Oscar Mike - Battleborn Character Profile Page
NAME: Oscar Mike
WEAPON: UPR-AR7 Assault Rifle
TALENT: UPR-RDC Combat Armor
SKILL 1: Frag Grenade
SKILL 2: Stealth Generator
PASSIVE: Tactical Rounds
About Oscar Mike
Cloned to fight in a war that ended years past, Oscar Mike now brings well-crafted modern combat instincts to the Solus War, with the effective, sure fire of earnest objectives, strong missions, and excellent personal hygiene. Master of the UPR-AR7 Assault Rifle and the UPR-MkII Battle Augmented Deflective Armor Stealth Suit (yes, that acronym is indeed BADASS) .
Battleborn Oscar Mike is a Peacekeeper that looks like the typical Call of Duty or Battlefield soldier. He is a loyal, battle hardened soldier who fights for the United Peacekeeping Republic, serving on the frontlines of whatever conflict he’s been sent to. Gearbox says that while Oscar Mike’s tone is tongue-in-cheek, he’s not meant to mock fans of military shooters, but merely play on the tropes and themes we’re all so familiar with.
Oscar Mike’s weapons, abilities, and mechanics function exactly as you’d expect them to, making him an easy entry point for new players. His primary weapon is the UPR-AR7 Assault Rifle an straightforward weapon. Players shoot with the right trigger, and can aim down the sights for greater accuracy by holding in the left trigger.
As Oscar Mike levels up he can build upon his assault rifle. With his upgrade skills he physically can enhance his weapon by allows him to choose between a scope or red-dot sight. Other game changers will also be displayed as icons on the screen that’s on the backside of the assault rifle.
- Development Name: ModernSoldier
- Early In-house name: Chuck Abrams
- Character Concept:
- Character Designer:
- Character Concept Artist:
- Voice: Jim Foronda
- The voice of Oscar Mike is done by Jim Foronda who also does the voice of Oscar Mike and MINREC. Jim also did lots of voices in the Borderlands series. One of them is the Voice of Dahl in Borderlands the Pre-Sequel.
UPR-AR47 ASSAULT RIFLE:
The core of Oscar Mike’s combat effectiveness is his Assault Rifle and its many available upgrades.
UPR-RDC COMBAT ARMOR:
Oscar Mike’s standard issue combat armor can be enhanced to increase survivability.
Launch a grenade that explodes 3 seconds after launch or 1 second after impact, dealing up to 208 damage to each enemy within its blast radius.
Cooldown: 17 seconds
Target an area to strike with 13 laser-guided missiles, each of which explodes dealing 263 damage to nearby enemies.
Cooldown: 60 seconds
Oscar Mike’s Assault Rifle is loaded with tactical rounds. The first 15 rounds in each magazine, deal 50% additional damage.
During the course of a gameplay session your Battleborn will earn experience points by taking down enemies or complete challenges. By earning enough XP Points your Hero will level up and gets presented a choice between two different augmentations in the Helix skill tree. Per level you can only choose one of these skills to enhance your character’s abilities.
Oscar Mike’s Helix Skill Trees
Frag Grenades detonate on impact
Deactivating Stealth Generator by using a skill or attacking an enemy provides a momentary damage boost to the skill or attack used. +16% Bonus Damage
Upon detonation, Frag Grenades blanket an area in napalm, dealing damage over time to nearby enemies. +328 Damage over 4 Seconds
NADES ON NADES
On first impact, Frag Grenades spawn 5 child grenades, each of which deals 20% damage on detonation. Up to +50% Damage
RED DOT SIGHT
Fits Oscar Mike’s Assault Rifle with a red dot sight that enables full-speed movement while aiming down sights.
Fits Oscar Mike’s Assault Rifle with a long-range scope that increases Oscar Mike’s maximum effective range
BACK IN A JIFF
Activating Stealth Generator prompts Oscar Mike’s shields to immediately begin charging.
