[Lawtan]

Godia “Goliath” Maximus
Age: 42
Height: 5’ 8”
Weight: 120 lbs
Appearance:

A woman with dark olive skin and dark slightly greying hair, and always with a grin and a twinkle in her blue eyes, as if calculating and judging the area around her. Goliath is not imposing in presence, but in deed and arrogance. She carries Binoculars, a repeating rifle with a bayonet attached.
Goliath is dressed in a Navy Blue leather military coat, modified to carry a good deal of ammunition, and two pistols. She sold her military honors and covers the buttons – so as not to have them be caught.
Under it is an armor made of thick white silk, both for warmth and due to early reports of silken cloth deflecting bullets slightly. It comes down to act as a short skirt, and she has been able to wear that in “civilized” environments.
She carries an old cloak that acts as a sleeping bag. It has pockets that store food and other necessary supplies – from a compass to a computing sliderule. Though difficult to find, she wears blue leather jeans and thick combat boots.

Profession: Huntress/Forager, (Former) Military Espionage Agent
Skills: Tactician, Information Gathering, Chemistry (poisons, toxins, and gunpowder), Mathematician (Ballistics), Ranged Weaponry (Rifle & Archery), Foraging, basic Close Combat abilities, Charismatic, Ruthless
Flaws: Paranoia, Insensitivity, Fatalism (Excited to go into battle), Arthritis, God Complex
Bio:

These people must know me if I am to be their conqueror. Like little savage badgers crawling across the ground, begging for an end to their struggles. Ha! As if a superior would waste the time. The beasts outside this city offer a greater challenge. Death takes all eventually, and as a dealer of destruction, that makes me an agent of Death.

Oh how I miss the early days, where I would squash the houses aligned against the Lords. The beauty of their children’s dead eyes as the Lords established power decades ago. Order to the chaotic world, or so they believed. We are all beings of chaos, but chaos is weak – easily domesticated under the shells of machines.

Oh, the artillery. Such an unrefined monster. I still remember my map of the city and wildlands. Region 12, 7 degrees south, 54 degrees west. Area shelled: 160 meters. At an estimated downward velocity of of 242.16 meters/second towards the Earth, the canister-shot would unleash hundreds of bullets shredding the area. And I was the one responsible for it’s target. Technology is truly a beautiful, obedient thing.

Sad that those days against other lands are over. The fools saw fit to betray those of us who gave them power. They tried to force us back into normal life. After the glory of seeing a building reduced to its base components? No. Better that I keep my standard weapons and work in these dredges, fulfilling my destiny.

These people see fit to pay me in what I need in exchange for meat and protection. It is a convenient deal, and all deities of old had their clients. I am an avatar of Death.

WANTED FOR QUESTIONING: Godia Maximus
Shortly after returning from war, Ballistics and Espionage division was under investigation for multiple mistaken targets. Investigations lead to questioning the mental stability of one Godia Maximus, whose intelligence resulted in unintended targets and casualties of friendly fire. It is possible that the latter was intentional. She has not been seen since the initial ceremony, and a fire in her apartment erased most other evidence. If you see her, be warned, she is well trained and in the words of those who worked with her, “In cunning, she is like a demonic machine. She once talked her way into and out of camp with a bare container of mustard gas.”