Character Name:Geldin Dredge
Age: Impossible to tell with a Mercer due to their nature, but he's in his mid-twenties
Gender: Male
Race: Mercerian (Giant Robot People)
Appearance: Humanoid in shape. Has no face, just a metal shell that covers his head, going down a ways past his head, resembling a chin. Body appears made of steel but is much stronger than that, capable of taking massive damage from most mundane (for Shattered) dangers. Body has numerous burn marks and a few dents from past fights. He think of them as scars. One of these 'scars', a scorch mark on the left side of his face-shell, gives the semblance of an eye. Wears brown/tan clothes underneath a tattered dark brown cowboy duster. Despite being a Mercer, he is only 5' 8". This is due to a 'genetic' defect that stunted his growth. Overall silhouette is that of a fairly muscular man, but nothing overly impressive. As is befitting a man of his nature, he also has a worn cowboy hat that he holds very dear to his Spark and almost seems glued to his head.
Alliance: Whoever his current employer is.
Personality (one paragraph minimum): Once a bright-eyed and eager young boy he is now a cynical, depressed, and world weary adult. He greets people coldly and makes sure that even people he likes never gets too close to him, not wishing the same fate that befell his family to come to them. Has a deep dislike of magic users born from one to many 'disagreements' with several of them and refuses to work for them or take a bounty on one unless truly pressed for cash. Despite all this, he is still a gentleman and will treat people with the respect they deserve unless he has deemed otherwise. Temper can be a bit of a hair trigger. Has an odd fixation on the 'Old West' of Earth's past and prefers to spend his time between bounties on planets with scarcely populated desert towns.
Inventory : Two Mercerian six-shooter revolvers (Huge guns, people with a 3 in strength couldn't budge 'em and a 4 could barely aim with them. Button activated reload with auto-eject on spent shells. Press the button to pop out the chamber, press it again to close it) Has a pocket dimension in his clothes with speed loaders ready to go for when the first twelve shots aren't enough. Standard ammo is a depleted uranium round, charged with an EMP upon exiting the barrel of the gun and capable of extreme, but localized, electrical disruption. Has plasma and 'Firebug' napalm rounds as well. Personal AM field built in that he can activate at will. Minimal shielding for blast protection. Most Mercers that fight for a living have some form of wristblade, out of personal preference his resembles a Bowie knife and can pop all the way out of his wrist for use as an actual knife. Stun baton pops out of wrist, is capable of incapacitating most humanoids, and nullification bracers for those times when the bounties need to be brought in alive. Has a good tracking system built in. Can collect and process DNA samples to determine genetic make up(including any disorders/mutations/diseases) and the state (Ie, panicked, angry, drunk, high, etc) of the subject at the time the sample was left. As naturally befitting a man who needs to get from place to place rather quickly he has a personal star-cruiser with a hoverbike in the trunk. Built like a small tank, multiple military-class Mercerian weapons and a few Zarethian ones tossed in. Excellent shielding. A comlink built into his right arm allows him to summon it when he needs it. Called
The Desperado.
Combat Level : 2.5- Magic Level: N/A
- Physical Strength: 5
Character's History (Minimum 3 Paragraphs):Dredge was born to a relatively poor Mercerian family on one of the moons of Ferrari. He suffered from a rare genetic condition among Mercers that severely stunted his growth. While most of his species reach heights of twelve or fifteen feet, little Geldin would never get taller than six feet. Do to his height he was commonly picked on by his classmates and the crueler adults in his neighborhood. His mother and father(N'jeron and Allan) were distraught, their child was depressed and slowly puling into himself. They felt that if they didn't do something he would grow up to be maladjusted and would never be happy. They thought of everything they could to get him to come out of his shell but nothing worked. One day, not long before his tenth birthday, his mother spied him watching TV. An old black and white western was playing, (Imported Earth television wasn't all that uncommon, as Ra' Kath did his best to make Ferrari like America) and Geldin was mesmerized by the show. He cheered whenever the good guys were winning he fights and bit his nails (figuratively) when it seemed like they were going to lose only to cheer louder when they beat the bad guys and saved the day. Lucky for him the station was doing a week long marathon of old westerns like Wild, Wild, West, The Lone Ranger, and several Clint Eastwood films. When his Allan got home awhile after Geldin had fallen asleep in front of the television, his wife told him about how much he had loved the programs and together they thought up a plan...
On his tenth birthday, they presented Geldin with a .44 magnum six shooter, a brown leather duster, and an old cowboy's hat. The boy was ecstatic, to say the least. The coat was too big for him but he wore it and never took it off, except to shower, the hat he never took off. In school he was still picked on for his height, but he started fighting back instead of just letting them harass him. His father taught him how to shoot and would get him just about anything having to do with the Old West that he could. Countless books and movies, old television serials, you name it. Geldin loved them all, and began imitating them, acquiring a southern drawl to his voice and taking on the mannerisms of the people in shows. All of these things came at a price though. Authentic clothing and holodiscs can't be bought with a standard worker's salary. Allan had figuratively sold his soul to the devil to get those items on-world, getting a loan from an upstart mob that the Eye of Ra' Kath had yet to notice, all to make his son happy. When N'jeron found out she was angry and frightened. Allan assured her that everything would be fine, not really believing it himself. Unfortunately, he was right. Five years later, when Geldin was fifteen, they killed his family, and would have killed him too had he been home. See, word about the neighborhood was that they, the mob, were getting soft. So, in order to get their reputation back they brutally murdered everyone that owed them money. Geldin's parents were on that list. When Geldin returned home from school he found his burning to the ground. Now normally, fire isn't a problem on Ferrari.
RP Sample (Depending On Combat Level):
Theme Song:
Fleetwood Mac -The Chain