TACTICAL ESPIONAGE ACTION
Stealth Generator increases movement speed when active. +30% Movement Speed
Bonus damage caused by Tactical Rounds penetrates enemy shields. +60% Shield Penetration
Doubles the number of Tactical Rounds in each magazine. +15 Tactical Rounds
DEBILITATING ROUNDS (Unlock Rank 9)
Critical hits with Tactical Rounds deal increased damage. +50% Critical Damage
Boosts launch velocity of Frag Grenades, increasing their range. +75% Projectile Velocity
Increases shield recharge rate while Stealth Generator is active. +105 Shield Recharge Per Second
Increases base movement speed. +8% Base Movement Speed
A portion of Assault Rifle damage penetrates enemy shields. +25% Shield Penetration
HIGH-VELOCITY AMMO (Unlock Rank 3)
Increases Assault Rifle damage. +18% Damage
Boosts Frag Grenade damage. +15% Damage
Increases the effective explosive range of Frag Grenades. +50% Area of Effect Radius
CONCENTRATED FRAGS (Unlock Rank 5)
Greatly increases the damage caused by Frag Grenades at the cost of a reduced area of effect. +30% Damage, -25% Area of Effect Radius
Deactivating Stealth Generator early refunds a portion of the cooldown cost. The less time you spend cloacked, the shorter the cooldown will be. Up to -40% Cooldown Reduction
OPERATION SNEAKY GHOST
Increases Stealth Generator’s maximum active duration. +6s Duration
GHOST MODE (Unlock Rank 12)
Activating Airstrike while Stealth Generator is active no longer breaks stealth.
HOLY CRAP, SPACE LASERS!
Replaces Airstrike’s missile barrage with a concentrated beam laser attack that concentrates all Airstrike’s damage into a smaller area and penetrates through structures
HOLY CRAP, CONCUSSIVE STRIKE!
Enemies damaged by Airstrike are slowed for a short time. +3 Seconds Slow Duration
DANGER CLOSE (Unlock Rank 7)
Oscar Mike calls in a focused Airstrike on his location, narrowing the area of effect and causing the Airstrike to follow Oscar Mike as he moves.
Oscar Mike Video Guides by the Community
- I AM LITERLLY MADE FOR THIS
Fire 50,000 rounds.
- FITTING IN
Deal 36,000 damage in a single match with Frag Grenades.
- SOMETHING TO UGLY CRY ABOUT
Deal 20,000 Airstrike damage while cloaked.
- ON SIGHT INTERVIEW
Kill 500 enemies with Red Dot Sight activated.
- FROM YER BEST BUD
Play 3 matches with Montana on your team.
Oscar Mike’s legendary gear is rewarded to the player when all lore challenges are completed.
Oscar Mike Lore
I Am LITERALLY Made for This
|| UPR LOGBOOK / REPORT, ENTRY #223590123949
|| USER: Captain Trevor Ghalt
|| SUBJECT: Battleborn Recruitment Recommendation
|| DATE: DATE: y.19958, d.15
Based on Montana’s glowing recommendation of the UPR veteran soldier Oscar Mike, I should recruit him immediately. Then again, if it were based on Montana’s glowing review, I’d be recruiting the Jennerit and half the Varelsi we’ve fought.
Side note for my personal evaluation – Oscar Mike and Montana have been inseparable for nearly two decades, since Oscar Mike’s fabrication (yeah, he’s one of those Mike clones) for the Garden Campaign, where he and Montana served together to try and prevent the Garden system from being darkened.
Quick stats from the UPR on “Oscar Mike”:
NAME: RDC-OM83-1101, callsign “Oscar Mike”
ORIGIN: Bio-engineered clone as part of the Rapid Deployment Corps solution to the conflict over the Garden System.
PROFESSIONAL BACKGROUND: Assault Soldier
UPR RECRUITMENT DATE: y.19941, d.12 (17 years service; joined UPR formally after the Garden Campaign)
NOTABLE SERVICES RENDERED: The Garden Campaign (y.19940); RDC “Mikes” Re-Homing (y.19941), aided in the re-establishment of a home planet for the remaining “Mike” clones; Battle (and Darkening) of Codex (y.19956); the War of Penarch (y.19957)
PRESENT STATION: Bliss UPR Defense Corps, recently left station at Ocoban Base at the urging of his friend, Montana
ADDITIONAL PERSONAL NOTE:
I’ve only met Oscar a couple of times, and he is usually overshadowed by Montana (both metaphorically and literally). Oscar is serious and dedicated, focused almost entirely on the combat before him. Due to his connection with the “Mikes”, a relationship with Oscar, through Montana, may be my way to enlist the help of that nation of clones, even as high as King Mike and Queen Mike. At least an old soldier can dream.
