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Name: HK
Do you play any other characters in Outer Divide? Transformers IDW Wing
[- Character Information -]
Character Name: PFC William Hudson, USCM
Fandom: Aliens
AU or OU: canon
Canon Point: Right when the xenomorphs boil up out of the floor in his last scene
Journal:game_over_man
Icon:
Appearance: 6’ tall, Hudson is a Caucasian male, muscular, with a tiny soul-patch below his lower lip. He’s wearing USCM armor. Here is a picture
History:
Wiki!
Just a few notes beyond the wiki from the novelization canon: Hudson is the comm tech of the 2/9th. He has minor abilities in hacking/working with computer systems—we do see this in the film, but his official title is comm tech. Also, he’s three weeks from finishing his 10 year hitch with the Marines: just on the verge of an honorable retirement!
Previous Game History: None
Personality:
Hudson’s a smartass. He’s been in the Marines for nine years, just on the verge of getting out, and he can TASTE it—serious shor-ttimer’s syndrome. He’s survived a lot and is a bit of a braggart about it, especially around women. (Vasquez doesn’t count). He’s got an interesting relationship with authority: in canon he pokes at Sgt Apone, but obeys orders. He’s prone to panic, especially around the unknown, but once again, when Hicks and Vasquez slap him down, he calms down. In the scene of his pull point, he’s covering the retreat of the others, almost knowing it’s not going to end well, and he’s not chickening out.
He IS a competent soldier, once you get around his attitude. He’s a team player, too, despite what seems to be narcissism: he never bails on the other Marines and runs to save his own ass or anything like that.
He’s a bit of a slacker and sarcastic, the kind of guy who made it through school by clowning around and pulling it out of his ass at the last minute. His ego and his abilities have gotten him by so far, just fine.
He will likely freak out at least once. He just wants to survive, get home, and retire with a bunch of hot babes and his well-earned pension. If given the chance to score some luxuries here (booze and babes) he’d likely take it. Not in a ‘betraying his team’ way, but in a ‘fuck it, the Hudson has earned it!’ way.) He likes stirring things up, messing with his teammates, but never in any real malicious way. However, this means he doesn’t really think through consequences. A little joke or prank of his may backfire stupendously.
His main mission in life is to enjoy himself: he does like a good combat asswhooping (the Marines winning!) and joking with his buddies, and his dream is to retire, own a bar, and work just a bit and let the money and the women come to him.
Powers/Abilities:
He’s a human, without any magic or telepathy or anything like that. But he is good with computers and is well trained on human military weapons. (He’d be useless with a sword, but with guns, he’s pretty set), and computers, likely also all right.
He does carry an M41A standard pulse rifle and likely 2-3 grenades. He also has a motion tracker and a device that allows him to override or breach doorlocks.
Since the world here is different from his own, it’s likely his stuff and abilities won’t work perfectly—I’d like the motion tracker to work pretty well, and maybe some capability for the door breaching device—like only in the Old City, or only in certain rooms of the ship, or…something. Whatever might be useful! Same with his hacking/computer skills: I’d like him to be somewhat useful, but not a gamebreaker: anything he found by poking at the ship’s computers, I’d run through you first!
Possessions:
See powers: M41A pulse rifle, 3 grenades, motion tracker, door breacher, and standard issue USCM M-10 ballistic armor.
Arrival:I’d like him to wake up on the ship, please?
Reason for Playing:
I play Wing, who is a sweetheart, but until people start probing into his backstory, that’s…all he is. Mr Nice Robot. So I wanted to play someone a bit more colorful! Also, I think he could bring good things to the game; not everyone will like him (he’s a jerk) but he has some skills (he can hunt game, he can poke at computers) they may find useful.
[- Writing Samples -]
First person:
What the fuck is this shit? [He sits up in the pod, scrubbing his hand over his face, the other ripping at the monitor leads. The bay is dark, like there’s been some malfunction.] Fuckin’ Sulaco. Fuckin’ Marines. Lowest goddam bidder.
