Big Lug

Gunlugger (played by: One Thursday)




Cool +1
Hard +3 *
Hot -2 *
Sharp +2
Weird -1

Assault Rifle (3-harm close autofire ap) – Silenced, Armor-piercing ammo

Many knives (2-harm hand infinite)

Armor worth 2-armor: Nothing flashy. Boots and black cargo pants provide protection from the elements, as well as pockets to hold necessities. Instead of going the Road Warrior-esque route, Big Lug prefers a high-collared ballistic armor vest that protects the neck, chest and sides, while also allowing him to remain mobile.
Oddments worth 1-barter

Battle-hardened: when you act under fire, roll+hard instead of roll+cool.

Insano like Drano: you get +1hard (hard +3).

NOT TO BE FUCKED WITH: in battle, you count as a gang (3-harm gang small), with armor according to the circumstances.

If you and another character have sex, you take +1 forward. At your option, they take +1 forward too.

Big Lug Hx
Gravel +1
Hide +1
Oban +2


He’s six-foot-three of black flesh and chiseled muscle — a veritable mountain of a man. His head is kept clean-shaven, offering a view of his most telling feature: a crescent-shaped trail of healed bitemarks that start at the top of his skull and curve their way down between his eyes, briefly along the bridge of his misshapen nose and come to a halt around his left cheekbone, which is slightly caved (There’s a matching scar on the back of his head). He doesn’t talk about what did that.

Matter of fact, Big Lug doesn’t talk about a lot concerning the six-month stretch where he disappeared into the Deep Dark with his father. The old man worked as a Strongman for the traveling carnival under Oban, and once-upon-a-time Big Lug would have replaced his pop after he retired. But that all changed the day the fortune teller’s daughter got kidnapped by Black Foresters to be made into one of their child brides. Father and son made a promise to bring her back. Six months later, Big Lug kept that promise and brought her home. Alone.

A month after that, the girl took her own life. The Deep Dark will change you. Sometimes that’s worse than the things that lurk in the frigid and eternal night.

His mug scared off children ever since. Not so much the scars, but rather the look in his eyes. Still, Oban kept him on and he found a place in the Pageant of Mysteries working security. Gravel’s crew taught him to use guns, and people like Hide showed him how to conceal a blade and use it before his victim even realized his throat was cut. Big Lug makes it a point show his thanks by doing what he does best: finding their enemies and killing them.


A year or two back, Big Lug tracked a Scrounger into the Day-side and stumbled into an ambush. Gravel showed up, riding out of a dust cloud on his bike. Together, they fought the Scroungers off. Neither is too fond of people, but there’s a mutual respect born of blowing heads off their bodies.

Growing up around circusfolk, Big Lug learned to appreciate exotic beauties like Hide. He also understands that she’s with Oban and is too loyal to get in the middle of that. In either case, he’s married to his work.

Oban juggles the concerns of everyone in his employment. Far as Big Lug is concerned, the man is a genius.

Big Lug

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