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Hit: 92+15-20 = 87
Hit roll: 22, hit!
Crit roll: 50, no crit
Damage: 22+1-9 = 14dmg

Hit: 99-20 = 79
Hit roll: 87, miss!

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Name, Surname, Title, or Whatever (username in here please): Lieutenant David Hargrove (Powder Miner)
Class: Masterchef
Likes*: Danger, Entrepreneurship, Guns, Chicken Wing (Consumable)
Dislikes*: Cowardice, Mediocre Food, Bleeding Hearts, Borger (Consumable)
Backstory: David Hargrove grew up in a poor family, his father an industrial worker who was frequently injured and bounced from job to job, and his mother... really, really not good at cooking. By the age of 7, David had already taken it upon himself to learn to cook, and was significantly augmenting the quality of his mother’s meals through a burgeoning talent for cuisine, notably skilled with vegetables and chicken. By the age of 11, he was the one entirely cooking for the family — and territorial about it too, insisting that it should only be him. Unfortunately, at the age of 11, his father also died due to complications from a compound fracture of the leg. His mother remarried almost immediately, but David couldn’t stand his stepfather and it was mutual, so after only two years he left home. With a painful part of his history behind him and the world in front of him, the young David was inspired to...

...go stay with his uncle briefly before supporting himself with a number of jobs, kicked out of one after the other due to a combination of incredible stubbornness, self-righteousness, belief in the value of confrontation, and unwillingness to put up with the practices of shady bosses. Notably, he actually served as a legal assistant for 3 years until he got into a drag-out knock-down brawl with a client. It was hard to find jobs, increasingly, due to his reputation, so now 19 years old and with few places to go, David drew upon his willingness to leap headfirst into danger and joined...

...his home district’s military. Although he applied as a cook, David showed a profound amount of aptitude for the dangerous job of an infantryman, and so that’s what he became, shipped off to THE WAR to go fight on the front-lines, something now-Private David Hargrove did not complain about one bit. He was reliable, brave, and not a half-bad shot, so David was slowly promoted up the enlisted ranks, to Private First Class, to Corporal, to Specialist, to Sergeant, to Staff Sergeant, to Sergeant First Class, and with his leadership skills on display through his entire time as enlisted, he was then put through officer training school and promoted to Lieutenant Second Class, to Lieutenant First Class. Then, THE WAR ended and though he’d served throughout THE WAR with distinction, he found himself ill at ease in a peacetime military, so he left it and chose instead to take his skills to...

...founding restaurants and owning properties! Still as skilled of a cook as ever, despite the years spent mostly fighting, David started a time as an entrepreneur, starting food stands around gas stations, then after finding success due to the quality of his chicken, he purchased a motel, one he soon built a restaurant next to. He experimented with chicken frying techniques, and soon found ways to cook more chicken than any competitor could, leading to the wild success of his restaurant, which he named Kasheville Chicken Fryin’, or KCF for short. KCF soon became a franchise that spread through his country and then the world in a whirlwind several years, and David acted as both owner and face for the franchise, known and feared for appearing at random KCF restaurants to make damned sure they weren’t screwing his recipes up, berating them and hopping the counter to show ‘em how it was done if they were. At 31 years of age, his hot temper hadn’t cooled at all, and he got into a social media fight with Roland McDoland, the head of a burger chain, which soon spiraled into an actual real-life pitched gunfight, one which David was known to say “that he totally won, shot that red-and-yellow-and-white sonuvagun right in the ass,” and that “it was the most fun he’d had since THE WAR.”

Still, the fact that he got into a pitched gunfight with Roland McDoland was quite the scandal, and rather than give in to demands to resign, he instead decided to salvage his reputation —and have a lot of fun while he was at it— by lending his skills and headfirst demeanor to the Heroes of Nobelian Kingdom.

This character takes very heavy elements from a certain real-life restaurant founder, but also does use some entirely fictional events.

"GREETINGS, HONORABLE BATTLE-BROTHERS AND BATTLE-SISTERS."

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Name, Surname, Title, or Whatever (username in here please): Brother-Corporal Maximus Hammicus (Solymr)
Class: Ültramarine
Likes: Lex Legio, Battle Training, Hashbrowns Supreme (C), Chicken Wings (C)
Dislikes: Codebreakers, Non Lex approved Drugs, Mega Donut (C), Espresso Grande Maximo (C)
Backstory:
Maximus Hammicus was inducted into Legion Ültra from a young age, training and studying its code of conduct, the Lex Legio, until he was of age. By the time of his initiation, he was a 7 foot tall, massively muscled Battle-Brother like many others of the Legion, with extensive knowledge of the Lex Legio and its doctrines.

On what should have been a glorious first mission under Colonel Custer's 7th Brigade to retake an orbital fortress, everything went terribly wrong when the fortress reactor's catastrophically exploded, launching it, the entire 7th Brigade, and the evil invaders into the oblivion of empty space. Except for Maximus, who arrived back at Nobelia in a escape pod. His battle-brothers much celebrated his miraculous return.

After a few more missions and a promotion to Battle-Corporal, Maximus showed promise as a great Ültramarine, but at the Battle of Teutoborger, both fighting armies succumbed to a disastrous mishap involving subterranean explosions and a massive ravine. Maximus was once again the only survivor, limping back to the Legion Ültra's encampment. His battle-brothers rejoiced but started becoming suspicious.

His military career strangely stagnated after this, despite Maximus being perfectly compliant with the Lex Legio (as he frequently stated loudly to his companions). He still was able to gloriously fight with the Legion until Maximus' platoon was assigned to recover an experimental device from a pirate spaceship. A massive storm engulfed the Legion and pirate fleets, obliterating them, except for Maximus' fighter wing. Maximus triumphantly returned with the device to the Ültraheadquarters, or so he thought, as his battle-brothers immediately put him in Ültrajail and demanded an investigation into Maximus' actions.

In spite of whatever anyone may think, the Ültrainquisitors found no fault in Maximus' course of actions during any of these disasters, as they were all adherent to the letter of the Lex Legio (as Maximus kept loudly asserting), and released him from jail. However, no battle-brother would want to be assigned to his squad, battalion, or fortress. Maximus was assigned to a remote guard post, but even the few of the less adequate Ültramarines rather face Commissars than Maximus' company, and he was left to guard the post on his own, which he did without complaints and perfectly according to the Lex Legio.

Until the Ültradministration got tired of receiving daily detailed reports of nothing happening during his patrols, and decided to honorably discharge Maximus from his service against his will. Dejected, Maximus enlisted himself in what to him was the second best thing: HoNK.

10+5 Up to 15HP healed