Here's my sheet, I think everything's done, unless I've missed something or gotten it wrong from a lore perspective (which is a possibility). [hider=Larus Zogin] [b]NAME:[/b] Larus Zogin [b]HOMEWORLD:[/b] Solstice, a half-frozen feudal world on the verge of discovering gunpowder, most famous for being the site where the legendary missionary Uriah Jacobus purged a Genestealer infestation. Most of the planet is frozen year round, as a result the population centres are located primasrily around the equator. Solstice is divided into a number of kingdoms, ruled by kings and queens, who govern their lands in the Emperor’s name and pay tithes to the planetary governor overseeing the planet from orbit. The locals are deeply religious and revere the Emperor, as well as his champion, Uriah Jacobus, whose shrines and statues dot the countryside. The planet’s harshness is mirrored in its society – one is expected to be hardy and self-reliant, weakness of any form is looked down upon and those who are deemed unproductive or impure are banished or outright killed. Nevertheless, life on Solstice is one of stability, one day is much like the other and everyone knows their place, from the lowliest serf to the mightiest of kings. The Ecclesiarchy keeps a token presence in each capital city to watch for potential heresy or other threats, but otherwise leaves the local clergy to preach their version of the Emperor’s faith, which emphasises utter obedience to the existing social order. [b]AGE:[/b] 22 [b]GENDER:[/b] Male [b]APPEARANCE:[/b] [hider=Approx. Character Appearance][img]http://i.imgur.com/9YwTdR9.jpg?1[/img][/hider] Like most Arbites, Larus is not a pleasant-looking man. His expression is grim and emotionless, a stony facade devoid of compassion, much like the helmet he he wears. He is of pale complexion, with fair skin and light brownish hair, which is kept close-cropped, almost to the point of baldness. As a result of his hard life his square face is gaunt and lined, making him appear at least half a decade older than he actually is. A pair of grey, steely eyes peek out from underneath his frowning brow, situated beneath a wide forehead; between them stands a slightly crooked nose, suggesting it was broken at some point in the past. Further down is his slanted mouth with its dry, cracked lips, which he has a tendency to lick. A patchy beard grows along his wide chin and pronounced jawline, but he usually shaves it. Larus' body is lined with scars from the many beatings he received during his childhood and later on in the Schola Progenium; his back in particular is crisscrossed by layer upon layer of scar-tissue, likely from a whip or something along those lines. Due to a life of malnourishment he is not as big as most properly-fed soldiers, but every muscle in his body is well-defined and hard as stone. He is just under six feet tall and walks straight-backed, with a dignified step, as befits a servant of the Emperor. [b]ROLE:[/b] Arbitrator [b]UNIFORM:[/b] The armour worn by Larus is still relatively new, its deep black colour is marred by only a few scratches here and there. It is polished to a shine every time he leaves the precinct and cleaning it is usually the first thing he does after an assignment. A purity seal adorns the left shoulder pad, but apart from that his armour bears no further ornamentation, save for the customary Adeptus Arbites regalia. When not on duty, Larus wears simple clothes, usually whatever off-duty uniform he has been given. [b]EXPERTISE:[/b] [indent]- [b]Martial Upbringing[/b]: Growing up in a knight's castle means that Larus has been handling weapons long before he was sent to the Schola Progenium. He is proficient in using swords, maces, spears and a variety of other archaic weapons, as well as being a tough unarmed combatant. In particular, his natural skill with a mace lends itself well to handling a power maul and after additional honing in the Schola it has made him a dangerous foe up close despite his young age. - [b]Superior Endurance[/b]: Solstice is a primitive, cold world and its people are a hardy breed. Growing up, Larus not only had to endure the low temperatures, but also battled a variety of viruses and diseases without relying on modern medicine. Additionally, the frequent beatings he received from his father, along with the rigorous training in the Schola, have given have given him a very high pain tolerance. - [b]Enforcer[/b]: Larus is the type of man who can be trusted to put the fear of the Emperor into even the most violent criminal. Being groomed as a noble's heir meant that he was trained not only in combat, but how to behave before the masses and enforce his will upon them. These lessons have stuck and have been enhanced further by his Arbites training. His strong, harsh voice carries over crowds easily and commands respect from the rabble. Perfect for breaking up riots. - [b]Primitive skills[/b]: Larus is adept at doing various things without requiring much in the way of technology. He can light fires, craft simple items, track creatures, orient himself in the wild and even possesses some knowledge of the more common plants and herbs prevalent throughout humanity's colonies. Of course, this makes for a rather useless skillset on a Hive World, but at least it provides him with his favourite (and only) past-time: fashioning wooden figurines that depict saints and other religious figures. [/indent] [b]EQUIPMENT:[/b] [indent][b]- Primary weapon:[/b] Combat Shotgun. Standard-issue Vox Legi-Pattern, capable of firing multiple types of shotgun shells, which he carries on his belt and bandolier. The shotgun is outfitted with a retractable bayonet for when he needs to get up close and personal. [b]- Secondary weapon:[/b] Stub gun. As standard as they come, this is perhaps the least used weapon in his arsenal. However, he still keeps it in a pristine condition. [b]- Melee weapon:[/b] Power Maul. By far his favourite weapon and the one he is most proficient in. Larus focuses on a flurry of lighter strikes, which are aimed to disorient and tire the opponent, before moving in for the kill. Unless ordered otherwise, the weapon's power field is kept on high setting at all times. [b]- Tertiary equipment:[/b] Suppression Shield. As per regulations, it is carried on his back when not in use. A sigil has been engraved on the upper left corner of the shield, but it easy is to mistake it for a scratch unless one were to look closer. Larus is very confident on the defensive and is skilled in getting the maximum out of the shield, letting his opponents tire themselves out while conserving his strength for a sudden counter-attack. [b]- Mementos:[/b] A purity seal belonging to his family. It bears the words [i]Lex orandi, lex credendi[/i] (The law of prayer is the law of faith) and was worn by his father when he was