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[u][i][b]Name:[/b][/i][/u] ‘Eadbanga

[u][i][b]Species:[/b][/i][/u] Ork

[u][i][b]'Rank'/Type:[/b][/i][/u] Boyz

[u][i][b]Age:[/b][/i][/u] 103

[u][i][b]Klan:[/b][/i][/u] Bad Moon
 
[u][i][b]Appearance:[/b][/i][/u] ‘Eadbanga is about 6’5” tall, and almost equally wide. His skin is a sage green color, leathery and stretched over bulging, corded muscles all along his arms, chest, and legs. He has a large lantern shaped jaw, with two jutting tusks that jut up from his bottom lip and rise up about in line with his pig-like nose. A gold cap covers his left tusk. A heavy caveman-like brow ridge hangs over his eyes, which like most Orks are a bright red color.  His arms are long, longer than a normal ‘ummies, his large claw tipped fingers reaching past his waistline. Squat, thick and bow-legged, ‘Eadbanga waddles around unless he is running, in which case it is a comical looking bouncing lope. His head is bald, save for a large stiff Mohawk of alternating yellow and black vertical stripes. He has large very pointy ears, with several gold rings on each one. 

In his normal dress ‘Eadbanga wears a beat-up and patchy black leather jacket over his muscular torso. The jacket is adorned with big metal shoulder pads, with spikey bits poking out. The back of the jacket is embroidered with a crude looking Bad Moons logo, and has his name stitched above the Klan symbol. He wears a pair of baggy black and yellow tiger stripe camo pants, synched around his waist with a broad leather belt. His pants are tucked into a large pair of black leather combat boots, usually untied. His boots are capped with a metal toe and heel, with a big pointy spike on the toes for maximum kickin’ powa. He also wears a pair of fingerless gloves, the knuckles of the gloves covered in metal spikey bits. 

Oh, and he can’t ever be without his shades. Big aviator looking glasses that ‘Eadbanga is totally convinced make him look kooler than kool, [i]and[/i] let him see in the dark. 

[u][i][b]Personality:[/b][/i][/u] What’s the point of killin’, if you don’t look good while ya do it? ‘Eadbanda always has to be the koolest most badass looking Ork. Style, money, fame, all of that drive him forward in life. He has a pretty one-track mind, simply wanting to score sweet loot, lots of teef, and have every Ork around know that ‘Eadbanga is the biggest, toughest, and most stylishly Orky Ork around.

[u][i][b]History:[/b][/i][/u] Growin’ up as a Bad Moon has its ups and downs. As a good thing, ‘Eadbanga always had a constant supply of teef. As a bad thing, he often got stomped by bigger, meaner Nobz for those teef. Since he was always getting kicked around by bigger Orks, ‘Eadbanga had to learn how to foight in order to keep his teef. He got pretty good at brawlin’ with tougher Orks, able to last longer and longer before his teef were kicked in each time some Nob came looking to collect. After awhile he decided that the only thing that was gonna keep the Nobz away was to make sure he looked mean and looked good. He also realized that if he spent his teef, then no one could come around and take them. In between battles and raids in which he would collect gear and cobble together bits of armor and weapons, which he then either used or sold to other Orks. He started getting pretty good at making Orks give him more teef for his stuff, and he started to use his merchant skills to buy sweeter gear, bigger guns, and then turn around and sell it for a profit. He got so good, that eventually one Warboss took notice of how many of the Boyz were getting ripped off from ‘Eadbanga, that he made the Ork cut him a piece of the profit or get stomped. Well, despite not being the sharpest spikey bit around, having less teef but all his bones intact rather than no teef and no bones intact sounded like a pretty good deal. So he worked as the Warboss’s personal wheeler and dealer, buying and selling, and making a good profit since the Warboss let him keep a small share just so he could keep working. 

In order to get the sweetest loot, ‘Eadbanga had to spend a lot of time with the Orks with all the know-how. That meant hanging out with the Mekboyz usually. They could always slap together a sick ride, bigger and dakkier gunz, and make things loud and fast. He spent so much time with them, that he became obsessed with everything big and loud. Roaring engines, smokey exhaust, and supa fast speed all became something that he HAD to have. Especially the loud part. He figured that if something was big and loud it [i]had[/i] to be kool and badass, since all the Orks wanted the things he sold that were louder and faster than the others. He wanted something for himself that he could carry around instead of riding in a Bike or Trukk, and when he was raiding a ‘ummie planet he stumbled across a weird looking string covered thing. Unsure of what it was, he decided that since [i]he[/i] didn’t know what it was that no one did, and that made it something he wanted. So he grabbed it, took it back, and eventually through playing around with it figured out that if you plucked the strings it made noise. And if it makes noise, then you can always find a way to make that noise louder. And thus, ‘Eadbanga found his greatest joy in life.

