Lore for the DW:SC character on screen (very cool FA btw) Name: Dexter Last name: [redacted] Code name: GODBRINGER Age: 35 Weight: 90 Kilos (Large Portion Consists Of Muscle Weight) Hight: 190cm Religion: Maronite Catholic Background: Lebanese Perk: Artillerist Pledge: Pledge [][][][][][] Skill set: Accurate ranged combatant, Skilled in close combat. Weapon Profession: Ranged Personality: [ Information has been removed by [][][][][] ] Audio + Visual Profile 1 [ AI GENERATION OF SUBTITLES FROM INTERVIEW RECORDING ] : sigh "Afternoon," sigh "I am Agent Dexter, I have dedicated [] pledges to the [][][][][][], I grew up in New Earth as a Lebanese and At the age of 18 I served in the [ ], I worked my way up the ranks to the rank of [ ]. I fought in countless wars and at the age of 22 was married, And had 2... 2 [ INAUDIBLE ] kids.... At [ INAUDBILE] . At 28 I sustained major war wounds to my spinal column my arms and my legs [ INAUDIBLE ] 2 years in hospital [ ] . The first year of my paralysis my… My wife…[ INAUDBILE ] criminal. It was then when I met Kazlen he helped me through my grief and anger and I gained a true friend. He began to inform me about the agency and that they could heal me. He put in an application for me and the agency agreed. I agreed to be apart of a scientific experiment with some new bio cybernetic program with the use of nanites for regeneration and I was put through a number of tests after being moved to the agency’s main laboratory. The multiple surgeries, injections and nanite controlled flows renewed me and increased my athletic abilities. The agency put me into this squad a year after my full recovery, we're soon going to a dead planet for [ INAUDBILE]. I hope [ INAUDIBLE ].
The Artilierist crawled out of the crevice he'd entered to weather the storm. He'd lost track of time after his AGENT had taken a bullet and cracked, so he'd had barely thrown himself into the little hole at the side of the cliff to not die from the toxins and the cold. He realized it hadn't been all that effective as he coughed up blood, but inbetween the miniscule cover the hole provided and the emergency respirator's he'd borrowed from Connor after he said he wouldn't go out looting tonight, claiming to be tired from yesterday. Turns out, that bastard's laziness had saved Percy's skin. He snapped out of his thoughts as he heard the coughing from one of the several scavs lying on the ground. He realized it was a sledgehammer scav with fear, quicking reaching for his silenced pistol he took to all his looting runs. He fired once, twice, and thrice until the persistent bastard finally dropped dead. Fucking hell, these guys were on another level. He knew that he'd drop dead with even just two shots, and this bastard had taken three *after* living through a goddamn storm. He realized, with panic, that the other scavs were getting up too. "Shit." He readied his Magnum Revolver, and executed a shotgun wielding scav, who had been relentless in pursuing him before the storm hit. After that, he emptied out his silenced gun, putting two to three bullets in the heads of all the scavs around him. The confidence he got from landing a kill with his hard-to-use revolver letting him fire without any recoil, and reload the gun before the final bullet left the chamber. Soon enough, he was surrounded by dead men. He went to grab some of the rations on the floor, but realized there was shouting in the distance. His revolver had made too much noise, and now the scavs were coming to get him. He was severely wounded, had no medical supplies, and was low on ammo after emptying it on the scavs that had chased him the night prior. Left with no choice, he pulled out a blue syringe. Injecting the UL1 into his veins, he ran back home, the cocktail of god-knows-what keeping his lungs full, and sprint consistent. Back at base, his allies were disappointed with how little he'd found. At least Connor's looting run from two night prior had brought them plenty of rations, so no one would be starving, but this looting run had been a net negative. He had to do better next time. If he kept this up, the entire group would wind up dead. He *had to* do better.