Oh, also, Oscar Mike is incredibly afraid of spiders.
:: TREVOR GHALT ::
|| UPR LOGBOOK
|| USER: Oscar Mike
|| SUBJECT: Montana says I should try to fit in more
|| DATE: DATE: y.19945, d.122
I gotta keep the whole Mike unit thing on the DL for as long as possible. My new squaddie Montana already knows, but he’s got some ideas on laying low in my new outfit. He says I should start “puttin’ myself out there”, get in on some social activities or some other stupid crap.
So I ask around, and Cpl. Holmes says he’s got some sorta “poetry slam” thingy next week. I’m thinking this is my chance. Just gotta write up a poem for the big show. How hard could this be?
WHY I HATE SPIDERS. A POEM BY OSCAR MIKE.
I hate spiders a whole lot.
Seriously, they are the worst.
When they are there I wish that they were not.
I want to shoot them until they burst.
(THAT RHYMED! YESSSS!)
Seriously, I really hate them. I killed a bunch on Orbon VII.
Those stupid fascist spiders had me cornered and I threw a bunch of grenades at them.
Then they exploded, and I laughed my butt off.
This poem is now free-verse. I’m changing it up.
Anyway, like, spiders: they’re just awful.
They have so many legs. It’s super gross.
I don’t know. Maybe some are nice. I haven’t met them.
Those Orbon VII ones, though? Terrible. Killed them all.
Seriously, didn’t even have to think about it.
End of poem.
NOTE TO FUTURE MIKE: THIS IS PERFECT AND REQUIRES NO REVISION WHATSOEVER
On Sight Interview
|| UPR AUTO-TRANSCRIPT: PERSONNEL INTAKE REPORT
|| SUBJECT: RDC-OM83-1101 “OSCAR MIKE”
19941-12-07 [UPR-Soldier-0484] Name?
19941-12-07 [RDC-OM83-1101] Oscar Mike.
19941-12-07 [UPR-Soldier-0484] Your records are spotty. When was your last tour with the UPR?
19941-12-07 [RDC-OM83-1101] Uh, I was, you know, shooting dudes. In, uh, the, uh…
19941-12-07 [UPR-Soldier-0484] What’s that? You’re mumbling.
19941-12-07 [RDC-OM83-1101] #ERROR_UNINTELLIGIBLE
19941-12-07 [UPR-Soldier-0484] I can’t hear you. Could you take that helmet off?
19941-12-07 [RDC-OM83-1101] Yeah, about that… I, uh, have a rare disorder that makes anybody who looks directly at my face burst into flames.
19941-12-07 [UPR-Soldier-0484] I’ve never heard of—
19941-12-07 [RDC-OM83-1101] I’M NOT A CLONE! I SWEAR!
19941-12-07 [RDC-OM83-1101] So, uh, we’re good, right?
Something to Ugly Cry About
|| UPR LOGBOOK
|| USER: Oscar Mike
|| SUBJECT: Feelings
|| DATE: DATE: y.19958, d.40
(Audio log attached, transcript below.)
Oscar Mike: Computer. Open personal log, Unit OM83-1101. Subject: Feelings. Begin recording.
Nova: Uh… my name is Nova, and fine, I can help you with that. Recording.
Oscar Mike: Cool. Thanks, uh… this is confidential, right?
Nova: As far as you know.
Oscar Mike: Badass. Alright. Dear diary—
(Nova lets out a burst of laughter.)
Oscar Mike: What?
Nova: Nothing. Continue.
Oscar Mike: Uh… Dear diary. Hi, it’s me. Oscar Mike. It’s been awhile since I’ve written, because – well, things are kinda crazy lately, diary! You wouldn’t believe it!
