Alright, this will be my character, since the Inquisitor Lord Xersus will be NPC'd. 

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Name: Sergeant Alexander Westfield

Gender: Male

Age: 67

Appearance: 
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Equipment:
+Carapace Armour: Being a veteran of countless conflicts before being acquired by the Inquisition, continuing to maintain a set of carapace armor is not surprising. Off duty he usually only wears the breastplate over his uniform, but when going into a warzone or knowing a fight is coming, he has a full body suit of carapace armor to wear, providing decent protection for little tradeoff.

+Cybernetic Enhancements: Countless injuries in the field have led to a fairly robust amount of replacement parts for his body. Extensive work had to be done on his head after a bolter round blew off a good chunk of the side of his face and head, almost having killed him outright. His skull was reinforced, a secondary layer on the side that was damaged linking with his replacement eye, also built to last rather than fancy traits and technology.

In addition, a brief stint with his regiment's Stormtroopers saw him upgraded with limited bionics in his arms and legs, increasing his strength and speed, though obviously not to the extent of those with dedicated training and bionics for such things, but they help. This also increases his staying ability on the battlefield, not as susceptible to fatigue as an unaugmented guardsman.

+Accatran pattern Mk XI Shotgun: While Sgt. Westfield is well trained and versed in the various and sundry weapons in the Imperium of Man, and is more than capable of fielding a fair number of them, his go to weapon of choice is the Shotgun. With a variety of ammunition types available, coupled with the fact that, up close, the hitting power is more than sufficient for dealing with the enemies of Man. He carries buckshot normally, as well as a handful of slugs, and can augment the ammunition he carries depending on the job he was walking into.

+Serrated Combat Knife: Hardy, simple, and lethal in the hands of someone who knows their way around a knife fight, Sgt. Westfield hasn't the resources nor status, compared to others that are within the retinue. But, between his bionics and his own knowledge of armor and weapons, he can do surprisingly well with just a knife.

Personality: Sgt. Westfield has spent enough time in the field of war to have lost any sense of formality. His respect isn't hard to earn, be upfront in their dealings with him and their service to the Emperor. Westfield is gruff and to the point, having long since stopped caring about formality and being correct in the protocol for speaking with others, and doesn't think highly of fresh faces, regardless of their prior experience, instead wanting to see them prove themselves before giving any ground. Beyond that, Westfield is a simple man, cigar near always clenched in his mouth, whether lit or unlit, and finds pleasure in working the armory, handling any gear that comes under his care.

History: Born into a hive world, Westfield was a ganger growing up, having a natural knack for any weapon that might come into his grasp. Whether it was a knife, autogun, or some improvised version of more powerful weapons, he was the go to man when it came to firepower. So when he was selected as part of the Guard tithe, it was little surprise to those who knew his record. Getting bundled off made their regiment look skilled, and got rid of a problematic thorn in the sides of the Adeptus Arbites present on the planet. The men who saw fit to make sure he was sent off to war expected him to die or get executed, but fate, luck, or divine intervention saw fit to see otherwise.

No matter the battlefield, from rain soaked trenches and claustrophobic street fighting, to high speed armored battles on the plains and defending towns against encroaching invaders, Sgt, Westfield was badly injured when fighting the Chaos forces during a siege, and the infection that set in afterwords did more to almost kill him than the actual glancing blow by the bolter fire. It was after this injury he was relegated to working as a Quartermaster, maintaining all the equipment and issuing it as ordered. It was here he started dealing with the Stormtroopers of his regiment, and after both their sergeant and the Quartermaster requested it, was transferred to the Stormtrooper squads. Sgt. Westfield fit in naturally, any equipment issued he used without a problem. He was given his arm and leg augmentations, and it was as a Stormtrooper he met, and was enlisted by, Inquisitor Lord Xersus, then simply an Inquisitor.

He was barely fifty one years old when this happened, having served his regiment for nearly 33 standard years, and would spend the next 16 years working as a field specialist in weaponry, becoming adept at identifying traitor weapons, as well as xeno to an extent, as well as the various weapons wielded by other members of the Imperial forces. He grew to respect tech priests during this time, comfortably working with them, unlike others who might be uncomfortable with the extreme level of bionics and augmentations they might have. It was here he found himself being called forward for the mission that would make waves in the Inquisition, though he had no idea that would be what happened.

Position in Retinue: Quartermaster off duty and Weapons Master in the field. (Brings whatever equipment may be necessary to compensate for weaknesses, or for specific objectives)

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