|«|| So much for Livonia's 'summer sunshine'. And I thought the Pacific was bad...|
Initially, Rudwell enlisted into the Army as a translator. Knowing six languages, he was primarily motivated by the extra pay he would be awarded each month - rather than out of any sense of duty.
As time went on, his skills as a linguist were made largely redundant with the advent of more advanced computer translators. Rather than waste any more time in a niche and soon-to-be deprecated MOS, he opted to specialise as a drone technician instead.
Rudwell is married and has a son. During the events of Electron-39, he went by the radio callsign of Howlite 4-1. In the aftermath of the exercise, he was temporarily assigned the callsign of Kinzhal instead.
First Contact (2039)
|«|| Stype: Shit Rud! The Ivans make you an honorary Spetsnaz yet or what?|
Rudwell: Me? Nah, I ain't cut out for this crap.
Stype joking about Rudwell's relations with the Spetsnaz
Personality and Appearance