Name: Padrick "One-Shot" Larkin
Age: 30
Rank (Below Sergeant): Corporal
Appearance: Padrick is about 6' tall, but is very thin and has a gaunt look. His hair is jet black, which contrasts strongly with his pale skin. He has tribal tattoos running up one side of his face and his eyes have been described as "Empty and soulless, with a cold dead stare". He wears a lighter scout version of the M3 armour with a necklace made from an old rabbits foot. The words "One Shot One Kill are inscribed on the side of his rifle and his armour has some strange markings on it, which he claims are ancient blessings from his ancestors.
Weapons: M42C Sniper Rifle with adjustable scope for close quarters aiming, M4A4 Pistol with Anti-Personnel and Armor Piercing ammo, Proximity triggered explosives (if possible), Large combat knife "size of a machete" strapped to his back and grenades.
Misc gear: Lucky rabbits foot, Goggles with nightvision, infrared and wireless link to scope on rifle, a motion sensor and basic med kit.
Personality: Padrick has a tendency to be cold and distant, but if engaged in conversation he has a tendency to be short and rude with people. He has lost much of his faith and now only continues to serve because it is the only life he knows. He has severe trust issues, going so far as to really only trust the squad he is with to cover his back, just as he will for them. As a rule he refuses to let people get close. He is extremely proud of his marksmanship and considers any shot he misses to be a personal insult against him, from anything that could have affected his shot.
Back story: Padrick was raised on a small mining colony on a small barren world. From an early age he was told storys by his parents of the lush green islands his ancestors once lived on. He was so fascinated by these tails once he was old enough he joined the USCM in the hopes he would one day find a place such as his parents described. He was quickly noticed for his expert marksmanship and was sent to train as a sniper. It was in training he met his future spotter Baz and they became quick friends. For years they worked as a team, sometimes on large scale operations and sometime with just the two of them, always making it through even the toughest of missions. Until just over a year ago, it was supposed to be a routine assassination mission. They were suppossed to just slip in, kill a rebel leader and get out, but due to bad intelligence they were ambushed. Padrick escaped but Baz didn't. Since then he has had severe trust issues with non-field commanders. He has also taking to working alone and refuses to team up with a new spotter, but under orders he has agreed to join the squad investigating the distress call.
. I am clueless in the Imperial System so I wasn't too sure on the height and weight ratio. Which number should I bump up, the weight? And by how much?