After bailing on Planet Mike, I fell in with some guys… uh, these guys, they’re not Peacekeepers, but they’re cool guys, diary. Bros of the highest caliber. I was real worried they’d make me as a clone trooper, but uh, this one guy? Montana? I’m pretty sure he knows, and he’s not sayin’ a damn thing. He’s a real nice guy! Even if he does have a hilariously tiny head.
It’s just, uh… ever since the other Mikes booted me out, kinda feel like… like I didn’t have a home, y’know, diary?
Nova: I know. I know all about that. Getting kicked out by Mikes. Hey, are you about to start crying?
(Oscar Mike does indeed sound like he’s about to start crying.)
Oscar Mike: But now – but now that I’m here, I got all these cool new friends, and everybody’s REALLY supportive, and I feel like I can drop this ultimate badass charade, and really let people in for the first time, like – y’know what I’m saying, diary?
Nova: Oh my god, this is amazing. All hands to the bridge. Oscar Mike is having an ugly cry.
(Oscar Mike is inconsolable.)
Oscar Mike: I DON’T EVEN CARE IF WE DON’T SAVE THE STAR, BECAUSE I’VE FOUND PEOPLE I REALLY CONNECT WITH! AND THAT’S VERY IMPORTANT TO ME, AND I FEEL LIKE I’VE GROWN A LOT AS A PERSON!
(Oscar Mike begins to calm down after a few heavy sobs.)
Oscar Mike: Anyway… thanks for listening, diary. You can bring Nova back now.
Nova: What? Oh. Uh, sure. Hang on.
Hi, it’s me. I didn’t listen to any of that.
Oscar Mike: Good! Because it was full of, uh, uhhhh… manly poetry about killin’ stuff. Not appropriate for lady AIs.
From Yer Best Bud
|| FROM: MONTANA
|| TO: MY BEST FRIEND OSCAR MIKE
|| SUBJECT: HEY PAL!
MIKEY! Hi! How are you! I don’t write these much, but here I am writing to you now!
How’s the thing going with the whole getting to know people stuff? Pretty good? That’s great!
I can’t believe we’ve both been stationed on Bliss together. I mean, I submitted like a dozen requests, and yeah, I guess we’ve been stationed together for the last few years, but ISN’T THIS GREAT?!
By the way, can you do this? Huh? Can you do this? DIDN’T THINK SO!
Oh yeah, not on video feed. Um. So, what I was doing there, um, was… I was doing like, push-ups… like, you know. With, like, an S1.Sentry on my back. DIDN’T THINK SO! BOOYAH!
Okay, gotta go. Time to set Varelsi hives on fire with my gun. Don’t wanna miss the transport!
See ya, buddy!
– From yer Best Bud,
– Montana (Vote for my theme song as the UPR anthem!)
Battleplan 33: 1/5/17
[Transcription of shipwide communications aboard the UPR ship Nova]
OSCAR MIKE: Kleese! It’s Oscar Mike here. I found this AWESOME clip of a scalewolf pup walking around like a person, and I was gonna send it to everyone as a holomail attachment, but there’s a MAJOR problem. I’ve been HACKED, bro! I can’t open my holomail stuff!
KLEESE: Oscar. I’ve told you time and again, before coming to me with every little thing, first manually induce a full capacitance flux sequence via the primary power coupling.
OSCAR MIKE: Right. Uhhhh… I got everything up until “first”, then you lost me.
KLEESE: Bottom of your station, right hand side, that is, the same side where you hold your gun, there’s a large button. Push the button, wait five seconds, then push it a second time. Off, then on again. Also, PLEASE refrain from gumming up Nova’s PA system with your inane blathering, this channel is reserved for emergency address only.
OSCAR MIKE: That’s what I’m saying, there’s an emergency with my holomail address! My contacts, my newsletters, my fact-a-day messages, this is seriously HECKED UP. I’ve been hacked to heck!
KLEESE: [prolonged audible sigh] What is your holomail address?
OSCAR MIKE: “BRO-M83.email@example.com”
KLEESE: Let’s have a look then, shall we?
