Well here's my character. The only thing I'm not quite sure about is the wealth stuff:
Piotre Fensk 3rd lvl Strong/ 3rd lvl Soldier
Occupation: military (navigate, survival)
AP: 9
Wealth: +5 (was +15, items marked with asterisks decreased score)
Reputation: +0
Hit Dice: 42hp (3d8+3d10+6)
MDT: 13
Initiative: +2
Speed: 30'
Defense: 19 (+2 dex, +4 class, +3 armour)
Base Attack/Grapple: +5/+7
Attack: +10 ranged (G3-SG1, 2d10+2, 20/x2, 145' increment), +8 ranged (Desert Eagle, 2d8, 20/x2, 60' increment), +9 ranged (Spetsnaz knife, d4+2, 19-20/x2, 20' increment), +9 melee (Spetsnaz knife, d4+4, 19-20/x2)
Full Attack: +10 ranged (G3-SG1, 2d10+2, 20/x2, 145' increment), +8 ranged (Desert Eagle, 2d8, 20/x2, 60' increment), +9 ranged (Spetsnaz knife, d4+2, 19-20/x2, 20' increment), +9 melee (Spetsnaz knife, d4+4, 19-20/x2)
Space/Reach: 5ft/5ft
Special Attacks: melee smash, improved melee smash
Special Qualities:
Saves: fort +5, reflex +5, will +2
Abilities: str 14, dex 15, con 13, int 14, wis 10, cha 8
Skills: climb +6/4, drive +5/3, jump +7/5, knowledge(tactics) +5/3, listen +3/3, navigate +10/6, profession (military) +6/6, repair +5/3, spot +3/3, survival +6/6, swim +7/5
Feats: simple weapon prof., personal firearms prof., track, point blank shot, lgt. armour prof., advanced firearms prof., weapon focus (HK-G3), weapon spec. (HK-G3), far shot, precise shot
XP: 15000/21000
Age: 32
Weight: 192lb(total) = 174lb(char) + 18lb(gear)
Height: 6'2"
Languages: Russian, Mandarin, English
Allegiances: Friends, Contract
Equipment:
Standard Kit:
business outfit
overcoat
multipurpose tool
Spetsnaz survival knife (knife, mc +2)
.440 CorBon Desert Eagle (mc +1) (8/8)*
pistol licsense
2 spare normal mags
1 spare silver mag
thigh holster
illuminator
undercover vest
armour liscense
compass
mirrored sunglasses
Usually Left at Home:
3 sets of fatigues (snow, urban, forest)
3 fatigue jackets (as above)
3 camoflage compacts (as above)
ghillie suit
2 rolls of duct tape
backpack
2 aluminium travel cases (40lb)
binoculars
10 chemical light sticks
6 road flares
standard flashlight (red filter)
mesh vest
150' rope
sleeping bag
24 trail rations
12 yellow smoke grenades
2 spare normal mags
1 spare silver mag
2 spare WP mags
160 loose .44 CorBon rounds
34 loose silver .440 CorBon rounds
84 loose WP .440 CorBon rounds
G3-SG1 (mc +2) (20/20)*
assault rifle liscense*
electro-optical scope*
6 spare magazines
2 spare silver mags
4 spare WP mags
240 loose 7.62mm rounds
60 loose silver 7.62mm rounds
120 loose WP 7.62 mm rounds
professional radio*
headset microphone
gas mask
4 spare filters
Description:
Piotre can easily be described as creepy in appearance. He's lanky fellow with a bit of a slouch, unnaturally grey hair for his age and dark rings under his pale hazel eyes. He usually keeps his hair about shoulder length, and always has a five o'clock shadow. He dresses well but that usually does little to make him look less odd.
Piotre's also characterised by his thick Russian accent, and is renowned amoung those who know him as having a sharp tongue. When out and about he wears a pair of mirrored sunglasses and combat boots with a business suit. The Spetsnaz survival knife he got while he served with them he keeps strapped to his right boot and he wears a long overcoat to effectively conceal the Desert Eagle strapped to his thigh from plain sight. The compass he carries with him is a good luck charm of sorts, it was a gift from his long-time friend, Anatol, when they both successfully got into Spetsnaz. It's one of the transperent rectangular ones with rulers along the sides and a lens at one end for closer inspection of maps.
History:
Piotre joined the army at the age of eighteen, back in 1990, with a head of black hair and dreams of eventually getting into Spetsnaz. He performed well, showing promise as a sharpshooter and scout, and showed preference for use of a Druganov sniper rifle.
During the invasion of Chechnya his unit did not see much fighting, taking more of a rear-guard role in most instances. They did see action on occasion but it was not terribly often. It was around this time, August 1995, that he had the experience which has haunted him until the present day. There had been a shift forward of the troops they were reguard for, and they were required to find a place closer to the front to occupy.
There was a village roughly where they were wanted to be, so they decided to occupy an empty mansion outside of the village as it would provide more comfort than they were used to. The locals didn't give much information as to why the mansion was deserted, but generally made it clear it wasn't a good place to stay and that the troops weren't welcome. This wasn't a big difference from the receptions they'd received thus far from any densely populated area.
