Character creation help requested: Platoon

[Wormhole]

Building a supermercenary villain for my next campaign. His sheet is near completion (see attachment below), but I hit a bit of writer's block and I need help finishing out his flavor text, specifically his Background and Personality/Motivations sections. While some comments on the stats will be welcome, I am primarily interested in ideas for his background rather than mechanic stuff at the moment. Thanks In Advance

[Hermit]

First of all, I love the fact you used the last name "Tuttle". I did that once for my invisible super soldier Kilroy :) M*A*S*H* reruns FOREVER!

I'm looking him over, no promises, but if something comes to me I'll share.

[Powerhouse]

Is he a stripped down version of Battalion? ;)

For those who don't get the reference, Battalion was a member of the Team Titans (related to the Teen Titans) before Zero Hero made things all wonky and the book got canceled anyway.

Maybe he was a member of the Image team Brigade?

[Hermit]

See what you think, and you'll need to change it if Project: Sunburst didn't happen in your world. You may notice that the same thing that could now be a surefire way to kill him (A nuke) is what gave him the powers in the first place. I find that ironic, but it might make no sense to others.

Oh, and you may want to run my stuff through a spell/grammar checker, I'm doing this raw.

Background/History: 1994- Corporal Tuttle glanced down at the odd uniform they'd given him. The padding didn't seem like typical protection, there was an odd liquid feel to one of the layers, "Now, what's this suit supposed to do again?" He was begining to have second thoughts about this. This 'Project: Sunburst' was awfully cryptic. Still, after nearly ending up under review for sexual harrasment charges ("a man lays a little flattery down, and some chick goes ballistic"), Ted knew he better do his best to stay in the good graces of his superiors. Besides, the pay was going to be good. Not that he'd seen a dime yet.

The technician seemed in a rush to speed this up, but took time to respond, "Each of you has been given a different variation of the survival suit, so we can match and compare."

"Survival suit," Tuttle said suspiciously, "Uh huh. How come it feels like someone dropped waterwings down my drawers? and surviving 'what'? Desert training I assume?"

The technician frowned, and interupted, "It feels like that due to the elements of heavy water incorporated into to the outfit. Now excuse me."

"When do I get paid?" Tuttle caught the tech's arm, "The bonus I mean?"

"Afterwards I'm sure everything will be sorted out," The tech was sweating, like some school boy seeing a large bully coming around the corner and in a hurry to get away from him.

"Fine," Tuttle noted the man's face, making it very clear he was I.D.ing the guy for future reference, "I'll -hold- you to that." Then he let the tech go. And yeah, it was a threat. A man puts his life on the line, he gets paid. It was a rule Tuttle firmly believed in.

Ten minutes later, the nuke went off. 200 men, each in different forms of protection, found themselves engulfed in the power of the sun made manifest. Most died, some went into a coma, and some, well, they became something more. As for Tuttle, he was vaporized. Not a trace of him remained.

"Which, frankly, shouldn't have happened," One of the scientists admited to the general.

"He should have lived?" The general seemed incredulous, "Is that what you're saying?"

"No, it's not that, but you see, well, the suit he wore was meant to prevent mass loss. Heck, if anything, it should have drawn it in. As you know, heavy water is the stuff they use to capture neutrinos."

The general's eyes indicated his growing boredom, "I don't give a rat's *** if it's how you catch hookers in Fiji. Let's move on..."

Intimidated as the scientist was, the subject was dropped.

And that would have been the last of Corporal Ted Tuttle, if he hadn't been so rude as to rematerilize a month later in the exact same location, and then rematerialize, and rematerilize, and soon there were dozens of the same man standing around.

"I... what the hell?" Tuttle didn't exactly know what was going on. He soon found he could 'pull himself together' but doing so made him heavy. It was as if he had enough mass for, well, an army. It wasn't hard to figure out the operation he'd been used for was a rogue one, or that some folks would want him shut up, controlled, or dead.

And he STILL hadn't been paid.

It was that last one that really pissed him off, so grabbing some gear "in trade" and calling up some old buddies who'd gone into the merc biz full time, he decided to take some jobs where he could name his own price, and no, he wouldn't be cheaper by the dozen.

Personality/Motivation: Platoon is a very black and white kind of guy, only instead of seeing things as good or evil, there is simply paid, or not. "The Worker is worthy of his hire" is the only verse in the bible he remembers, and the only one he agrees with. He's willing to harm, threaten, or kill anyone required by his employers, but it's nothing personal, it's just business. Anyone else would do the same he thinks, if paid enough , everyone has a price. Platoon just happens to know what his price IS.
On the flip side, when someone pays you, you give them what they ask for. Platoon is dedicated to sticking with the job and EARNING that cash.

His other major distraction is the dames. If anything can get him to lower prices below his norm, it's some leggy blonde putting the moves on him. Heck, he once worked for Teleios in exchange for the use of some of the mastermind's sexier creations. Tuttle prefers them gorgeous, and shall we say, not overly endowed with deep ruminations or complex thought patterns. The grass is always greener on the other side though, and he's about as faithful as a stray cat.

Platoon has no real long term plans, though he has considered settling down for a few years with just one boss if he/she pays regularly and well. He's also thought about looking up the other surviving members of Project: Sunburst. It's not like he needs a team or anything, he IS one after all, all by himself, but still, maybe he could form a new network for merceneries, nothing so trite as a super villain group, but a guild or co-op akin to the Dragon Branch of VIPER, but with more independence over all.

Then he notices the next set of breasts walking by and forgets about any such far away plans.

[Wormhole]

Hermit, you truly are the master.:thumbup: I love it, and I'm literally kicking myself for not having thought of the Project: Sunburst angle myself.

Thanks again buddy. :)

[Wormhole]

Is he a stripped down version of Battalion? ;)

For those who don't get the reference, Battalion was a member of the Team Titans (related to the Teen Titans) before Zero Hero made things all wonky and the book got canceled anyway.

Maybe he was a member of the Image team Brigade?
I'm not all that familiar with Battalion, all I know of the Teen Titans is from the cartoon. I do get the Battalion/Platoon joke though. :)

[Hermit]

Hermit, you truly are the master.:thumbup: I love it, and I'm literally kicking myself for not having thought of the Project: Sunburst angle myself.

Thanks again buddy. :)

You're welcome.

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:D

[Wormhole]

Update: I plan to post the finished write-up here soon, I just need to double check to make sure their are no gross math errors or the like. I should have it up by tomorrow at the lastest.