He eventually got tired of working for the old Warboss, and got cocky and wanted to keep all the teef he was making. So he just packed up all of his stuff, slung his Geetar over his shoulder, and walked out of the Tribe. Of course he did it in the middle of the night, since he didn’t want the Warboss to know he was leaving. He traveled through various Tribes, smuggling goods and spending a bit of time in each spot before moving on, knowing that if he stayed too long then someone would eventually want to take all his teef again. He spent a lot of time with a tribe of Snakeboyz, since their more primitive ways made it a bit easier for him to sell his junk without raising a lot of suspicion. It was there, in one of the squig pens, that ‘Eadbanga found Lil Banga. The Herda who was breeding the Squigs said that the miniature Squiggoth was a mistake, that he would likely be eaten since it was a failed experiment in cross breeding several types of Squigs. ‘Eadbanga, listening to the growling and yipping of the tiny beast, instantly got attached as he was completely convinced the little Squig was talking to him. He traded the Herda for it, almost paying more than the Ork was asking since he wanted it so badly.

After traveling for several years, participating in odd raids with random Tribes he came across, stealing and always rokin’ out on the road. He eventually fell in with a gang of Freebooterz, hearing about how they were always out stealing loot and making tons of teef while they flew through space.

[u][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/u] There is only one thing that ‘Eadbanga knows how to do well, even better than foightin’. And that’s rokin’ out like there is no tomorrow. Hammering away on his Kustom Geetar, ‘Eadbanga plays his sick solos and riffs, shreddin’ away even in the middle of a foight. He’s a good brawler too, since every good rokstar needs to be able to thrash like a boss in the moshpit. Whether its punchin’, kickin’, or ‘eadbuttin’, ‘Eadbanga knows that the only thing that goes best with ‘eavy metal is the sound of bones crunchin’. 

Outside of kombat, he’s pretty good a swindlin’ deals for more loot, kooler gear, and modifications to his Geetar. He might be seen as a bit tricky to others, since he can usually get more for his teef than they thought. Due to his time working on his own Geetar, and spending a lot of time with Mekboyz, he’s a fair grease monkey as well and enjoys working on Bikes and Trukks to get them even louda and fasta.

[u][i][b]Equipment: [/b][/i][/u]

[b]Kustom Geetar:[/b] Nicknamed “[i]Shredda[/i],” ‘Eadbanga’s Geetar is his pride and joy. He’s spent a lot of time tinkerin’ and modifyin’, and probably will never stop. Currently, [i]Shredda[/i] has a body that resembles a big circular saw. When he grabs it by the neck he can power it up, sending it into a ripping spin that lets him cut through enemies. The neck is heavily reinforced and bolted together, and just in case the enemies are a little far away for kickin’ and rippin’, ‘Eadbanga has included a flamethrower in the neck. 

[b]‘Oom Boxx:[/b] What’s a better than ‘eavy metal? Louder ‘eavy metal. A backpack mounted jerry-rigged amplifier, which doubles as both a sweet volume enhancer for his Geetar and has fuel cans for his flamer. Two big speakers jut up over his shoulders, decorated with metal bits so they look like open fanged jaws. Always cranked up to 11.

[b]Knoife:[/b] Just a standard, jagged looking small stabby blade. Used more for picking his teef and cutting up food than foightin, but every Orks gotta have a good Choppa around.

[b]Ciggies:[/b] Who knows what these rolled up, stinky cigars are filled with? ‘Eadbanga doesn’t even know, he just grabs whatever and rolls it up and smokes it. Kool Orks always smoke. 

[u][i][b]Miscellaneous: [/b][/i][/u]

[b]Lil Banga:[/b] ‘Eadbanga’s personal squig pet. To him Lil Banga isn’t really a pet, but the sickest lead singer around. Lil Banga resembles a miniature Squiggoth, about the same size that a Dachshund would be to a ‘ummie, with stubby tusks, small sharp teef, and thick waddly legs. ‘Eadbanga is totally convinced that Lil Banga is not only a talented vocalist, but also is a complete genius. He often talks to the small creature and asks for advice. However, to anyone else it just looks like he’s talking to a regular, dumb squig. ‘Eadbanga says that he’s the only one that is smart enough to speak his language. And since he really believes it….maybe Lil Banga [i]can[/i] talk.

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