Sgt. Ranulf McClelland “Wolf”
ODST Recon. Member of the 9th Btn of the 105th UNSC Marine Special Forces serving aboard the UNSC Hercules.
Sgt. Ranulf McClelland “Wolf”
|Class||Level||Hit Pts||Exp Pts||Next Level|
|18||18||13||+2||+4, +5 w VISR||+6|
|18||16||6||+7, +9 w VISR||+8|
|Endurance – Con +8||Armor Proficiency – Lt||Weapon Specialization- Rifles|
|Initiative – Dex +8||Armor Proficiency – Med|
|Mechanics – Int +7||Weapon Proficiency – Pistols|
|Perception – Wis +7||Weapon Proficiency – Rifles|
|Treat Injury – Wis +7||Weapon Proficiency – Simple|
|Weapon Focus – Rifles|
|Point Blank Shot|
Sgt. Ranulf McClelland a.k.a. “Wolf” grew up in Scotland the son of a very wealthy businessman and an aristocratic mother who served as a Member of the Scottish Parliament. A rebellious, die-hard thrill seeker, Ranulf constantly tested the boundaries of his much more sophisticated parents. Skydiving, whitewater rafting, mountain climbing, big-game hunting, you name it – McClelland was an aggressive hot-head who’d try anything and everything, the crazier the better.
A hard-hitting rugby player, McClelland played for the Dunfermline RFC for his hometown, Dunfermline, Fife, Scotland. At 6’ 4" and weighing 255 lbs., Ranulf could take a real beating and smile as he asked for more, giving as good as he got. He also drank (a lot), gambled (a lot) and pushed his luck with just as much careless abandon. Brutal bar fights were the norm and between these and the pounding his body took from what he called “just having some fun” McClelland became relatively adept at patching himself up afterwards.
The combination of his excessive drinking and recklessness came to a tragic head when his childhood friend was killed while the two were on a hunting expedition in Eastern Europe. The two had been drinking all evening and well into the next morning. Swapping stories to one up each other on who was the better hunter, they finally dared each other to go out hunting without their rifles and left camp with only their hunting knives to see which could bag the larger buck. As Ranulf stood over the huge dead dear carving out its heart ready to consume its essence, the two were set upon and his friend mauled to death by a pack of wolves. During the attack Ranulf killed three of the wolves, one by breaking its neck with his bare hands, before falling off a low cliff into an icy lake. A rescue team found McClelland a week later, half-dead of frostbite and near starving. He’s never spoken about the event and to this day gives no details of what happened.
After a long and grueling recovery, Ranulf sobered up and spent the next three months reassessing his life. He eventually joined the local marines seeking the self-discipline he’d never known. The military would soon fill the deep, dark and empty void and finally gave him a true sense of satisfaction with himself. His natural talents, physical fitness and new found focus resulted in his excelling in the military. Unsurprisingly, he favors close-up fighting which allows him to “get up close and personal” with the enemy.
Recently, McClelland was approached by a lieutenant with ODST Recon who offered him the opportunity to join a team with the 9th Battalion of the 105th UNSC Marine Special Forces serving aboard the UNSC Hercules.
McClelland had heard stories about the ODST. Those guys were REALLY bat-shit crazy.
Naturally he jumped at the chance… feet first.