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Silas 'Grime' Kovic - Details

STR

19 (4)

DEX

13 (1)

CON

18 (4)

INT

14 (2)

WIS

15 (2)

CHA

17 (3)

Administer

2

Connect

2

Exert

-1

Fix

2

Heal

0

Know

-1

Lead

1

Notice

-1

Perform

-1

Pilot

0

Program

1

Punch

0

Shoot

1

Sneak

2

Stab

1

Survive

2

Talk

2

Trade

0

Work

0

MAX HP

75

Speed

30 ft

Occupation

Insurgent Commander / Master Miner

Archetype (i.e. Class)

Adventurer

AC

15

Age

51

Species

Human

Gender

Male


Backstory

Born Silas Kovic in the crushing depths of Furyan's lower crust, 'Grime' earned his moniker not just from the permanent layer of neutronium dust etched into his pores, but from the dirty, impossible jobs he survived where others perished. For decades, he was a cog in the Red Sun Dominion's resource extraction machine, watching kin die of lung-rot and collapsing shifts. His resentment calcified into a diamond-hard resolve, leading him to help found The Iron Veins.

While publicly he preaches the gospel of labor rights and kinetic resistance, his private life is consumed by a discovery he made twenty years ago: a fractured data-slate found in a collapsed tunnel that predated the Dominion's arrival. It contained fragmentary star charts referencing Anganagyr and a cache of 'Golden Gear'—terraforming tech capable of turning Furyan into a paradise, or a fortress. He hides this obsession carefully; The Iron Veins are hardened materialists who view ancient myths as distractions. To them, he is the pragmatic commander of the Crimson Gorge; in truth, he is a treasure hunter seeking the ultimate weapon to buy his planet's freedom.


Description

A rugged, imposing figure, Grime looks like he was carved from the very rock of Furyan. His skin is leathery and permanently stained with dark soot, contrasting sharply with his piercing, intelligent blue eyes that burn with cold fire. He possesses a thick mane of salt-and-pepper hair, matted with dust and swept back from a high forehead. He wears reinforced, heavy-duty mining fatigues in dull greys and browns, patched with kinetic-dampening plates and adorned with the crimson armband of the resistance. His hands are massive, scarred, and always close to the heavy mag-pistol strapped to his thigh.
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