Brick

Brick is a male character in the Traveller Pirates of Drinax Campaign.

Current Stats

Name	Brick
Age
Home world
Rads	0
Species	Human
Sex, Gender, Orientation	Male, Man

Characteristics

Characteristic	Healthy	Current	DM	Notes
Strength	8	8	0
Dexterity	11	11	+1
Endurance	11	11	+1
Intellect	6	6	0
Education	6	6	0
Social	3	3	-1

Possessions

Weapons

Weapon	TL	Range	Damage	KG	Cost	Magazine	Power Pack Cost	Traits

Armour

Type	TL	Rad	Protection	KG	Options

Augments

Type	TL	Location	Improvement	KG	Options

Equipment

Assets

Backstory

BRICK.... A name that conjures the image of someone who is strong but perhaps not blessed in the brain department. Brick was not fond of his name, but he could not deny that it somewhat suited him. Just like a Brick, he never really knew what his purpose should be, his life had been laid out in front of him by his father. Follow his footsteps into the military. Without any better ideas and true to his name he went where he was placed. Although, as so often was the case, it didn't really go according to plan.

Brick failed the Marine entrance exam, and his father was furious. His father had been angry with him before, but this was different. "Maybe some time on the streets will toughen you up, the school of hard knocks is what you need. Although you'll probably end up failing there too". He sneered cruelly as the door slammed. He was right though, Brick couldn't cut it on the streets. After months of eking out a living, the universe threw him a lifeline. He got drafted by the army. They were out looking for likely lads on the streets, disposable and with a tendency for violence. Brick didn't particularly want to be a grunt, but it had to be better than this.

To his surprise, it suited him. A mindless grunt who didn't have to think, and just went and did as he was told. Brick enjoyed the structure and found strength and support in the unit around him. Individually he did not excel but his unit gained renown for their tight-knit bonds and prowess in holding seemingly indefensible positions. They were known as The Iron Wall.

After several terms in the army, he ended up where his father had wanted him to be, the Marines. Posting after posting, mission after mission, it all became a blur. Towards the end of his second term, his unit was chosen for an extraction mission with low odds of success. He did not realize it yet, but this was where his military career would come to an end.

He awoke, groggy and disoriented. The muffled screams of pain echoed through his head. Where am I? I must be on something. He could hear a cheerful humming, and two bright eyes and a smile came into focus. "Morning sleepy head!" she said cheerfully. "Do you know your name?"

"Brick?" he muttered groggily. "Ah excellent, your brain isn't completely scrambled then. My name is Heloise, and if it hadn't been for me you would have lost a lot more than just your arm and your unit" she stated in a brusque matter-of-fact sort of way. Seeing Brick's obvious shock at the news and panic at seeing what was left of his arm, Heloise quickly changed tack. "Oh I'm terribly sorry, I'm a scientist and my subjects in the lab are not often alive. My bedside manners leave something to be desired". Brick merely grunted as he began to process the multitude of his loss. He eventually managed a "Thank-you" and then passed out again.

He came to again a few days later to find that Heloise was gone. The nurse on duty smiled sympathetically at him and indicated a pile of paper on the bedside table. On top was a handwritten letter:

Dear Brick,

I do hope you are feeling better, sorry that I had to dash but I have matters to attend to. I spoke to your commander from the Marines, and long story short. They don't want you anymore. You have been officially discharged. A summary of your severance package is on your bedside table. A bit rough I know, but on the bright side they will pay for a prosthetic for you! Check out the pamphlet with the latest options, I circled the one that I think is best. I'm a little jealous actually, might have to get an augment or two of my own. Anyway, I'm getting sidetracked. When you're up on your feet you should come to find me on planet Murdok. I'm heading there to do humanitarian work and to be honest, could really do with some help and protection. I expect to see you there within a few weeks.

All the best,

Heloise.

P.s. I left a sketch pad and pencils on your nightstand. Give your hands something other to do than hold a gun.

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