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Post by Forge on Feb 12, 2021 20:53:46 GMT -5
AARON MONROE
Aliases: Monroe, Vulture, Bagas Qar'talz, Babau
Affiliation: Loonies
Species: Human (Male)
Birthplace: Swansing Command Post, Watercane
Birthdate: April 29th, 1274 OSC
Height: 5'8" (1.72m)
Weight: 170lbs - 200lbs (77kg - 90kg)
SUMMARY
A Looney far from home, but far from finishing his mission. Aaron Monroe is a nomad through-and-through; but with the unmistakable attitude of a Looney who would much prefer the company of himself, a glass of rum, and a good book to read. Aaron is one of Watercane's assaultsman; a disciplined marksman out on indie to hunt down the rogue Loonies before they make themselves a bigger problem.
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Post by Forge on Feb 12, 2021 20:55:13 GMT -5
APPEARANCE
Aaron Monroe is not unlike your typical run of the mill Terrestrial Looney. He stands at around 5'8" with a build befitting of an outdoorsman, rather than a bench-pressing gym goer. A pair of deep blue eyes stand out at his face, whilst greying brown hair sits across his head in a swept back short cut that leads down his cheeks and across his lip and chin, forming a full beard. His skin-tone varies depending on exposure, with some skin paler than the rest.
Clad in a familiar wardrobe to most terrestrials, Aaron wears a set of the modular IM125A "BULLMAN" armor mostly concealed under an adjustable two-tone digital camo uniform that beared the markings for the Watercane bunker. The classic close-fitting helmet with its integral communication suite sits over his balaclava covered head, with the matching monocle at his eye, and the detachable space-ready gas mask. Webbing strategically covers his body for long-distance travel, full of ammunition, supplies, and tools. A massive backpack hangs behind him, hiding the already concealed environmental equipment on his back. On his forearm is the integrated computer providing him with all the information he needs when on the job. Aaron typically wears a long hooded cloak when travelling between towns, all as a matter of disguising who he is.
For when violence is the only answer, Aaron is loaded up with the reliable IM28R "STUMPY" Railrifle, utilising heatsinks over conventional coolant thanks to his preference of long-range engagements over your typical gunho full-auto clone. At his side within a leg holster is his equally maintained IM8R electrolaser pistol, which is flanked by a sheathed steel survival knife.
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Post by Forge on Feb 12, 2021 20:56:27 GMT -5
BEHAVIOR
TBD.
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Post by Forge on Feb 12, 2021 20:56:49 GMT -5
GOALS
TBD.
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Post by Forge on Feb 12, 2021 20:57:22 GMT -5
RELATIONSHIPS- Aaron's relationship with the Loonies is somewhat unsettling at best. His deeds have not gone unnoticed, and that has earnt him a reputation that spans far beyond the borders of the continent he's known to operate within. Dubbed the Vulture, Aaron is renowned for hunting down Looney rogues and defectors with such a success rate that he's garnered plenty of stories about his supposed accomplishments. Whether they're exaggerated is harder to say, but it's hard to argue with his methods if they work so well.
- Even the Space Loonies have been graced with the aftermath of Aaron Monroe. Several incidents involving high profile Looney informants resulted in a trail of corpses that led to a deviation of policy on JCOM's behalf, and Aaron being placed on a watchlist to strategically protect their interests, not that it's ever stopped him finding his mark.
- The Cult of Meat have been reserved a special place in the depths of hell by Aaron. He despises the very existance of the Meat, and has his fair share of kills, ranging from priests, to turncoat Loonies who try and join the Cult. Not many who make it do, and that's been noticed by their leadership. They've named him the Bagas Qar'talz, a derivative of a historical Cult villain.
- Townies have heard the tales, the myths, and the horror stories. Word travels fast in the wastes, and this is one that many have heard. The Babau. The man shrouded in black, who hunts those in the night. Many do not want to believe him anything more than a folkstale, but unnerving stories passed down from Loonies and Cultists are hardly ones to disregard so willingly, and none are willing to call their bluffs.
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