Post by Jenny on Jun 25, 2015 23:52:22 GMT
Cutter
Height: 195cm
Build: Muscular (100-110kg)
Age: Late thirties
Occupation: Teaches the war pups combat tactics and strategy, as well as hand to hand. In spite of his physical limitations, he is a good teacher in both how to wield the lance as well as melee weapons.
Appearance: An older war boy, his body dusted and his forehead blackened. An accident has left him scarred, the left side of his face twisted and burnt, the eyesocket empty and melted shut. His left arm ends in a stump just below the shoulder, and the side of his body is scarred. One can see the outline of relatively healthy skin where his now missing arm had protected his body from the worst of the damage. His left leg is cut off above the foot, and instead he wears a heavy prosthetic. It makes a loud noise as he walks, and it's easy to hear him coming, foot clunking down the corridors of the Citadel. There's no prosthetic for the arm, and no attempts are made to cover the twisted face or ruined eye. On the half of his face capable of having an expression, he has a permanently sour expression, his one dark eye glaring at his surroundings.
Gear: His prosthetic foot is heavy, based on an old boot, but heavily studded and weighted with metal bands. His trousers are old but well cared for, the pockets torn away. He carries very little around with him, merely an old soot-blackened machete made from a jagged piece of metal, nasty and sharp, its handle wrapped in leather, which he has hooked in his belt. On the other hip he carries a nasty, short-handled cattle prod, the battery hanging next to it on the belt. In his room (which he shares with another older war boy) he has a small private workshop with tools and scrap materials. Few personal belongings.
Background: Cutter was lifted from the Wretched when he was small as one of the first groups of young men taken to be Immortan Joe's War Boys. His first memory is of the platform taking him up into the sky and after that his life was bliss. He was strong, fast, clever, well liked. Aggressive, tactical, an excellent lancer and fighter. He earned his scars quickly and well, a long line of scars marking each and every kill down his left arm, so that he could see it, every time he raised it to aim his lance. At least until his pursuit vehicle wiped out, the front blown out by a ramming raider car. Cutter was caught in the wreckage and badly injured. He somehow got out of there alive, but grievously wounded, and he will forever curse that day, that robbed him of Valhalla. Half buried in sand, he lost one foot, a whole arm and half his face to the guzzoline fire and the shrapnel from the explosion. Fate had made him old and useless at too young an age. He spent months with the Organic Mechanic, and the time made him bitter and angry. He spent some time hobbling around the Citadel, working where he could, until he finally found a new place teaching the young war pups in the arts of combat. He was still dangerous, even old and broken, and he started taking pride in himself again, and in his work. His ability to take down even the most foolhardy of pups and young war boys became the stuff of legend, and he's trained so many of them and seen them grow to adulthood that he has started keeping a new tally. These days, years later, his right arm is covered with scars, one nick for every pup he taught.
Personality: Cutter is a nasty piece of work. He has no hesitation in dealing out harsh punishments for disobedience or failure among the pups he trains, and he responds to disrespect even harsher. He knows that he is walking a very thin line, being as old as he is, and having no use in war, so he clings to what scraps of respect he has among the war boys with a fanatic's fervor.
Many of them do respect him, as he taught them most of the basics of what they know, but there are those who hate him for his cruelty and his vindictiveness. He's learned to watch his back and remember faces well. He has few friends, preferring to instill fear and respect rather than loyalty and friendship, but he at least likes to think himself that most of the war boys he's trained over the years would be on his side, should it come to a fight.
As a teacher he tolerates no fooling around and no failure, only the best of the pups deserve to become a war boy. Any one of them that he lets past him is one that might well reach Valhalla when he never can, so he will make damned sure that they're only the truly deserving
Skills: Cutter is a brilliant tactician and good at making the right call in a tight situation. In spite of having one of most limbs and sensory organs, he is a vicious and dangerous close quarters fighter, and he is terrifyingly accurate with a lance. He wields both his cattle prod and his home-made machete with equal skill, even if he is not as strong nor as fast as he was before the crash.
