Vurrunna's Characters (Runner Lucas, Gue'la Ukos, Officer Geran)

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Name: Runner Lucas de Nongentia, of the Draxin Penal Legions

Gender: Male
Age: 18yo
Physical Build: Small and lightweight
Notes: Continually wears a gasmask hooked up to a refined oxygen cartridge (weak lungs due to Draxin's atmosphere, has difficulty performing strenuous activity without mask)
Regiment: Draxin Penal Legions
Born: Draxin Penal Colonies, Site 7
Training: Basic Draxin Boot-Camp
Position: Serves as a runner between locations, good at sneaking about and spying on the enemy

Summary: Lucas de Nongentia is one of near countless poor whelps born to the dusty waste pile that is the Draxin Penal Colonies. Lucas was abandoned at birth (as are near all children on Draxin), and was promptly enlisted with the local Guard. He was raised on combat training and firing lasguns, but consistently retained the deplorable tendency of being kind to near everyone around him (often including the enemy, until his commander reminds him to shoot them rather than pull them out of fires).

Lucas has a very light frame, and stands at only a bit taller than a ratling. He is also rather soft-spoken, requiring he use more hand-signals than speech during the thick of combat. As Draxin has a very coarse atmosphere filled with dust and sand, Lucas has relatively weak lungs--as this is a common problem in the Legion, soldiers are administered oxygen masks for combat use (though Lucas uses his at near all times). Lucas's uniform consists of his Legion-issued wide-brimmed helmet, alongside a black (faded to dark-grey) tunic with several light slabs of armor. He carries a few bags and pouches for supplies and letters, and usually has extra ammo for his allies' guns.

Other: Lucas's hearing is also limited, requiring a Guard-issued hearing aid. When active, it can often work better than standard ears--however, he has a bad habit of turning it off at night, leading to unfortunate occurrences of him sitting peacefully by while alarms sound and guns fire all around him.

Character Sheet

High Concept: Friendly Little Soldier
Trouble: Too Kind for his Own Good (e.g. Always trusts people, only resorts to violence when directly commanded)
Aspect: Quick on his Feet

Careful: 2
Clever: 1
Flashy: 1
Forceful: 0
Quick: 3
Sneaky: 2

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Name: Officer Geran de Octavia, of the Draxin Penal Legions

Gender: Male
Age: 42yo
Physical Build: Short and Stocky, with a good Left Hook
Notes: Has various cybernetic augmentations, including (but not limited to)--a robotic left arm, a cybernetic left eye, augmented lungs, a replaced kidney, and a few tooth fillings.
Regiment: Draxin Penal Legions
Born: Draxin Penal Colonies, Orbital
Position: Commanding Officer of 18th Platoon

Summary: Officer Geran was born to an upper-class family on Draxin, which is to say his father was the meanest and smartest criminal on the whole planet, and made sure that he never worked a day in his life. Part of this bargain for his easy life included giving all of his children up to serve in the Penal Legions, which, combined with the man's promiscuous lifestyle, has led to over twenty-seven officers of his lineage serving Draxin. Officer Geran is one of these many.

Geran is a rather unorthodox officer, willing to drink to a man's health one minute then shoot him in the back the next should he suspect treachery. He is very loyal to the Empire, but the question remains whether it is out of devotion to the Emperor or out of a desire to protect his men (one heretic left unchecked will lead to the corruption of the entire unit, resulting in their entire purging--an occurance Geran works hard to ensure never comes to pass).

Geran's uniform is a black-leather trench coat and pitch-black officer's cap, all adorned with silver highlights and considerable dust and grunge. He carries a chainsword and bolt pistol, though often prefers to engage in a match of fistacuffs and use his augmented arm to (quite literally) tear his opponent a new one. His thin lips and sunken eye-sockets have tattoos representing a skull, which he claims is a fear-tactic to let the enemy know that "death is kicking down their door."

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Name: Gue'la Ukos (roughly, Human ally "Spoons"), Tau Auxiliary

Gender: Male
Age: 29 yo
Physical Build: Tall and lanky
Notes: Wears glasses, short and scruffy brown hair, smirks too much and overly sarcastic (may cause problems with operations)
Regiment: Tau Valmaria Auxiliaries, posted on forward outpost duty (maintenance, manning systems, etc.)
Born: Valmaria
Training: Shas'ui Vae'Gar's Seven-Day "So You Wanna Join the Greater Good" Crash Course Boot Camp
Position: Computer/maintenance worker (Tau equivalent might be Fio'la, or Earth-caste worker)

Summary: Spoons was born to some backwater farmers in the middle of a swamp full of vicious owls and smelly mud (he never knew which was worse). All his life, he dreamed of working in the great cities of the Imperium, among the machinery and computation systems, but his less-than-wealthy upbringing and inability to work with machines promised he'd never be able to do the work he really wanted (unless he joined the Guard, which was a death sentence). One can imagine his delight when the Tau started handing out technology and job openings like candy (and the machines didn't even have spirits inside of 'em!).