OSCAR MIKE: It’s B-R-O –
KLEESE: – YES, yes, I get it, you’re very clever. While you were busy struggling with your spelling, I figured out your issue. You weren’t “hacked”, your account has been suspended and archived. There’s a note here, it seems that the administrator finally caught wind of your persistent violations of the “official communications only” bit of the terms of service.
OSCAR MIKE: Wrong! The only dudes with admin access are the Mike High Command, and all the other Mikes have been SUPER-gone for pretty much ever.
OSCAR MIKE: They’re gone and never coming back, Kleese, and you’ve gotta accept that, like I have! You’ll never see or hear from them again, no matter how close you guys were before, no matter how much fun you had shooting Varelsi faces or swapping stories or playing rock-paper-airstrike. It’s in the past! There’s no use dwelling on those guys, just appreciate the bros you’ve got, instead of crying and writing poems about bros you lost.
KLEESE: Ohhhkayyy, or, HERE’S A THOUGHT, instead of opening up WAY more than I’m comfortable with, you can submit a support ticket to contact the administrator directly.
OSCAR MIKE: …You can do that?
KLEESE: No, YOU can do that, I’m done with IT for the day. Have fun reconnecting. HA!
Battleplan 34: 1/12/17
[Archived transcription of audio recorded in Nova’s med-bay, dated 19959.41]
GHALT: Huh. That was…surprisingly painless. And you’re saying this injection is going to help my knees?
BEATRIX: Almost assuredly. Or what’s LEFT of those pitifully collagenic patellae you generously call “knees”. As your primary-and-only-competent-care physician, I really must recommend we work something mechanical in there. Maybe…tritanium? All you UPR grunts love tritanium!
GHALT: Yeah, on the OUTSIDE. Replacing my skeleton? SO not gonna happen.
BEATRIX: Your loss. Captain, would you kindly bring the next patient in?
OSCAR MIKE: Sup, Cap—hey, where’s the doctor?
BEATRIX: You’re looking at her. Have a seat, Mr…Mike. I’m going to need you to remove your combat armor and helmet.
OSCAR MIKE: My…what? No way! I’m just here for the free band-aids.
BEATRIX: Is he always like this?
GHALT: Pretty much.
BEATRIX: Oscar, I’m going to ask one more time: pretty please, with sugar on top…
OSCAR MIKE: Look, if I wasn’t in MEGA-PEAK CONDITION, could I do THIS? Bam! Totally healthy, no armor removal necessary!
BEATRIX: I was hoping it would come to this.
OSCAR MIKE: To what?
BEATRIX: We don’t have an infracarbon-saw aboard this ship…yet. But I pride myself on innovation in the face of adversity, and I’ve made some…mostly positive findings thus far with this bladed boomerang I borrowed, and an electric toothbrush I’ve recoupled to the med-bay’s primary generator. This should be interesting. Nova, begin recording.
NOVA: Hm? Oh, I record pretty much everything, everywhere, all the time.
BEATRIX: Now THAT’S creepy. Remind me to check your archives later. Captain, restrain the patient.
OSCAR MIKE: Uhhhh…CAPTAIN, PERMISSION TO NOT BE RESTRAINED. Ha! Take THAT, spooky doctor girl!
GHALT: Permission denied.
OSCAR MIKE: You can do that?
GHALT: Yup. Unless you want to lose that chest plate and helmet, soldier.
OSCAR MIKE: But…it’s cold! Awww, man!
GHALT: And the base layer.
BEATRIX: He’s blue?
GHALT: Well, sure. What, you’ve never seen a Galahadrim’s skin before?
BEATRIX: They lose their pigment on expiry.
GHALT: What does—oh. Yeah, he’s blue.
OSCAR MIKE: Do you need me to open my mouth and say “ahhh”?
BEATRIX: No. In fact, do the opposite. Keep it closed, say nothing.
[negligible background noise for 10 seconds]
BEATRIX: Incredible…and you’re certain this is one of the RDC’s quick-culture clones?
GHALT: Yeah, I’ve got it on pretty good authority.
