Name: Lug 

Age: 46

Gender: Agender

Species: Ork

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A standalone Nob of advanced age, Lug has grown up to be 10 feet tall over the years and has gotten several shades darker than the bright green of his youth.

Planet of Residence: N/A, lives on his ship.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral, Lug doesn't care about petty things like good or evil. All he wants are good fights, drinkable grog, and things to fix.

Faction: Mercenaries

Position/Occupation: Mek Boy, a sub order of Ork. Mek Boyz are belched into existence with an instinctual knowledge as to how machines work. As such they are perfect for quick fixes and dangerous, if not chaotic, weapons.

Psionic?: Besides the 'Ead Powa he has none.

Weapon: 
-Ork Big Shoota: A powerful gun with lots of slugs and not a lot of accuracy. The thing uses a specialty ammunition known only by Orks that is quite the doosy when they make contact with people. 
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1. A solid-fuel rocket propellant base
2. An outer casing containing conventional charge 
3. Gyrostabiliser
4. Mass-reactive fuse. Has a split-second timer to delay detonation upon impact until after the shot penetrates the target.
5. Hardened diamantine penetrating tip. This allows for the slug to penetrate most armor before detonation.
6. Main Charge
7. Depleted uranium core. This is a very dense material, adding weight and thus momentum to the round when in flight. This aids in the slug's penetration of the victim.[/hider]

Powa Fist: His left hand is an unconventional powerfist when in melee mode. The faulty wiring gives his punches an exceptionally electrifying punch.

Personality: A mean, green, fighting machine. Lug is typical for his species in all aspects save for his drive to be independent. He loathes when people tell him what to do and as such hates the Warboss's of his people. Traveling the stars has filled Lug with a purpose greater than the constant wars of Morkathal, fighting for a profit. It isn't very hard to sway his services, jingle enough credits his direction and he will switches sides in an instant. However, his fee jumps exponentially should he already be with another faction.

Backstory: Lug started out life as your average boy, belched out of the earth punching and kicking. Afterwards he was given some clothes to wear, a choppa to chop with, and sent forwards to kill things. Life was simple for the green ball of anger and drunken rage, however something was missing. That something was his Mek instincts telling him to fix all the useless guns and meks lying around. Eventually he got to them, satisfying his itch while making his tribe even more powerful. Now armed to the teeth, his tribe mopped the floor with the weaker tribes and eventually became a thorn in the resident Warband's side.

The current war boss had enough when this little tribe took out his major supply route with well placed charges and a lot of orkpower. This act of defiance sparked the powder keg of war between the war boss and the tribe in what would be called "Da Runt War" which would end a decade later with the warbosses head on a boss pole and Lug's boss the new War Boss of the region. As a reward for supplying the tribe with better Dakka, War Boss Smashface gave Lug a broken down ship that they had found deep in one of the many jungles of Morkathal. Jump forward twenty years and Lug had a space worthy, if not ratty looking, ship. Several years of travelling and battle through the stars Lug has gained enough of a name for himself as a mercenary that other Orks have begun to join him on his journey through the stars as his loyal crew. 

Other: N/A

Theme Song (Optional):
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