Hey! Frost! Apone! [A twitch of the face. Wait. Apone was dead, wasn’t he? Naw. That must be a bad dream, all that shit. Note to self: no more of that whatever the fuck moonshine of Spunkmeyer’s. ]
Hey, assholes. This isn’t funny! [He swings his legs out of the pod, wincing as his bare feet hit the cold floor. Nice to know something was predictable around here. The suck.]
Bishop. Come on. I know you’re out there. Vasquez? Anyone?
No. This has got to be the dream, or something. Just a dream. And I’m… OH FUCK! [He clutches at his chest, pawing it, trying NOT to feel something squirming and alive under it.] No, no no no nonononono!!
Third person:
“Come on, come on, let’s DO this!” Hudson bounced among the Marines of the second of the ninth, as they piled into the drop shuttle. “We got some alien ASS to kick.”
He bent over Drake, bumping his nose, just to piss the blond bruiser off. “Gonna get that sweet ass back alive for me?”
Drake glowered, hands, in his smartgunner’s gloves, curling into fists. Hudson popped him a wink, hands tightening the harness, before stepping back.
He moved forward, hands over his head, clinging to handgrabs mounted there. Because yeah. Wierzebowski drove the APC like it was a shopping cart with a bad wheel. “Hey, Sergeant,” he said, pausing by Apone’s station. “Just another glorious day in the Corps, huh? Keeping the fuckin’ galaxy safe from democracy.”
“For democracy, dumbass,” Apone said. “Get your words straight and your ass in gear.”
“Sir, yes sir!” Hudson barked, straightening to a mocking rigidity. “Democracy in action, right here.”
“Gonna democracy my size twelve up your ass,” Apone muttered.
“Any time,” Hudson gave a noisy, showy air smooch.
"Sit your ass down," Vasquez muttered, from behind him. "Getting tired of the view."
"Heh," Hudson laughed, wiggling his backside.. "Too much for you, Vasquez? I put the BAD in badass."
"More like too much ass," she said, and he felt the sting of her hard hand, slapping his hip.
"Oh?" He turned. "Something the gamin assassin can't handle?"
Name: HK
Do you play any other characters in Outer Divide? Transformers IDW Wing
[- Character Information -]
Character Name: PFC William Hudson, USCM
Fandom: Aliens
AU or OU: canon
Canon Point: Right when the xenomorphs boil up out of the floor in his last scene
Journal:
game_over_man Icon:
Appearance: 6’ tall, Hudson is a Caucasian male, muscular, with a tiny soul-patch below his lower lip. He’s wearing USCM armor. Here is a picture
History:
Wiki!
Just a few notes beyond the wiki from the novelization canon: Hudson is the comm tech of the 2/9th. He has minor abilities in hacking/working with computer systems—we do see this in the film, but his official title is comm tech. Also, he’s three weeks from finishing his 10 year hitch with the Marines: just on the verge of an honorable retirement!
Previous Game History: None
Personality:
Hudson’s a smartass. He’s been in the Marines for nine years, just on the verge of getting out, and he can TASTE it—serious shor-ttimer’s syndrome. He’s survived a lot and is a bit of a braggart about it, especially around women. (Vasquez doesn’t count). He’s got an interesting relationship with authority: in canon he pokes at Sgt Apone, but obeys orders. He’s prone to panic, especially around the unknown, but once again, when Hicks and Vasquez slap him down, he calms down. In the scene of his pull point, he’s covering the retreat of the others, almost knowing it’s not going to end well, and he’s not chickening out.
He IS a competent soldier, once you get around his attitude. He’s a team player, too, despite what seems to be narcissism: he never bails on the other Marines and runs to save his own ass or anything like that.
He’s a bit of a slacker and sarcastic, the kind of guy who made it through school by clowning around and pulling it out of his ass at the last minute. His ego and his abilities have gotten him by so far, just fine.
He will likely freak out at least once. He just wants to survive, get home, and retire with a bunch of hot babes and his well-earned pension. If given the chance to score some luxuries here (booze and babes) he’d likely take it. Not in a ‘betraying his team’ way, but in a ‘fuck it, the Hudson has earned it!’ way.) He likes stirring things up, messing with his teammates, but never in any real malicious way. However, this means he doesn’t really think through consequences. A little joke or prank of his may backfire stupendously.
