Lance Sargent
| Stargate: Underground | |
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| Dungeon Master | |
| Adam | |
| Exploration Team | |
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Xiao Xing - Team Leader (Chinese) Jasmine Finch - Medic (American) Marja Broznawski - Weapon Specialist (Polish) Lance Sargent - Systems Engineer (American) Eurydice - Cultural Relations (Alien) | |
| Mission Clock | |
| 2 days, 2.5 hours | |
| Expedition Notes | |
| Region A | |
| Expedition Resorces | |
| Weapons - Survival - Recovered | |
| Extras | |
| House Rules - Bestiary |
((Work in progress))
Vitals
| Name: Lance Sargent
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Place of Birth: Walla Walla, Washington Height: 7'1" |
Description
The first thing you notice about Lance is his height. At a towering seven feet (and one inch he says), it's unlikely he has to stretch to change lightbulbs or putting the star on top of the Christmas Tree.
The second thing you notice is his name. Lance is a Petty Officer Third Class in the United States Navy, and having the full title of "Petty Officer Third Class Lance Sargent" makes a lot of people in the military try not to laugh.
Background
Lance was born and raised in the tiny town of Walla Walla, Washington. It's not the tiniest town (little over thirty thousand people) but definitely not a large city. Lance wasn't the smartest person around, but he was tall, strong, healthy and determined (and having an eidetic memory didn't hurt). He got into Texas A&M on a football scholarship (defensive lineman for the curious) to major in Chemical Engineering. This was going swimmingly until he damaged his collarbone in a game. The injury was sufficient to drop him from the team, which sadly ended up dropping his scholarship.
After the injury healed in his home in Texas, he was packing up his things when he was approached by a Navy recruiter. A few days later, Lance had enlisted and was on his way to basic training. Officially, Lance's Military Occupational Specialty is a Utilitiesman. What he hasn't stated however is that he was attached to the United States Naval Construction Force, better known as the "Seabees".
During a routine checkup, Lance had a reaction to a standard injection that led to an offer from an Air Force Major, offering the Petty Officer a chance at a highly classified, one of a kind assignment. Lance took the offer and joined the Seabee unit that was attached to Atlantis before it departed for the Pegasus galaxy.
Since then, Lance is one of the few with the ATA gene and is known for having taken a LOT of movies and TV shows with him on the voyage. Good thing RIAA's authority doesn't extend to the Pegasus galaxy!
Merits
- Ancient Technology Activation Gene 3
- Eidetic Memory 2
- Giant 4
- Status 1
United States Navy
Attributes and Traits
Attributes
| Intelligence | 2 | Wits | 2 | Resolve | 3 | ||
| Strength | 3 | Dexterity | 2 | Stamina | 3 | ||
| Presence | 2 | Manipulation | 1 | Composure | 3 |
Derived Traits
- Size 6
- Speed 10
- Defense 2
- Armor 2/3
- Initiative Mod +6
Other Traits
- Health 9
- Willpower 6
- Morality 7
Skills
Mental
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Physical
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Equipment
Weapons
Glock 23 Compact, .40 S&W
Dice Mod: 2 (9 again), total dice pool: 8
Range: 25/50/100
Magazine: 12+1
Size: 1/S
Location: Carried
Remington 700, .308 Winchester
Dice Mod: 4 (9 again), total dice pool: 10
Range: 200/400/800 (No penalty at short range, 1/2 penalty medium, -3 long)
Magazine: 5+1
Size: 3
Location: Apartment, in locked container
Gear
Paramedic First Aid Kit
Dice Mod: 2 (Total dice pool: 11)
Location: Trunk of car
Vehicles
1969 Pontiac GTO
Base Vehicle: Muscle Car
Durability: 3
Structure: 15
Size: 12
Acceleration per turn: 65 mph
Safe Speed: 75 mph
Max Speed: 195 mph
Handling Bonus: 5 (Total Dice pool: 10)
Land Rover Defender
Durability: 3
Structure: 13
Size: 13
Acceleration per turn: 12 mph
Safe Speed: 60 mph
Max Speed: 100 mph
Handling Bonus: 1 (Total dice pool: 6)
The Doctor's Bitchin' Ride
Evan's car, the "Judge". The idling of it's engine sounds like the growling of a jungle cat, the roar of the open throttle more akin to a great bear just before it charges. It eagerly chases down those it finds to be it's enemies or prey. During a chase, it corners as easily as any street racer and it's acceleration finds new heights, twisting the entire vehicle onto it's rear axle in it's glee to hunt.
The GTO itself was the brainchild of three men. Russell Gee, Bill Collins and John DeLorean (yes, that DeLorean). The 1969 variant was five years in the making of the GTO line, and considered by many to be the culmination of the line, depending on who you talk with of course.
Evans' specific car is of the '69 Pontiac GTO Judge with the Ram Air IV intake, of which there were only five built. This gave the car 370 HP from it's 400 CID V8 big block engine. (canon ends here) In actuality, there were eight of these cars built, as the first three were given to the three designers. This car was the seventh off the line, and it's had a shakey history since.
It passed through five different owners before it came to John's father, each one proclaiming that the car was strange, almost having to wrestle with it to drive it, and that it was a hangar queen. The problems died down a little under Marc's care, who almost seemed to baby the vehicle when it was on the street and in the garage. Marc gave it a few modern tune-ups, boosting it's horsepower to new heights.
When Marc gave the Judge to John as a gift for completing his residency and thus gaining his medical diploma, the car seemed surly as it came to San Fransisco, slow to get to speed and handling sluggishly. In his off-hours from the hospital, John worked on the vehicle in the garage below "Guardian House", adding a sway bar to give it better handling, as well as stiffer shocks. The car mostly stayed in the garage, except on the few weekends the doctor was off duty.
John has since made some more additions to the car, mostly in the trunk and back seat. In a fake floor of the trunk, there's a flip-up containing a lot of medical gear. Considering how often the trunk is opened, John thought it best that the legal stuff be kept there if the police ever got too curious. The rear seat, also in a flip up, is where John keeps his arsenal of weapons against the supernatural. From salt to keep ghosts at bay, to a blessed shotgun loaded with white-phosphorous shells to make a daemon think twice, to a box of .40 caliber silver rounds for the odd werewolf who goes off the reservation.
One night, when John was at a bar, a lone (and cute) female faerie of the Summer Court was being chased by the Wyld Hunt. John took great exception to this, and hopped in his car. Lying in wait along a side street, the girl ran down it, with the Hunt close on her heels. John turned on the car. The engine responded with an enthusiastic roar, the lights flipping up like the eyes of a beast opening. The girl and the hunt stopped in their collective tracks, staring at the car like a herd of deer in it's headlights.
With his foot barely on the gas, the car lurched forward, again and again like a guard dog on a chain begging to be released. John still doesn't know to this day whether it was his foot slipping or the car itself. He finally stomped on the gas, the car's engine roaring loud enough to crack a nearby window as it reared up onto it's rear axle, smoke pealing from the rear tires. It tore after the Wyld Hunt, who were now afraid of this machine and it's driver.
After that chase, the car responded more to John's movements as he was behind the wheel. It was almost as though it were pleased with him. Since then, man and machine have hunted together through the streets of San Francisco. Recently, a gang of fae youths would play chicken with Evans and the car. They have since rued their mistake after the car catching a few of them, and John loading up his shotgun with steel birdshot.