Ukos (as he demands he be called, rather than his given name, Spoons [I said they were backwater, right?]) is a tall fellow grown off of roasted roots and constant sarcasm, which has left him a considerably sassy fellow (troubling, when he has important reports to send in ladled with "Oh, no, they aren't sending anyone to that base you just swiped from under their noses"). He has a habit of constantly pushing up his glasses, as well as huffing and smirking at near everything people say to him. His less-than-agreeable personality, paired with his astounding knack for Tau technology, has landed him a permanent position manning a sparse listening post that only ever holds a few Pathfinders or passers-by at a time.

Despite all his negative qualities, Ukos is very loyal to the Greater Good, and is very willing to put himself in harm's way if necessary in order to accomplish the mission or ensure the safety of more important resources. He relishes the opportunity to be more than just some miscellaneous soul that an ancient skeleton light years away could just toss away on a whim.

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** Note: I don't have 100% knowledge of all Tau lore, and as essentially any Tau in the RP are from T'au (Kaiser confirmed there's only T'au on Valmaria), I can't just make up my own legion with its own rules. As such, I'm mostly guesstimating with Varon's background on T'au, and assuming he comes from a unique and local branch of military for anything I get wrong. **

Name: Shas'saal T'au Varon (roughly, Fire-caste cadet Varon from the planet T'au)

Gender: Male
Age: ~18yo (Tau equivalent)
Physical Build: Short and slim
Notes: Always has a positive attitude and a smile on his face
Regiment: Secondary Forward Reconnaissance Cadre
Born: T'au
Training: Incomplete Pathfinder training regimen (training disrupted by rapid deployment; further training has been completed in the field)
Position: Pathfinder cadet; serves a purely reconnaissance role, and is under direct orders to avoid conflict whenever possible.

Summary: Shas'saal T'au Varon was born and raised in a relatively small settlement on T'au, located in the wilderness. Like most Fire Caste, he was entered into training from a young age, showing a particularly high inclination for noticing small details and tracking over unfamiliar ground rapidly. All the same, most of his memories of his childhood are focused around his training, taking long-term camping trips into the most dangerous regions of the plains, living off of the land, and even hunting big game.

This was where the cracks in Varon's abilities began to arise. Despite his aptitude for reconnaissance and scouting, Varon was strange among Fire Castes, being exceedingly gregarious and gentle. This lead to some conflict of interest among his peers, as he had a knack for brightening the atmosphere whenever he was around, but had difficulty connecting on a personal level. He also took to weapons training with loathing, which sparked serious concern with his superiors. During his first hunting trip, when his Shas'ui commanded him to take the shot on a dangerous beast, Varon froze up, questioning why they had to hurt the creature; this lead to the beast spotting the Pathfinders and several of his La'rua mates nearly being injured.

Though his Shas'ui had intended to recommend him for extended training to exhaust his unfortunate softness, imminent need required that Varon's La'rua be sent off prematurely, the rest of their training to be finished on the field. As such, Varon and his La'rua arrived on Valmaria still with the status of Shas'saal (essentially, cadet).

Due to their inexperience, the La'rua was assigned to various minor reconnaissance missions, often serving as passive support to more experienced Pathfinder teams and filling in where the fully-trained Pathfinders couldn't be spared. Over the intervening months, Varon's La'rua mates had many opportunities to commend themselves, while Varon became increasingly more averse to combat the more he encountered it. This began to ostracize him from his La'rua, who saw him as weak, and were often frustrated by his hesitance to action.

Eventually, things came to a point where they no longer operated as a proper unit. Realizing the dysfunction, the Sha'ui recommended Varon to be transferred to a more reconnaissance-heavy position. The transfer came as a strike to Varon's middling pride and self-worth, being separated from the La'rua he had been with since he began training, but allowed him a much more suitable role in a primarily non-combat position, where he began to excel.
of violence.

Personality: Despite his somewhat troubled upbringing, Varon is a positive figure, always smiling and finding the pleasantries in a situation. He's exceptionally friendly, and prefers the peaceful approach to the violent or aggressive in all circumstances. He's very averse to combat, often suggesting they try and "work things out" with a target rather than neutralize them (his Shas'ui sometimes joked--off the record of course--that Varon would have made a much better Water Caste). Despite his happy personality, Varon takes his work as a Pathfinder very seriously, and pays exceptionally close attention to his surroundings and the trail before him. Varon has had a greater opportunity to make acquaintances outside of his old La'rua, and has even made friends with several of the reconnaissance Pathfinders who have been more understanding of his distaste for violence.

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Varon's Character Sheet

High Concept: "Nothin' Like a Scouting Trip!" Varon loves his work as a Pathfinder, and is right at home in the wild
Trouble: "No One Needs to Die! Please Don't Die!!" Varon doesn't want anyone to die, and he certainly doesn't want to kill anyone
Aspect: "Let's Be Friends" Varon is very gregarious, and enjoys making friends; not everyone takes this the right way

Careful: 3
Clever: 1
Flashy: 1
Forceful: 0
Quick: 2
Sneaky: 2

Varon is skilled in perception and survival, and well-versed in traveling quickly and quietly. However, he has a weaker grasp of commanding any given situation, and is both physically weak and widely incapable of violence.