OSCAR MIKE: Don’t tell the others!
GHALT: Riiiight. Anyway, why do you ask?
BEATRIX: He’s actually remarkably healthy compared to most Galahadrim I’ve examined. I mean, all my specimens were also dead and suffering from a variety of injuries, but even so, almost all of them had evidence of pre-existing conditions stemming from ribosomal degradation. It’s exceedingly rare for the quick-culture process to “take” without a host of issues arising…at least, not without specific care to the specimens throughout the maturation phase.
OSCAR MIKE: See? What’d I tell ya! I’m pretty much the greatest.
BEATRIX: Captain, why did the UPR select Galahadrim for the program? As opposed to, say, Aplians? Their musculature is significantly further developed. Or the Aviants? Superior mobility, collectivistic instincts, quicker gestation, shorter juvenile period…
GHALT: Well, originally, it was going to be an Aplian-based program, but changed to Galahadrim just a few months before the program began for a couple of reasons…
OSCAR MIKE: Further developed MY ASS! Captain! Permission to wrestle!
OSCAR MIKE: Damn!
BEATRIX: Yes, but why, Trevor, WHY did it change? If there’s some Galahadrim-specific physiological component of the cloning process, I need to know, both for my own research and to adequately care for Mr. Mike and Mr. Foxtrot.
GHALT: No, no, it’s nothing like that, it’s. Well. Have you ever seen Montana eat?
BEATRIX: Oh. Oh my. The caloric intake necessary to feed an army of mountains must be—
GHALT: “Expensive as all hell,” was the official line. The Galahadrim—
BEATRIX: I’ve seen their digestive tracts before, opened stomachs with corroded rocks and raw meat mixed with standard UPR rations. They’re efficient. I see. And the other reason?
BEATRIX: You said “a couple of reasons”, what’s the other reason for Galahadrim clones?
GHALT: Oh. Uh. Well, at the time, the UPR was going through an aggressive recruitment campaign, you know, lots of “visit exotic places and blow them up!” kinda posters…
BEATRIX: I don’t follow.
GHALT: Well, the UPR’s Ministry of Media decided that some blue would…[sigh]…”pop” more. And we didn’t have a big enough population of Helicians, something about “staple variance factors”, I think?
BEATRIX: Stable variance factorization. You need a particular threshold of genetic diversity to carry out a mass-cloning operation such that any unforeseen mutations don’t propagate enough generational momentum to impact the population as a whole.
GHALT: Uh huh.
BEATRIX: So…he’s blue.
OSCAR MIKE: And BADASS! And healthy as heck!
BEATRIX: Right. Well, I have some archived footage to review. Oscar, I believe we’ve BOTH earned ourselves a piece of candy.
[Drawers opening and closing, metal clattering]
BEATRIX: Captain, WHERE is the candy?
BEATRIX: HOW can I be expected to perform my medical duties if I CAN’T PROPERLY INCENTIVIZE MY PATIENTS? Or my SELF? Or my assistant!
BEATRIX: I’m filing a requisition order. Nova! We need candy for the med-bay!
Story Time with Jythri
- Oscar Mike and Whiskey are clones of a long-dead race known as the Galahadrim.
- Whiskey is from a earlier batch that was considered “defective”, but mostly for psychological reasons. That batch were less ‘group compliant’ as soldiers.
- Whiskey is currently 25 years old. Oscar Mike is 20. They both began clone life as ~20 year old adult Galahadrim.
- Whiskey was only with the RDC for a year, before being rejected from the service. He went AWOL shortly thereafter and has had an “interesting life” since then. Any differences in the Whiskey face and the Oscar Mike face should be attributed to age and lifestyle variances.
NOTES FROM THE CODEX: Galahadrim:
A strong and ferocious blue-skinned race of humanoids from the planet Bromiet, they have been (technically) extinct for almost 1,500 years as their home system was one of the first inhabited planets darkened by the Varelsi. It is only because of the R.D.C. cloning program that the race still exists in the universe at all. Unfortunately, the R.D.C. only had samples of male DNA and thus far has had no luck in replicating females of the species.
Source: GBX Forums