Name: Oan Larsson
Age: 34
Appearance: Standing at a height of 5'10", Oan is a broad shouldered man of the local Arbites. His full head of hair is greying at its crew cut temples, while his goatee is neatly trimmed with slight greying. He is a worn figure, with a stare that penetrates, his brown eyes all knowing. His body full of minor scars, from riots, street fights, and "accidents." his skin is tattoo'd under his shirt and up to his elbows, recalling events, best left out of history. Typically he wears his armoured great coat, black and not without holes, and his grey jack boots, and dark blue utilities.
Personality : Heavy handed, Oan is not liked by the local young gangs. While not corrupt, he is not above looking past minor incidents with the larger, older gangs, if they keep theirs in line. He harbors hatred toward the nobility, for many reasons, but namely the loss of his fellow arbites. He is liked by the general populace, for protecting them from the infractions of the gangers. Though not socially outgoing, he has been known to relax around friends and crack a smile or remark or two. His voice is deep and his laughter deeper.
Background: Born on Saiden II, a small farming sub hive, he ran off to the main hive when his father died during a local mutant uprising. There he lived as a pickpocket until one day at the age of 13, an old Arbite by the name of Siccero Gundus, caught him trying to pickpocket his jacket. After a beating and learning of Oan's past, Gundus took him in as his own. He raised him under reasonable standards, teaching him morality and ethics, and allowing him to choose his own fate. At the age of 17 he enlisted into the Arbites and passed with flying colors thanks to his surrogate father. Gundus went on to later become the Force Chief for 11 years until he died of heart failure. Oan is currently a Platoon Sgt, working his way to station chief. On several occasions there have been attempts on his life from noblemen to muties, as some form of "retribution" for a crime he saw punishable. There has yet to be a successful attempt, though many comrade have been lost as collateral. He is an avid fan of Dolsa's fresh bread.
Weapons: Hax-Orthlack Armsman-10 Pattern Service Pistol(Stub gun on self), Power Maul(on self), Bootknife(on self), Combat shotgun(in personal locker Various ammo)
Equipment: ID badge, Sunglasses, Flasher(think MIB but just blindness), belt with pouches, flash bang(2), ammo(6+1 in gun), armoured great coat, vox bead, hard knuckle gloves, light flak jacket(20mm) with pockets, boots/utilities, under arm holster.
Age: 34
Appearance: Standing at a height of 5'10", Oan is a broad shouldered man of the local Arbites. His full head of hair is greying at its crew cut temples, while his goatee is neatly trimmed with slight greying. He is a worn figure, with a stare that penetrates, his brown eyes all knowing. His body full of minor scars, from riots, street fights, and "accidents." his skin is tattoo'd under his shirt and up to his elbows, recalling events, best left out of history. Typically he wears his armoured great coat, black and not without holes, and his grey jack boots, and dark blue utilities.
Personality : Heavy handed, Oan is not liked by the local young gangs. While not corrupt, he is not above looking past minor incidents with the larger, older gangs, if they keep theirs in line. He harbors hatred toward the nobility, for many reasons, but namely the loss of his fellow arbites. He is liked by the general populace, for protecting them from the infractions of the gangers. Though not socially outgoing, he has been known to relax around friends and crack a smile or remark or two. His voice is deep and his laughter deeper.
Background: Born on Saiden II, a small farming sub hive, he ran off to the main hive when his father died during a local mutant uprising. There he lived as a pickpocket until one day at the age of 13, an old Arbite by the name of Siccero Gundus, caught him trying to pickpocket his jacket. After a beating and learning of Oan's past, Gundus took him in as his own. He raised him under reasonable standards, teaching him morality and ethics, and allowing him to choose his own fate. At the age of 17 he enlisted into the Arbites and passed with flying colors thanks to his surrogate father. Gundus went on to later become the Force Chief for 11 years until he died of heart failure. Oan is currently a Platoon Sgt, working his way to station chief. On several occasions there have been attempts on his life from noblemen to muties, as some form of "retribution" for a crime he saw punishable. There has yet to be a successful attempt, though many comrade have been lost as collateral. He is an avid fan of Dolsa's fresh bread.
Weapons: Hax-Orthlack Armsman-10 Pattern Service Pistol(Stub gun on self), Power Maul(on self), Bootknife(on self), Combat shotgun(in personal locker Various ammo)
Equipment: ID badge, Sunglasses, Flasher(think MIB but just blindness), belt with pouches, flash bang(2), ammo(6+1 in gun), armoured great coat, vox bead, hard knuckle gloves, light flak jacket(20mm) with pockets, boots/utilities, under arm holster.
