Join Date: May 2015
Location: The frozen plains
Sorry I'm late to the party. I haven't taken part in a role play game in ages! I am a bit rusty but mind if I tag along? My character so far, happy to edit it if its not what you are looking for!
Name: Atlas Stormhaven
Description: Standing approximately 5’ 10”, Atlas has often been one of the smallest during his tour of service. He is quite slim, with little in the way of muscle or fat. He is bald, with only a hint of stubble on his chin. His right eye is a vivid dark blue, while the left has been replaced with bionics. Save for his left eye, Atlas has little in the way of scars. On his back is tattooed the names of the planets he has fought on. Around his neck he carries a bullet with his initials carved into it.
To the untrained eye his armour and wargear appear to be standard issue, practical and well looked after. However, Atlas has made small modifications to improve its efficiency in-between deployments, much to the annoyance of the ships armourer.
Personality: Atlas is an eternal optimist, always seeing the light side of any situation no matter how grim. His devotion to the holy emperor of mankind is so strong, he cares not for what horrors are thrown at him, only that he dies performing the emperors will. After combat operations, he is always the first to make a joke of the situation. His views on life and his dry wit however are not to everyone’s taste, and so often ends up being left chuckling to himself. However, once he puts on his armour and descends into the hells of war, gone is the joking half-wit to be replaced with the cool, calculating solider of the Imperium. The change between these two personas is almost instantaneous, as if he can shift between the two by just flicking switch. This is obviously the result of the harsh training he received at the Schola Progenium, to be able to focus his mind to become the ultimate surgical tool of the Astra militarium. However, it is not unknown for him to blurt out an inappropriate comment during an operation.
At the age of 5, Atlas was found by an Ordo Xenos inquisitor in the wake of an Ork infestation. Somehow he had survived and hid himself in an underground bunker. Upon discovery, the boys survival and his apparent lack of fear sparked the inquisitor’s curiosity and so he decided to adopt him into this retinue. For 5 years Altas was taught by the inquisitor and his retinue basic survival techniques and of the holy emperor. He spent many an hour with the Inquisitor’s Jokaero weaponsmith, learning a few tricks in weapon improvement. He was of course nowhere neared as skilled as his furry mentor, but he had certainly shown promise.
At the age of 10 he was given over to the Schola Progenium to complete his training. It was intended that he become an acolyte and perhaps one day become the Inquisitors successor. However, he never returned, leaving the boy to become a Scion.
The knowledge he gained from his time with the jokaero helped him to become adept at manipulating the machine spirit of almost any imperial weapon or vehicle. He was even sometimes able to interact with xenos machinery, making it bend to his will, at least long enough to complete his task. During a mission to rescue a planetary governor from a tyranid splinter fleet, it was he who coxed a badly damaged chimera back to life, ensuring their escape to the extraction zone with only moments to spare.
His sheer determination and faith in the Emperor has ensured his survival during his fairly short military career. Although he is certain he will die in service to the Emperor, he knows that he will do so with no regrets. He is determined his life will be long however. He was told that “Everyone has a bullet with their name on”, and so ensures it his him who carries that bullet.