Dishonorably discharged from the Kaw City People’s Militia after a misunderstanding involving a cask of medium sherry and the General’s youngest daughter, Grunter spent much of the last decade as a freelance mercenary.
Looking for a new challenge (not to mention a significant pay day), he’s heading underground to kick ass and chew gum. And he’s all out of ass …er gum. Whatever.
Silas “Grunter” McAskill the Human
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Unstable Squaddie (4)
Bowie knife; brass knuckles; crazy eyes -
Canine Companion (3)
Accompanied by a pack of semi-wild dogs (and a strong doggy smell); poop scoop; old tennis ball -
Action Archeologist (3)
Bullwhip; fedora; leather satchel; athletic; no actual knowledge of archaeology -
Psychic (2) (from @glutnix)
Knows when to hold em, knows when to fold em; magic 8-ball; sensitivity to bad vibes