Height: 195cm
Build: Muscular (100-110kg)
Age: Late thirties
Occupation: Teaches the war pups combat tactics and strategy, as well as hand to hand. In spite of his physical limitations, he is a good teacher in both how to wield the lance as well as melee weapons.
Appearance: An older war boy, his body dusted and his forehead blackened. An accident has left him scarred, the left side of his face twisted and burnt, the eyesocket empty and melted shut. His left arm ends in a stump just below the shoulder, and the side of his body is scarred. One can see the outline of relatively healthy skin where his now missing arm had protected his body from the worst of the damage. His left leg is cut off above the foot, and instead he wears a heavy prosthetic. It makes a loud noise as he walks, and it's easy to hear him coming, foot clunking down the corridors of the Citadel. There's no prosthetic for the arm, and no attempts are made to cover the twisted face or ruined eye. On the half of his face capable of having an expression, he has a permanently sour expression, his one dark eye glaring at his surroundings.
Gear: His prosthetic foot is heavy, based on an old boot, but heavily studded and weighted with metal bands. His trousers are old but well cared for, the pockets torn away. He carries very little around with him, merely an old soot-blackened machete made from a jagged piece of metal, nasty and sharp, its handle wrapped in leather, which he has hooked in his belt. On the other hip he carries a nasty, short-handled cattle prod, the battery hanging next to it on the belt. In his room (which he shares with another older war boy) he has a small private workshop with tools and scrap materials. Few personal belongings.
Background: Cutter was lifted from the Wretched when he was small as one of the first groups of young men taken to be Immortan Joe's War Boys. His first memory is of the platform taking him up into the sky and after that his life was bliss. He was strong, fast, clever, well liked. Aggressive, tactical, an excellent lancer and fighter. He earned his scars quickly and well, a long line of scars marking each and every kill down his left arm, so that he could see it, every time he raised it to aim his lance. At least until his pursuit vehicle wiped out, the front blown out by a ramming raider car. Cutter was caught in the wreckage and badly injured. He somehow got out of there alive, but grievously wounded, and he will forever curse that day, that robbed him of Valhalla. Half buried in sand, he lost one foot, a whole arm and half his face to the guzzoline fire and the shrapnel from the explosion. Fate had made him old and useless at too young an age. He spent months with the Organic Mechanic, and the time made him bitter and angry. He spent some time hobbling around the Citadel, working where he could, until he finally found a new place teaching the young war pups in the arts of combat. He was still dangerous, even old and broken, and he started taking pride in himself again, and in his work. His ability to take down even the most foolhardy of pups and young war boys became the stuff of legend, and he's trained so many of them and seen them grow to adulthood that he has started keeping a new tally. These days, years later, his right arm is covered with scars, one nick for every pup he taught.
Personality: Cutter is a nasty piece of work. He has no hesitation in dealing out harsh punishments for disobedience or failure among the pups he trains, and he responds to disrespect even harsher. He knows that he is walking a very thin line, being as old as he is, and having no use in war, so he clings to what scraps of respect he has among the war boys with a fanatic's fervor.
Many of them do respect him, as he taught them most of the basics of what they know, but there are those who hate him for his cruelty and his vindictiveness. He's learned to watch his back and remember faces well. He has few friends, preferring to instill fear and respect rather than loyalty and friendship, but he at least likes to think himself that most of the war boys he's trained over the years would be on his side, should it come to a fight.
As a teacher he tolerates no fooling around and no failure, only the best of the pups deserve to become a war boy. Any one of them that he lets past him is one that might well reach Valhalla when he never can, so he will make damned sure that they're only the truly deserving
Skills: Cutter is a brilliant tactician and good at making the right call in a tight situation. In spite of having one of most limbs and sensory organs, he is a vicious and dangerous close quarters fighter, and he is terrifyingly accurate with a lance. He wields both his cattle prod and his home-made machete with equal skill, even if he is not as strong nor as fast as he was before the crash.