Samir Rissam

Samir Rassam grew up on the desert world Daumier. Tribes of technobarbarians roamed the endless expanse of dunes and sandstorms, devoted to an archaic Terran culture and the reclamation of water. The tribal elders had taken a hardline isolationist stance, and were only nominally allied with the Core System. It was not an easy life and, like many youths, Samir became disillusioned with the idea that they were truly in paradise. When he turned eighteen he enlisted with the Star Marines, and was put into special training thanks to his upbringing (which his superiors figured would make him into a superior fighting machine). He showed a basic aptitude for tactics and leadership and was promoted to Lance Corporal before entering full-time duty aboard the “Rays of the Sun” assault frigate.

During his second tour of duty, Samir's unit was skirmishing with the Spartans on the planet of Veda III and encountered an alien cache. While most of the items had succumbed to the ravages of time or were taken by other members of his unit, Samir managed to snag a particularly fetching bauble which he smuggled back to the “Rays of the Sun.” During his third tour of duty, the series of border wars came to a boil and Samir's unit was dropped behind enemy lines for some assassination and sabotage. The entire operation went tits up very quickly, with some operatives barely escaping with their lives (and others buying the farm). The brass disavowed any knowledge of the operation and handed out a pile of dishonourable discharges to those involved.

Understandably angered at his superior officers, and with little effective skills beside soldiering, Samir joined the crew of a tramp freighter as a 'security officer' and participated in missions for both sides of the war. He's been travelling ever since.


Samir is a stocky man, vaguely of middle eastern descent. His deep brown skin is in stark contrast to his blue eyes, a common genetic feature among the inhabitants of his homeworld. He moves with sure confidence and handles firearms with a practised ease that all but screams 'Military training'. He shaves his head every few weeks, so there's usually a modicum of black stubble, but he keeps his face clean-shaven unless he's hard pressed to find the time.

Samir Rissam, 34 years old, Male, Desert Worlder.
Ex-Lance Corporal (Marines NCO Rank 1)

Str 9 (+1)
Dex 12 (+2)
End 9 (+1)
Int 9 (+1)
Edu 6 (+0)
Soc 6 (+0)

Athletics (Co-ordination) 1
Battle Dress 0
Carouse 1
Computers 0
Engineer 0
Explosives 1
Gun Combat (Slug Pistol) 1
Gun Combat (Slug Rifle) 1
Gunnery (Turrets) 1
Heavy Weapons 0
Investigate 0
Medic 0
Melee (Blade) 3
Melee (Unarmed Combat) 2
Persuade 1
Pilot 0
Recon 1
Sensor 0
Survival 1
Stealth 1
Tactics (Military Tactics) 1
Trade 0
Vacc-Suit 0
Zero-G 0

21, 090 Cr
ACR (TL10), Dam 3d6, Auto 6, 3kg, Mag 40 [1000Cr]

  • Laser Sight (TL10) [200Cr], +1 DM to hit
  • 10 Clips [150Cr]

Combat Armour (TL12), DR 14, Reqs Vacc-Suit 0, 10kg

  • Magnetic Grapples (TL8) [100Cr]

Gauss Pistol (TL13), Dam 3d6, Auto 4, Recoil -1, 0.5kg, Mag 40 [500Cr]

  • 5 Clips [100Cr]

Grenade Launcher (TL7), By Grenade, Auto No, Recoil 1, Mag 6, 6kg [400Cr]

  • 12 Frag Grenades [360Cr]

Cutlass (TL2), Dam 2d6+4, Heft -1, 1kg [100Cr]

Breather Mask (TL8) [150Cr]
Comm (TL10), Computer/1 [500Cr]
Laser Transceiver (TL11) Computer/0, 0.5kg, 500km Range [250Cr]
Stim Drugs x2 (TL8) [100Cr]

Lt. Hamar's deadtree book about the Battle at Veda III
Comm-code for a gal named Xiaohua.

Player notes:
7 unspent XP
Check in on this serial killer business

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