portion and heavily fortifying itself with weapon emplacements and cutting out an exclusion radius from the forest itself within which anything unauthorised would be lit up.
Detlef himself grew up within the bunker for his entire childhood, but rapidly distinguished himself in his personal responsibility to earn a place on the security team, where he quietly and peacefully served for a term of two years without incident. After that, however, he was recommended for patrol duty due to his demeanour, and his main duties began as a gardener the local term for those who maintain the zone totally clear of plant life or cover, generally with the assistance of power tools. It was here that he began to develop skills in rough terrain the constant marching and work in the snow, the vaguely supernatural (and terrible) weather, and the occasional but inevitable attacks by Pseudocrustaceans.
It was with the crabs in particular where Detlef established himself. It wasn't long before he was assigned from a maintenance and defensive role to having a place as rifle support on the assault teams out to deal with the sporadic but short-lived Pseudocrustacean camps. He developed tactics, albeit against a barely-thinking foe.
It turns out that tactics that work against Pseudocrustaceans would turn out to be useful against walking meat, for the same reasons. Fort Fugue remains part of the Alien Hand Alliance, a bunker-network from the Wretchwoods and its surrounds up to the Northern Husklands and the Gutbender Sea, with the purpose of keeping the spread of meat from reaching any further east than it already had. He marched out, generally working on isolated outgrowths and tendrils of the meatscape, and in so doing was able to slowly and gradually learn how to deal with it. As time went on, he would often be tasked with rooting out outposts and assaulting haunts of newly-forming meat monsters. This would continue for some years as regular work.
It was in Detlefs late twenties that he would receive the call to ship out, along with other chosen tributes from his network, to assist in an insane, suicidal and entirely necessary mission deep in the Crimson Expanse. He didn't even complain when he was told theyd have to use the MASTER system to get there. He just wanted to do his job.<tmui style="top:1px; right:1px;"></tmui><tmui style="top:1px; right:1px;"></tmui>
Alias: Crabkiller
APPEARANCE
Detlef is almost a pattern-accurate patrolman. From his own skin outward, he wears the standard green of his station as a uniform which appears entirely unmodified from the printing standard of Loonies. External to that, and which he is generally canned in, is his Wretchwoods-issue combat armor, a moderately bulky set of solid plates integrated into dense printed mesh, which is worn as an upper and lower piece and connected zipped at the waist.
His helmet follows the theme of functional but unimpressive a system which fully seals into the armor and has a wide-face visor for visibility, and a limited, unobtrusive HUD projected into the sides where the visor ends. As of Detlef's being sent out of the Wretchwoods into the Husklands and beyond, it has been modified with a long-duration rebreather capable of recycling oxygen for days at a time before requiring a new tank.
Outside of his armor, he looks normal tall, but not exceptionally, approximately six feet, while having a build bordering on lean. His head outside of the helmet is acceptable square face, fastidiously buzzcut hair and his body is luckily generally unlikely to cause concern among fellow Loonies.
BEHAVIOR
Detlef Mullane is hardboiled in an unimposing way. He has seen a lot in his tenure as security team member, but particularly as an out-of-bunker patrolman. Often hell maintain a look of repose, which is only involuntarily broken by pain or sheer surprise. While deferring to authority in most cases, while on an operation he will fall back on his own instincts if there are no clearly set paths of action.
His views to others are generally accepting outside of the case of aliens, who his experiences with have lead him to treat them as either enemies or expendable. However, on an operation he will not allow that to get in the way of victory, and he will stifle qualms in order to address a sanctioned alien as a teammate even if it involves him playing make-believe. In general, he has a high esteem for fellow Loonies, despite having become somewhat ostracized in police society for his experiences outside of bunkers.
BACKGROUND
Detlef's home is, and will always be, Fort Fugue, one of the Loonie bunkers that finds some degree of solace in the chilly Wretchwoods of upper Kelpak. The bunker held a particularly aggressively defensive stance, having a prominent above-ground portion and heavily fortifying itself with weapon emplacements and cutting out an exclusion radius from the forest itself within which anything unauthorised would be lit up.
Detlef himself grew up within the bunker for his entire childhood, but rapidly distinguished himself in his personal responsibility to earn a place on the security team, where he quietly and peacefully served for a term of two years without incident. After that, however, he was recommended for patrol duty due to his demeanour, and his main duties began as a gardener the local term for those who maintain the zone totally clear of plant life or cover, generally with the assistance of power tools. It was here that he began to develop skills in rough terrain the constant marching and work in the snow, the vaguely supernatural (and terrible) weather, and the occasional but inevitable attacks by Pseudocrustaceans.
It was with the crabs in particular where Detlef established himself. It wasn't long before he was assigned from a maintenance and defensive role to having a place as rifle support on the assault teams out to deal with the sporadic but short-lived Pseudocrustacean camps. He developed tactics, albeit against a barely-thinking foe.
It turns out that tactics that work against Pseudocrustaceans would turn out to be useful against walking meat, for the same reasons. Fort Fugue remains part of the Alien Hand Alliance, a bunker-network from the Wretchwoods and its surrounds up to the Northern Husklands and the Gutbender Sea, with the purpose of keeping the spread of meat from reaching any further east than it already had. He marched out, generally working on isolated outgrowths and tendrils of the meatscape, and in so doing was able to slowly and gradually learn how to deal with it. As time went on, he would often be tasked with rooting out outposts and assaulting haunts of newly-forming meat monsters. This would continue for some years as regular work.
It was in Detlefs late twenties that he would receive the call to ship out, along with other chosen tributes from his network, to assist in an insane, suicidal and entirely necessary mission deep in the Crimson Expanse. He didn't even complain when he was told theyd have to use the MASTER system to get there. He just wanted to do his job.<tmui style="top:1px; right:1px;"></tmui><tmui style="top:1px; right:1px;"></tmui>
