X-Com: Mac
MacKenzie Leigh | Explosives Expert[edit]
"Save those . . . I can use 'em for shrapnel."[edit]
Ancestry: Human[edit]
Ancestry Features: Adaptable
Attributes[edit]
Agility 
|| Smarts 
|| Spirit || Strength 
|| Vigor
Derived Stats[edit]
Pace || Parry 
|| Size 
|| Toughness 
(3)
Core Skills[edit]
Athletics || Common Knowledge
Notice || Persuasion || Stealth 
Other Skills[edit]
Fighting || Repair || Shooting
Hindrances[edit]
- Cautious (Minor): Bomb techs who aren't don't tend to live long.
- Habit (Minor): Mac can't help herself, she chews gum constantly - and loudly - snapping it and popping bubbles.
- Hard of Hearing (Minor): This one time at bomb camp, Mac was too close to a detonation and now her hearing is wonky.
- Mild Mannered (Minor): Mac's just too fun-sized and bubbly to come across as much of a threat, even in full tactical gear.
Edges[edit]
- Charismatic: Re-roll Persuasion
- Demo Ma'am: +2 to rolls to set, disarm, or improvise explosives or booby traps.
- MacGuyver: Quickly build improvised devices.
- Ms. Fix It: +2 to repair rolls. 1/2 time on a raise.
Rank: Novice | Advances 
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Standard Loadout[edit]
Armor[edit]
- X-COM Combat Armor [+3] with Alloy Plates [+1]
- Weight 12
Weaponry[edit]
- Light Assault Rifle Range: 24/48/96 | Damage: 2d8 | AP: 0 | ROF: 3 | Shots: 30 | Weight: 10 | Magazine Weight: 1 | Notes: Three Round Burst/Auto
- Magazines: 2
- Mods: Scope | Under-Barrel Grenade Launcher
- Under-Barrel Grenade Launcher M203 | Range: 20/40/80 | ROF: 1 | Shots: 1 | Round Weight: 1 | Reload: 2
- Grenades: 5
- Medium Pistol: 8/16/32 | 2d6+1 | AP 0 | ROF1 | Shots 7 | Weight 5 | Magazine Weight0.5
- Magazines: 2
- Combat Knife | 1d6+STR | AP: 2 | Melee | Wt: 1
- Fragmentation Grenades: 5/10/20 | 3d6 | AP 0 | Weight 1 | MBT
- Grenades: 5
Gear[edit]
- C4: 4d6 | Weight 1
- Bricks: 4
- Detonators: 8
- Tool Kit | Weight 10
- Gas Mask | Weight 4
- Night Vision Goggles | Weight 2
- Radio Headset | Weight 1
Bio[edit]
Mac spent six years as a bomb-monkey for the US Army followed by four years with the LAPD bomb unit followed by trout-fucking-Lenox.
Not long after, a motorcade of black SUVs arrived for the sole purpose of introducing her to a non-descript man in a non-descript suit with no badge, no insignia, and no rank.
He made fer an offer.
She accepted.
