Name: Chase Brannigan
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Role: Muscle, Gun for Hire
Appearance:
"Oh yeah I saw the guy, he was like....maybe six one or six two? Wasn't all that broad, but looked like he could take care of himself, weighted maybe a hundred and eighty? Hard to tell really, he was wearing one of those browncoats and something underneath too, made him look bigger. He had long blonde hair too, didn't look like it suited him actually, he was like a rough and tumble lookin guy, but his hair was really nice, like really nice...and a scruffy goatee. Blue eyes too, I noticed that, and he had a cut going across his nose, horizontally just under his eyes. Heck if whatever had cut him had done it a little higher probably would have blinded him.
So yeah he was wearing the eh browncoat, it had a patch on the side but I didn't get a real good look at it...and he was wearin' a hat, you know...those ones with the high crown and a wide brim, lighter colour then the coat. Looked like he had been wearing his jeans and boots for a real long time, you could tell he had gone far in em, jeans were a bit faded, looked like they had seen lots of sand hitten'em hard. He was packin heat, on his left hip. The coat covered it up for the most part, but I spotted it! He was wearing a shirt too, just a regular old shirt. So....how about that drink?"
Personality: Chase Brannigan was at one point in his life a really nice guy, always glad to help out a friend or a stranger. You'd never see him without a smile on his face! That was then, this is now. Chase Brannigan put a great degree of himself into the Unification War, and when the Indepentants were crushed at Serenity Valley, so was he. He walked into hell, and didn't come back the same man. Where once his eyes sparkled with hope and playful wonder now there's a distant look, like he's never quite there. He's still willing to help people, but he expects compensation. He's among the best at what he does when he's sober, so there's usually a demand which he's glad to supply to, any noble or patriotic idea's don't tend to cross his mind anymore....its all about getting the pay so he can crawl back into the bottom of a bottle.
At his very core Chase is probably still quite a good person, but he put his faith in something that didn't work out, and it hit him hard. Most positive emotions appear to be quite drowned by negative emotions (and the hooch). He clearly has some loyalties to his old life as a ranger in the browncoats, as can be seen by the fact that he hasn't pawned his rifle and coat for booze money, he hasn't even re-coloured the coat as so many others did so they could forget. He's also quick to turn to fisticuffs when someone badmouths his old unit, the 66th Wailing Phantoms. He also still has the beret presented to everyone to completed their ranger training in the unit, but never wears it.
Background: Chase was born on an Independent world, and it was real nice growing up there but all good things come to an end. After the destruction of Shadow the young Mr. Brannigan signed up to fight the good fight. In the army he started off as a scout, but soon got the trainings to become a ranger, learning all about long distance reconnaissance, how to shoot a man from so far away you could barely see him, or if needs be, how to punch him in the face and take out as many teeth as possible when you do. Not to mention all the general sneaking about and what not. Chase was good at it too, "the last thing you never saw" was the word about him. Of course, all the soldiers came up with ways to make themselves and their buddies sound as badass as possible, you could never rightly know when it was bravado. But when it came to Chase, watching him with his rifle was poetry in motion. He made a few extra bucks in between battlefields in boxing ring, soldiers do love to gamble.
The 66th Wailing Phantoms flew from world to world, engagement to engagement, all sorts of fighting going on and each time there was Chase, sneaking in behind enemy lines, sniping an Officer here, rescuing hostages there. For a while, he genuinely believed they could win. But eventually Serenity Valley came. Chase Brannigan is the solesurviving member of the 66th Wailing Phantoms, and even he was half dead when they dragged him out of a trench during the retreat. Serenity Valley wasn't the last battle of the war, but like so many others, it was for him. After the war Chase crawled back to a borderworld where he could make a living putting his killing trade to work, where he could sell most of his crap and drown his sorrows in cheap whiskey, slightly less cheap prostitutes and some smokes. At one point he tried to clean himself up, became a good natured soldier of fortune, a mercenary thinking he could make a shit whole system a little bit better. That didn't really work out and he became a drunk again, only sobering up when he needed to do a job so he could continue to pay for what he needed.
Having blown the brains out of too many people where he currently is, he's found himself increasingly unwelcome as he brings a bad element following him, people who want him dead for applying his trade on a friend or loved one....or he owes them money for something else. So with every wannabe, outlaw, gangster and pimp on his trail on that world, he's once again sobered up for a moment and gotten work on a ship, hoping to work for them to put enough money in his pocket to set himself up on another world.
