Name: Julian Rhodes
Appearance: Julian is short and stocky. He stands at just over 5’9 and his build is big, his wide girth is down to his lack of physical exertion compared to the soldiers serving beside him. His shocking mass of black hair frames his smiling face and sparkling blue eyes that, while looking friendly, have a strange look that suggests they have seen more than their fair share of death and despair. His jaw is square with rough stubble growing on it. His nose is solid and upon it rests a pair of glasses, their lenses cracked and the arms bent.
Julian can never be found without his simple apron, constantly stained with blood, rarely his own. He carries a small pack with him that carries all that the Legion will provide him to treat the wounded.
Quirk: Julian is more than a little crazy. Soldiers reckon that his years of being around death have ‘loosened his screws’. At times he has been known to completely zone out and just sit, staring into space, thinking of things no-one else knows. But most of the time he just seems overly friendly, occasionally talking to himself but who doesn't right? However those who are around him for a long time may begin to realize he has seemingly two personalities.
Background: Julian was born on a backwater world that no-one cared about. He lived out a dull existence. His parents expected little so he gave little for them to be proud of. His life looked like it was going in the direction of all the others, in a downward spiral.
However Julian’s moment came when he stumbled upon the doctor that treated the populace of the village. The doctor had fallen badly and his leg was broken. The doctor called out to the young Julian and warily he came over.
The doctor instructed Julian carefully what to do and, upon seeing the boy’s work, invited him to become a apprentice of his. Not seeing anything else to do with his life Julian walked out on his parents and became the doctor’s apprentice. He learnt all he could from the doctor and the doctor taught all he knew, amazed by the boy’s seemingly endless thirst for knowledge.
But Julian was not destined to become a simple doctor. For war descended upon his world. Vast hordes of the enemy swept across the plains before any resistance could be raised. Soon there were only tiny pockets of resistance, small villages that were guarded by the men of the land, armed with ancient lasguns and rusting tanks.
Julian’s aged master was called into service, to be the village’s medic, on the front line. Julian refused to watch his master die a needless death from enemy fire and so, after drugging his master into a deep sleep, gathered his master’s equipment and set out for the front line.
There he saw blood, gore, death, despair and everything bad about the human race. He bandaged gaping wounds under heavy shell fire; he administered painkillers while the enemy was only metres away. Somehow the young boy survived. And somehow so too did the village.
Julian returned to his master’s house to find that nothing remained. At some point during the fierce fighting a shell had levelled the simple house to the ground, leaving nothing but rubble. Tears filling his eyes the young Julian ran into the rubble. Falling to his knees amongst the rock he lowered his head, only to feel the cool barrel of a gun pressed against the back of his head. A rasping voice demanded him to raise put his hands on his head. Julian was slowly rising when the barrel was gone. Hearing a thud behind him Julian turned to see a tall man, dressed in the uniform of the enemy, lying face down in the dirt, a gun in his hand. Blood was flowing freely from the clean wound in the man’s back. Julian searched for his saviour but could find no-one.
Angels of Death fell from the heavens and wiped the planet clean of the enemy. And then, as quickly as they had arrived, they were gone, leaving the crippled population of the planet to rebuild their planet and salvage what was left of their old lives.
For a few years Julian stayed on the planet, helping to rebuild as much as he could. But soon the sheer boredom set in. Julian missed the adrenaline. He missed knowing that you could be struck down at any moment. He missed war. And so the next day, with the knowledge that a ship was passing nearby, carrying a Penal Legion, Julian walked up behind the mayor of the village, pulled a scalpel from his pocket and drove it into the man’s shoulders.
Julian knew the man would live but from the amount of blood you would think the man had died twice over. Julian was seized and carried away. But before he could be dragged to prison he stopped the guards and returned to the man, guns following his every move. Julian bent over and squeezed the wound. Almost immediately the bleeding ceased. Julian, content his vows were upheld, then turned and requested he was made a member of the Penal Legion.
Ever since that day Julian has served as a medic for his Penal Legion. He has fought on worlds he could never have imagined and saved soldiers whose names will go down in legend. But above all he has got the thrill back. The near-death experiences that fuel his life.
Finding himself enveloped into the 21st he travelled with them when they and the Guard Regiment they were attached to were sent to help shore up defences of a backwater world of Yetrick near Saben. The Dark Eldar had begun to raid this world after large ore deposits were discovered just below the planet’s surface. This was Julian’s first taste for action, real brutal action. Without the medical supplies he had had during the battle upon his homeworld he made do with nothing but an old knife and a laspistol. He fused bone and sealed flesh, all while the Dark Eldar fought around him.
His second campaign, took place a world that he can no longer remember the name of, but it was against a rebel human faction that was intent on overthrowing the imperial government. During this war Julian was lost and presumed dead after disappearing as part of a rearguard action. He was found three days later, whispering to himself and rocking backwards and forwards the doctors feared him crazy. And perhaps they were right, but Julian would not show it. It was only a few hours after him begin found that he returned to his role as medic. What was left of the 21st Penal Legion was folded into the newly forming 23rd.
One relic from a past life: Julian always carries an empty photo frame. He holds it with him in the hope that one day, the man that saved his life will appear to him and he can place that man’s face in the frame.
Reason for induction into the penal legion: Julian was at a dead end. He saw no option but to end his life. Unfortunately for him, when he swore to save the Emperor’s citizens he also swore to never take a life, even his own. So he joined the Penal Legion, so that someone else can do it for him.
Reaction to induction: Julian strives to see the universe before his life draws to a close. He works through his daily existence like each day could be his last because, it could.
Specialist skill: Somewhat renowned on his home planet for his skills with the scalpel Julian is a fine medic and has taken up that role in the Penal Legion.
Relationships with other characters: Any takers?
Wargear: A large knife, Bandages, a pair of long-range magnoculars (mostly used for spotting injured troopers), an old service-issue laspistol
Last edited by Romero's Own; 11-27-12 at 09:32 PM.