Ooohh right ill post that. I had it done like 2 days ago, but then thanksgiving happened...
This is the finished one.
Name: Lucius Vermillion
Appearance: He has piercing blue eyes that seem to stare into the depths of your soul. It is said that the eyes tell all - this is a philosophy he ascribes to and it is also true about him. When he is angry, his eyes seem to be on fire - though the rest of his body may show nothing - and when sad, or depressed, they soften. If you want to know him, just stare into his eyes.
He has shaggy brown hair that looks as if it hasn’t been washed in months (probably because it hasn’t), and an impeccable smile. He is around 6" tall and strongly built - if not for his constants smiling, he would be a very intimidating person. Even with it, few would want to mess with him, especially if they see him fight - He's not particularly skilled, but he never stops smiling. This disarms less experienced foes better than any knife could.
Quirk: He is almost always smiling, unless something horrible is happening. It's very disarming to witness, especially in a fight - having his cold, cruel smile staring straight at you would send a chill through even the most experienced of soldiers.
If Lucius isn't smiling, those around him had better take heed - something is about to go wrong.
Background: He was born to nobility on the airless hive world Umayyad, home of the Astral Hunters (self made chapter, name still being decided, paintscheme avatar). His father was the head of a large district, and was famous for having destroyed a cult of tzeentch starting on the planet without help from the Astartes, using only his own men and a free-lance detective Michael Straube. He was a former Commissar in the royal navy, and wanted his son to follow in his footsteps.
Lucius was planning to join the military, but before he left for the recruiters he saw his girlfriend one last time. He used his spare key to enter her house and went up to her room, finding her dead on the ground. Her body was mutilated almost beyond recognition, and she had obviously been brutally raped and tortured before her eventual death. He fell to the ground sobbing, and reached out to her and plucked the necklace he had given her for her birthday. It was a pendant with both their initials encircled upon a winged heart (he had ordered it specially made).
He was leaving the room when the local police force came rushing into the house. They saw him and subdued him, and he blacked out. He returned to consciousness in a dark room where they attempted to make him confess. He refused, using the image of her body as a reason to hold out - the real killer had to be brought to justice.
Numerous people testified against him, against his character and that he had indeed been in the house long enough to commit the murder. One man in particular caught his eye, an evil looking man with an eyepatch who wore a deadly looking knife at his side. The man claimed to have been his deceased lover's mandolin instructor, but Lucius knew this was false because he had been the one teaching her. The man said that she had told him of her fears that Lucius would snap before leaving, and that she was terrified. Instantly, Lucius knew he had to avenge his love. He waited, and the sentence was ordered. There was no direct proof, but there was enough circumstantial evidence to sentence him to a life in prison. Lucius knew this was perfect, he would find a way to end his antagonist.
He was sixteen then. He stayed in jail for two years, biding his time and becoming stronger. Finally he found a way to escape, and he used a shiv he had crafted to take down a guard and then hid the body. He spent months searching for the murderer of his love, and finally found that bastard.
He was a mandolin teacher, and had taught Lucius' father. That is where he found the man, sitting with his father instructing him. Lucius stared in disbelief, and hesitated, debating killing the man with his father there. His father, however, had no such restraints, and pulled a lasgun off the wall and open fired. Lucius ducked under the table and returned fire, hitting his father's legs and then got up and finished him with a single shot to the head, tears running down his face. His father had never looked so proud.
He chased after the escaping murderer, not realizing that he himself fit the category, smiling to himself as he felt the distance closing. He gunned down the man, but didn’t kill him, only crippling him. He looked into his adversary's eyes and gouged his eyes out slowly, cutting him in multiple places and smiling grimly. He finally ended the monster, his work completed. He returned to the house, and picked up his father's mandolin. He hugged it to himself closely, crying and laughing at the same time. He stayed there for hours, and was eventually found by the authorities. He didn't resist, allowing himself to be taken - his work was finished.
They put him on trial, this time easily linking him to the two murders he committed, with his own confession. However, they admired his courage and daring, and so offered him another choice other than death - a chance to serve in the Penal legions of the Imperial guard. He accepted, but didn’t get what he bargained for...
One relic from a past life: Lucius was able to keep his fathers mandolin after expressing his mastery of it. Apparently the Commissar who recruited him had a thing for music… Then something about moral… or something… All he knows is that he will stay sane, and he may well survive.
Reason for induction into the penal legion: The murder of his father and lover's killer. He hunted the murderer down ruthlessly, and was forced to kill his father as well - this both impressed the court and required a death sentence, so they took the alternative and gave him a change to serve.
Reaction to induction: He was excited at the prospect of not dying. Still though… He's not particularly happy about being trapped in the military equivalent to hell for the rest of his life. While he kind of repents his actions, he also wants out - the two will most likely conflict often...
Specialist skill: He is an expert Mandolin player, and is able to put many animals and beasts to rest using it, as well as calm the nerves of other people. It is how he relaxes, and though he plays it constantly, his ever-changing harmonies ranging from melodic to downright harsh never get tiring to listen to. He is rarely asked to stop (and when he does he ignores it), but rather to play only a specific type of music. This often ends in his stopping, because he gets bored after a while but does not wish to aggravate others unnecessarily.
Relationships with other characters: none as of yet, but he is fairly open to making friends… as long as they don’t mess with his mandolin.
If you go down to the woods today, be wary