(I've read and re-read the backstory and lore but due to the depth there's a good chance I'll mess something up, if that's the case then I'll be more than happy to change it)

Name: Whitley 
Nickname: N/A
Age: 24
Birth Date: November 8th, 25,633
Gender: Male
Planet of Origin: Nova Terra
Race/Species: Human 
Height: 6' 1"
Weight: 220lbs
Physical Description or Image:
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Social Class: Affiliated with the Imperial Family
Titles: Lieutenant (Groomed for a potential promotion to Captain)
Occupation: Imperial Stormtrooper
Hobbies/Pastimes: Though the famed Imperial training regime takes up most of his time Whitley greatly enjoys reading and learning about the History of the empire as well as other cultures
Talents/Skills: Extremely capable marksman and overall combatant, untapped potential in military stratagem 
Religious Beliefs: Agnostic

Personality: For an Imperial Guardsman Whitley is more approachable than most however is extremely defensive of his organization and past exploits on other planets, leading to the impression that he is far more capable of the often morally ambiguous actions of a Stormtrooper than he at first may seem. Despite this Whitley is rather open and unfailingly polite, particularly to nobles from various other planets and naturally the Imperial Family itself.

Biography: Whitley was born in the Undercity of Nova Terra and as like most Imperial Stormtroopers, to parents that he'd never meet. Whitley was raised primarily by a small family who operated a salvage shop in one of the slightly less crime infested areas, however by the time he turned 13 Whitley was deemed too much of a burden by the financially struggling family and was sent out to make his own way on Nova Terra.

For at least a year Whitley would bed with some acquaintances he'd made as a child and sell any useful scrap he came across in the slums, though he would never make contact with the family that raised him again. It was around this time Whitley had encountered a small patrol of Imperial Guardsmen, their presence in a gloomy place like the Undercity giving them an almost heroic like aura to the young Whitley. The encounter stayed with him for the remainder of his days, though he never would find out that the Stromtroopers had been in the area solely to quell a particularly violent uprising amongst the syndicates of criminals, severely.

Feeling inspired by these larger than life beacons of hope and accompanied by the knowledge that Guardsman often took street urchins like himself into their ranks he had sought to join and was put through the extremely harsh and seemingly unending training process. Despite the enormous physical strain, particularly for a less nourished youth, Whitley showed fantastic promise as a Guardsman, excelling in many of their combat exercises and eventually adapting his body to the daily punishment the training entailed. By the time he turned eighteen Whitley was enlisted as a full Guardsman.

Since then Whitley has grown to become an extremely capable member of the Guardsmen and has earned the rank of Lieutenant. However the years of brutal enforcement by the Guardsmen with which Whitley has willing partaken in and the increasingly glaring cracks in the Empire have left Whitley much more disenfranchised. Whilst never being as fanatic as some of his brethren he had always held steadfast loyalty to the Empire and the Imperial Family, but many nobles have noted to themselves his much more conflicted mind on both the Empire and his own morality. Something that, in the hands of a more savvy noble, can become dangerous.

After all, the support of one of the previously unflappable and fanatically devoted Imperial Stormtroopers is not support to be ignored...