Lore for the DW:SC character on screen (very cool FA btw)
Name: Dexter
Last name: [redacted]
Code name: GODBRINGER
Age: 35
Weight: 90 Kilos (Large Portion Consists Of Muscle Weight)
Hight: 190cm
Religion: Maronite Catholic
Background: Lebanese
Perk: Artillerist
Pledge: Pledge [][][][][][]
Skill set: Accurate ranged combatant, Skilled in close combat.
Weapon Profession: Ranged
Personality: [ Information has been removed by [][][][][] ]
Audio + Visual Profile 1 [ AI GENERATION OF SUBTITLES FROM INTERVIEW RECORDING ] : sigh "Afternoon," sigh "I am Agent Dexter, I have dedicated [] pledges to the [][][][][][], I grew up in New Earth as a Lebanese and At the age of 18 I served in the [ ], I worked my way up the ranks to the rank of [ ]. I fought in countless wars and at the age of 22 was married, And had 2... 2 [ INAUDIBLE ] kids.... At [ INAUDBILE] . At 28 I sustained major war wounds to my spinal column my arms and my legs [ INAUDIBLE ] 2 years in hospital [ ] . The first year of my paralysis my… My wife…[ INAUDBILE ] criminal. It was then when I met Kazlen he helped me through my grief and anger and I gained a true friend. He began to inform me about the agency and that they could heal me. He put in an application for me and the agency agreed. I agreed to be apart of a scientific experiment with some new bio cybernetic program with the use of nanites for regeneration and I was put through a number of tests after being moved to the agency’s main laboratory. The multiple surgeries, injections and nanite controlled flows renewed me and increased my athletic abilities. The agency put me into this squad a year after my full recovery, we're soon going to a dead planet for [ INAUDBILE]. I hope [ INAUDIBLE ].
Well that explains why he's a bit fragile
The Artilierist crawled out of the crevice he'd entered to weather the storm. He'd lost track of time after his AGENT had taken a bullet and cracked, so he'd had barely thrown himself into the little hole at the side of the cliff to not die from the toxins and the cold. He realized it hadn't been all that effective as he coughed up blood, but inbetween the miniscule cover the hole provided and the emergency respirator's he'd borrowed from Connor after he said he wouldn't go out looting tonight, claiming to be tired from yesterday. Turns out, that bastard's laziness had saved Percy's skin.
He snapped out of his thoughts as he heard the coughing from one of the several scavs lying on the ground. He realized it was a sledgehammer scav with fear, quicking reaching for his silenced pistol he took to all his looting runs. He fired once, twice, and thrice until the persistent bastard finally dropped dead. Fucking hell, these guys were on another level. He knew that he'd drop dead with even just two shots, and this bastard had taken three *after* living through a goddamn storm.
He realized, with panic, that the other scavs were getting up too.
"Shit."
He readied his Magnum Revolver, and executed a shotgun wielding scav, who had been relentless in pursuing him before the storm hit. After that, he emptied out his silenced gun, putting two to three bullets in the heads of all the scavs around him. The confidence he got from landing a kill with his hard-to-use revolver letting him fire without any recoil, and reload the gun before the final bullet left the chamber. Soon enough, he was surrounded by dead men.
He went to grab some of the rations on the floor, but realized there was shouting in the distance. His revolver had made too much noise, and now the scavs were coming to get him. He was severely wounded, had no medical supplies, and was low on ammo after emptying it on the scavs that had chased him the night prior.
Left with no choice, he pulled out a blue syringe.
Injecting the UL1 into his veins, he ran back home, the cocktail of god-knows-what keeping his lungs full, and sprint consistent.
Back at base, his allies were disappointed with how little he'd found. At least Connor's looting run from two night prior had brought them plenty of rations, so no one would be starving, but this looting run had been a net negative.
He had to do better next time. If he kept this up, the entire group would wind up dead.
He *had to* do better.
Another OST for my playlist 👍
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@@FANHSGER Cпасибо за посещение
your OST is literally fire 🔥
keep up the good work!
Noice
In my opinion this is best one, keep going!!
Zamnnnn
sweet.
У вас I'd Этой музыки для использования в бумбоксе?
now make a boss theme, would be fire in my holdout run