During the first night they spent there though everyone had strange dreams, and by morning someone was missing, presumed to have deserted during the night. Morale was generally low during the Chechnyan war, so a deserter wouldn't have been a surprise. Piotre and few other skilled trackers though couldn't find any sign of the passage of the missing soldier in the wilderness area surrounding the house. The officers questioned locals who gave mixed feedback, likely wanting to confuse the occupying troops.
The following night another two soldiers went missing, and the dreams got worse, most described having nightmares. The scouts and officers did their rounds again but came back empty handed. The officers from their questioning of the locals were confused, and had started arguing about the mansion. It was decided that round the clock sentries would be posted, and they'd change to a different location the next day.
That night Piotre and his friend Anatol were on sentry duty with a number of others, both were respected scouts. The night was uneventful, but the next morning they discovered three people had gone missing during the night. Seeing as there was no activity outside of the house during the night a thorough search of the house was held. Blood was found dripping from the ceiling of one of the bedrooms in the guest wing, so five soldiers volunteered to go investigate. Piotre and Anatol were amoungst the five.
Even though it was daylight hours the attic was pitch black. Power to the house had been cut some time ago, and there were no windows either. At that time Piotre's sidearm was a Makarov, so with that in one hand and a flashlight in the other he ascended into the attic through the hallway entrance with the four others close behind. Once he was up there the scent of fresh blood was almost overpowering, and some of the shadows created by his torch were quite odd. One man barely had his head through the attic stairwell when he vomited from the smell. Once everyone was in the attic they proceeded towards the section of the ceiling where the blood was leaking through. The attic was cluttered with stuff roughly dating back to the start of the century.
When they found where the blood was coming from Piotre's torch fell upon a pile of dismembered corpses. An axe had been lodged in a torso lying on top of the pile. His stomach twisted itself into a knot, and he would have vomited had he had breakfast earlier. Anatol had turned pale, and was muttering beside him. The man who had vomited before, and someone else, vomited behind him. There was a thump, and three torches fixated their beams on a head rolling out from behind an old cupboard. A shadow somewhere near it moved and Anatol snapped. He emptied the entire clip from his AN-94 into the furniture littering the area around the head.
The image which burned itself into Piotre's mind was when he thought he saw a man lit up by the light of Anatol's muzzle flash, just for a split second. He can't recall the details very well, but he remembers recoiling, completely horrified, and fired a couple of shots himself.
At the sound of automatic gunfire half of the entire unit came pouring into the attic. The situation was resolved, of sorts, and they recovered the bodies to send them back to Russia for burial. That same day, the officers and a sizable escort seized all the petrol they could from the village and used it to burn down the mansion. After the invasion of Chechnya, Anatol and Piotre successfully transferred into Spetsnaz in an attempt to get the incident behind them.
Out of the five men who went into the attic, only two remain alive now. One was killed in action in early 1996 when the unit was cycled out of rear-guard and put into combat operations near the capital of Chechnya, another was killed in the incursion into Dagestan in 1999, and Piotre's friend and fellow scout Anatol was killed in a Spetsnaz training accident in 1998. The mansion incident in itself was terrifying enough, but Piotre started getting flashbacks and nightmares which continued even after the end of the war. He could hardly get a full night's sleep. It took about a year of this for Piotre's hair to turn grey. Regardless of this he remained an excellant, if somewhat disturbed, soldier.
The last major military operation Piotre was involved in before leaving the armed forces was the occupation of Pristina airport in June, 1999. Once Russian involvement with the Kosovo situation had ceased though he left the military and moved to the east coast of the US. His intent was to leave the horrors he had seen back in Russia, and allow himself a fresh start. Hopefully it would lessen or completely rid him of what haunted him still. He brought his Spetsnaz knife and compass with him, but the knife was a tad difficult to get through customs.
Once in the US he did the only thing he knew how to do, military work. He worked on security contracts for the most part, helping to train private paramilitary units or advising on security of overseas corporate operations. In general people found him to be professional, but difficult to get along with personally. He is liscensed for basically everything in his possession, save for the white phosphorous ammunition which he had to acquire by 'alternative means' because of it's restriction to the military. This ammunition he only uses when contracted for assassinations and the like, the less legal side of his work. It was his trademark back in Russia to use white phosphorous ammunition on his intended mark if he was required to utilize his sniper skills. The silver bullets he bought to satisfy his superstition after working a couple of contracts for one employer where he saw things reminiscent of his experience in the mansion.
The firearms he currently own he bought after a lot of shopping around. He bought a Desert Eagle because he was very impressed after trying out the one a friend had gotten as a trophy during the early stages of the Chechnyan conflict. The inspiration for buying the G3-SG1 came from using a trophy G3 from the conflict in Georgia which he later sold, then after moving to the US when he found out there was a sniper version he eagerly sought to purchase one for his personal use.
His original objective in leaving home though was a failure, as shortly after he had established himself the nightmares and flashbacks returned. He's tried to deal with it on a number of levels, and is currently keeping himself fairly medicated between contracts to try to prevent flashbacks or at least lessen their severity. He doesn't allow himself to use medication while working because he needs a clear head for that. Currently Piotre is putting money away to purchase a car for himself, as he has always relied on his employers for transport and would like to change that. He's also interested in purchasing some grenades from the contact whom he purchases his WP and silver ammunition off, as soon as he can put together some money for that too.
