Any Ecclesiastical preacher will tell you that anything that opposes the Emperor's might is too weak to oppose it, they say that all xenos life is inferior to humanity's supposed greatness... What a bout of hypocrisy I say. Why the hell would something oppose His will if they're not strong enough to fight us? - Final words spoken to his fellow guards before being incarceration to three consecutive life sentences in the metal refineries.
Name: Hal Varks
Background: Early in Hal's life, he had been a bashful, flirtatious, and boisterous child spurred on by his sense of pride inherit superiority. This pride was merely the product of being a descendant of two Imperial Guardsmen whom had come to Prolial IV to spend their earnings as Guardsmen to live a different life. Such people were rare indeed, for many Guardsmen either find they prefer life in the guard to regular society, or never live to have the chance to leave. Hal's grandparents, acquiring a romantic relationship while in the Guard, had worked hard to be able to escape their service together, and were able to after thirty full years of service in the Astra Militarium.
It really wasn't hard for either of the hardened veterans to find work, and they both landed security positions in one of the 'Metal Barons' mansions, giving them steady income to raise their three children. Each of their children had all learnt from their parents relatively early in life the necessary knowledge and skills to pass as a professional Guardsman. The two boys turned into men of valor and loyalty, one joining the Arbites and securing a high standing in his department, while the other was hired into the same security position as his parents, following in their well paid stead.
Hal's mother, the only daughter of his grandparents, did not fall behind her brothers, gender be damned. Valery Varks was a sturdy, loud, and a complete and total hardass. She had drifted from a few occupations, from local mine guards, to being a personal bodyguard to a few high paying merchants. But in each and every job she had, she would be forced to resign when her superiors frowned upon her blazing temper and harsh punishments.
Oddly enough, the same qualities that got her fired from more than one career made her completely perfect for her next position in the local Planetary Defense Force as a drill officer, leading the new recruits into a training regime that closely resembled hell.
Any trooper that was in her jurisdiction can say that she had weeded out about half of the recruits in the first four days of training. And even though the PDF's regulation on troop quality was lax, her commanding officers saw it fit to turn a blind eye to her harsh, and down right sadistic methods.
When Hal had been born, both of his parents had promised to provide a good quality life for their son, but keep his discipline in check, as was military custom. However, growing up, Hal had always held an air of superiority to his peers due to his family's history, and he had set himself high as a leader of a little inner city gang. Swaying quite a few young men and women, merely children some, Hal had secured himself a few blocks of territory in one of the refinery habs, and even led a takeover of another small upstart gang.
However, Hal's charisma and bravado could not outweigh his ego, and he soon found himself at the mercy of his mother's sub psychotic temper. When she had finally caught wind of her son's little gang, she was furious beyond words, and it took many nights of her husband's placating to calm her down to reasonable levels. That only gave her more time to plan out her retribution on her wayward son, and with her influential position in the local PDF garrison, she had devised clear cut operation to capture all of the gangers with "official warrants'' of search and arrest. It proved to be a perfect training operation for her trainees and her operation, excluding the arrest of her son, was a resounding success.
Even with the operation was finished and celebrated as a success, her work was not yet done. Hal knew quite well that being spared by the PDF search definitely didn't mean he was safe, far from it in fact. Finally caught in his mother's meticulously constructed web, no amount of physical prowess or bravado could save him from the ensuing punishment.
Three years went by, three long, grueling, horrendous years of torturer drudged on by as Hal experienced the same harsh training each and every day alongside the PDF troopers under Valery Varks' leadership from dawn til dusk. With, of course, the exception of him getting the hardest and cruelest of treatments in the training. The action was threefold for Valery, one benefit was to vent her ever present frustration, another was to hammer every bit of discipline and punishment out on Hal, and finally, to set an example to the other PDF trainees just what happens when you piss of the drill officer.
At the end of those three years, which he had seen about nine units of troopers go through training, Hal Varks was a changed man. No longer did he possess the ego of a noble's child, no longer did he boast and preach of his family's greatness. His demeanor had turned from haughty and entitled to reserved and professional, indoctrinated into the lifestyle of a hardened PDF trooper. He had grown physically into a stalwart, lean figure of a true warrior, and possessed some scars like a true warrior would. He had learnt proper drill and tactics in urban warfare, in riot containment and individual take-downs.
Finally seeing fit to turn her son turned man loose of his punishment, Valery let Hal seek out his own path in life, but had instilled the skills he would need far more than once in his life. Hal had sought out the same Metal Baron who had employed multiple members of his family for work, and seeing his pedigree, he was accepted immediately. He was given housing, food, and a job for probably the best twelve years of his life. He had achieved a position of personal guard to Metal Baron Elicor after years of working from the bottom dregs of night guard
As all great things, the life Hal had etched out for himself was torn away with one free-minded comment, one foolish deed that meant little to him, but to the mansion's head priest, it was a crime warranting an arrest on the charge of rebellion to the Imperial way. exactly two hours after the priest overhearing the comment, Arbites stormed the barracks and arrested Hal on the charge of treachery and was condemned to three consecutive life sentences of manual labor in the penal metal refineries.
Five more years of hell, although not as harsh as his mother's punishment, the prison was a place where you were either a submissive grunt, or a brutish overlord. Hal had heard stories of the penal factories and how men and women alike were murdered over simple scraps of crummy rations. Thankfully, with his skill in hand to hand combat, and his psychological conditioning, he persevered. But not without taking a few lives to save his own.
That's why, when a massive alien space hulk was sighted over Prolial IV, and the PDF had enacted penal recruitment of 'forgivable crimes', it seemed like divine providence. He was the first of many who were offered the position as a basic PDF trooper and he readily accepted. Hal had kept mainly to himself during the one month training of the PDF, and thankfully he wasn't assigned to his mother's camp. As expected, he had passed through the training with ease, only faltering slightly with firearm drills from five years of not holding a lasgun.
Appearance: Standing at five feet eleven inches, Hal hides many scars that mar his pale hide. His bulk is not very chiseled, but holds substantial mass from years of physical strain. His eyes are a pale blue, set deep in his skull, eternally casting his eyes in an ominous shadow. His hair is a turf of pale blond fur, hanging at the top of his head. His jawline is broad and sharp, matted with muscles. His left cheek is etched by a long snakelike scar induced by barbed wire, that runs from below his cheekbone to his lower jaw.
His time in the penal refineries, Hal had earned quite a few shiv marks, the most evident one a jagged line etched vertically under his left eye.
Personality: In the early days of Hal's life, he had held an outlook of optimism and pride over his qualities. He held bouts of bravado on the part of himself being a descendant of a mighty Imperial Guardsman, and was always eager to prove himself to be just as good as his grandfather. In later years, Hal had taken up a persona of professionalism, no more were his boast of heritage, for Hal, action and duty spoke loader than words.
With the final transition of his life, Hal became hardened and cold, caring little for others well being, In battle he is brutal and devastating with fast, viscous blows could send even the hardest of prisoners to the floor.
Equipment: spare frag grenades and las charges, sun-standard flak vest, combat knife, and flak helmet.
Weapon: Single shot regulation las-carbine
(Welp, that's finally done, tell me what you think darkreever, and I'll make any corrections if they are due.)
Last edited by Khornate Renegade; 03-30-16 at 11:11 PM.