soldier
Wilson “The Machine” Smith
Shortly after the blast, I awoke in a dump cellar. The cellar door was cracked open letting a sliver of light shine through. I could make out various tools on the table around me, but what happened? All sensation from my arms and legs had been lost. As I rolled off the table a sound of crashing metal to echoed through the darkness. I heard some scuffling above and made for the stairs. Much to my astonishment I could crawl up the stairs effortlessly. At the top of the stairs I reached for the doorknob and pulled myself up. The sun was glaring throught he window and blinded me as the door slowly creaked open.
“Who goes there?” I looked to my right and saw a man in his mid fifties, skin covered in filth, wearing ragged clothes and upon his head a welders mask. His eyes lit up and he appered in awe of what stood before him. Behind him hung a TV on the wall and I saw my reflection for the first time, what had I become? I looked down at my hands, but they were gone! Replaced by some kind of hydraulic equivalent as were the rest of my arms and my legs. Upon my back some kind of powersource fused with my skin. “What have you done to me!” I shouted as I grabbed the man by his neck. “I… I…” he stammered, but he was abrubtly slinced as his neck snapped under the immense pressure of my grip.
Traits:
- Can’t pick up medpacks, can only be healed by an engineer repairing him.
- Hot headed, easily agitated.
Weapons:
- Melee: Uses his incredible strength to one handedly snap necks
- Primary: Custom fully automatic M1 Garand he found hanging on the wall above the fireplace, must have been one of the crazy scientists previous projects.
- Secondary: Glock 17
Ultimate:
- Blood rage: Throws down his primary, increasing his speed and thanks to the adrenaline coursing through his body he can take more hits, all meelee attacks are OHK. His vision is impaired though. This can also be used to destroy the Ev with melee hits, but that consumes all of his rage.