His main mission in life is to enjoy himself: he does like a good combat asswhooping (the Marines winning!) and joking with his buddies, and his dream is to retire, own a bar, and work just a bit and let the money and the women come to him.
Powers/Abilities:
He’s a human, without any magic or telepathy or anything like that. But he is good with computers and is well trained on human military weapons. (He’d be useless with a sword, but with guns, he’s pretty set), and computers, likely also all right.
He does carry an M41A standard pulse rifle and likely 2-3 grenades. He also has a motion tracker and a device that allows him to override or breach doorlocks.
Since the world here is different from his own, it’s likely his stuff and abilities won’t work perfectly—I’d like the motion tracker to work pretty well, and maybe some capability for the door breaching device—like only in the Old City, or only in certain rooms of the ship, or…something. Whatever might be useful! Same with his hacking/computer skills: I’d like him to be somewhat useful, but not a gamebreaker: anything he found by poking at the ship’s computers, I’d run through you first!
Possessions:
See powers: M41A pulse rifle, 3 grenades, motion tracker, door breacher, and standard issue USCM M-10 ballistic armor.
Arrival:I’d like him to wake up on the ship, please?
Reason for Playing:
I play Wing, who is a sweetheart, but until people start probing into his backstory, that’s…all he is. Mr Nice Robot. So I wanted to play someone a bit more colorful! Also, I think he could bring good things to the game; not everyone will like him (he’s a jerk) but he has some skills (he can hunt game, he can poke at computers) they may find useful.
[- Writing Samples -]
First person:
What the fuck is this shit? [He sits up in the pod, scrubbing his hand over his face, the other ripping at the monitor leads. The bay is dark, like there’s been some malfunction.] Fuckin’ Sulaco. Fuckin’ Marines. Lowest goddam bidder.
Hey! Frost! Apone! [A twitch of the face. Wait. Apone was dead, wasn’t he? Naw. That must be a bad dream, all that shit. Note to self: no more of that whatever the fuck moonshine of Spunkmeyer’s. ]
Hey, assholes. This isn’t funny! [He swings his legs out of the pod, wincing as his bare feet hit the cold floor. Nice to know something was predictable around here. The suck.]
Bishop. Come on. I know you’re out there. Vasquez? Anyone?
No. This has got to be the dream, or something. Just a dream. And I’m… OH FUCK! [He clutches at his chest, pawing it, trying NOT to feel something squirming and alive under it.] No, no no no nonononono!!
Third person:
“Come on, come on, let’s DO this!” Hudson bounced among the Marines of the second of the ninth, as they piled into the drop shuttle. “We got some alien ASS to kick.”
He bent over Drake, bumping his nose, just to piss the blond bruiser off. “Gonna get that sweet ass back alive for me?”
Drake glowered, hands, in his smartgunner’s gloves, curling into fists. Hudson popped him a wink, hands tightening the harness, before stepping back.
He moved forward, hands over his head, clinging to handgrabs mounted there. Because yeah. Wierzebowski drove the APC like it was a shopping cart with a bad wheel. “Hey, Sergeant,” he said, pausing by Apone’s station. “Just another glorious day in the Corps, huh? Keeping the fuckin’ galaxy safe from democracy.”
“For democracy, dumbass,” Apone said. “Get your words straight and your ass in gear.”
“Sir, yes sir!” Hudson barked, straightening to a mocking rigidity. “Democracy in action, right here.”
“Gonna democracy my size twelve up your ass,” Apone muttered.
“Any time,” Hudson gave a noisy, showy air smooch.
"Sit your ass down," Vasquez muttered, from behind him. "Getting tired of the view."
"Heh," Hudson laughed, wiggling his backside.. "Too much for you, Vasquez? I put the BAD in badass."
"More like too much ass," she said, and he felt the sting of her hard hand, slapping his hip.
"Oh?" He turned. "Something the gamin assassin can't handle?"