killed. The priest who brought Larus to the Shcola Progenium gave it to the boy when they parted ways, urging him to commit the words to heart and live his life by them. It is the only link to his past and a reminder of the distant, forgotten world he once called home. [/indent] [b]BIOGRAPHY:[/b] Larus was born on the feudal planet of Solstice in a noble’s household. His father was a knight, an elite warrior who fought the beasts and Feral Ork tribes roaming the frozen wilderness, and could claim descent from one of the brave souls that had accompanied Uriah Jacobus himself in his fight against the Genestealers in ages past. Larus has little memories of his mother, who passed away from some malady when he was still very young. Their estate was located in the borderlands, so his father was often away defending the family lands from one aggressor or the other. As befits a knight’s son, Larus started training in the martial ways almost as soon as he could walk, entrusted to his father’s most senior and uncompromising men-at-arms. It made for a brutal childhood, but that was considered the norm on Solstice and, as a devout servant of the Emperor, Larus did not question it. His greatest joy as a child were the brief moments he spent with his father, who was neither a caring, nor a loving parent. Whenever he was home, he would mercilessly test his son in trials of strength, willpower and faith, which resulted in a beating if Larus was found lacking. These were particularly severe when his father was under the influence of the liquor his distilleries brewed, but despite this abhorrent act (of drinking, that is) none would dare to question, much less oppose a member of such an ancient bloodline. Nevertheless, Larus loved his father and always looked up to him, wishing nothing more than to have his strength and skill at arms, which was renowned throughout the region. Of course, he was also rather infamous for his iron-fisted rule and was feared, rather than loved by his subjects. Thus, it should come as no surprise that he found his death during a peasant revolt when Larus was eleven years old. His next of kin were also lost in the resulting pogrom and the local priest sent for a member of the Ecclesiarchy so that the boy’s fate could be determined. The family had always been held in high esteem and were among the staunchest supporters of the Imperial Cult on the planet, so it was decided that Larus would be taken off-world to better serve the Emperor instead of wasting his life in the primitive backwater. Larus was brought to the sector's Schola Progenium shortly after and immediately began his training. The tutors in charge of his basic education had their work cut out for them as it was hard to explain the working of the Galaxy to one who thought that an arquebus was the pinnacle of technological evolution. His Drill Abbot, on the other hand, was pleased - unlike many of the newly-recruited [i]Progena[/i], Larus was already thoroughly broken and ready to be reshaped into a useful servant of the Emperor. Over the next ten years Larus proved himself to be an obedient, capable combatant, with a surprising understanding of the Lex Imperialis given his primitive upbringing. He got perfect scores on his aptitude tests for the Arbites program, however his lack of leadership skills and somewhat backwards way of thinking precluded him from any officer positions. Instead, he was assigned to Aphrodus Primaris to serve as an ordinary Arbitrator, albeit one with a glowing recommendation from his Schola. His first assignments consisted of patrols in the lower levels of Sarcage's Hive where he faced rioters, psychopaths, drug lords and worse. Larus learned the ropes quickly and distinguished himself in little more than a year since his arrival. During what should have been a routine patrol his squad was ambushed and killed in the ensuing fight, leaving the greenhorn Larus as the only survivor. He was taken prisoner by a criminal gang and tortured for information regarding the Arbitrator's patrols. The ordeal lasted for a couple of days, but Larus didn't break and eventually managed to free himself, kill his guards and dismantle their base of operations from within. In a rare show of mercy, he spared the leader and brought him in cuffs to the precinct, where he was revealed to be a high-ranking member of the local underworld. The information gleaned after the man was broken by the Chasteners allowed the Arbites to chase down a number of individuals that had eluded them for years. The young Arbitrator was commended for his steadfastness and allowed to choose a precinct where his career would begin in earnest. As any true servant of the Emperor would do, Larus requested that he be assigned to the filthiest, most dangerous and unlawful Hive there was. His name was brought to the attention of Judge Catulo, who decided to give the young man a chance to prove his mettle and attached him to the newly-formed Strike Team Omicron. [b]PERSONALITY:[/b] Larus is the product of a violent and brutal society and this has left its mark on every aspect of his personality. He is austere and wants for little and he expects to see the same qualities in those around him. Despite the countless wonders of modern technology he has discovered since leaving Solstice, he still possess that inbred superstition and stubbornness present in simple folk. Such a rigid way of thinking gives him an unshakable faith in the Imperium and the Emperor, but it also means he is slow to accept or even consider new ideas. Even when faced with something new, he'll prefer to use existing mental models rather than trying to think outside the box. This makes him an obedient, dutiful follower, who carries out his orders to the letter and goes to great lengths to see them through, regardless of the cost in human lives. Saying that Larus is a perfectionist would be something of an understatement. He is driven to excel, not because he wishes to prove he is better than others, but because he has been taught that the Emperor demands it. If he is not doing his best than he is not properly worshiping Him - that is his world view. Of course, this is rooted in deeper psychological causes and even a novice psychiatrist will notice that he exhibits signs common obsessively compulsive disorders. Larus prays daily, sometimes for hours on end, while going through routine motions such as polishing his armour or cleaning his weapons. At other times, he'll scrub his hands until they bleed in order to purify himself or count the specks of dust in his room, which he sees as a ritual to divine the Emperor's will. Even his hobby, carving wooden figurines, is something he takes extremely seriously and he will never consider one as complete until it is "just right". As already mentioned, Larus believes that everyone must hold themselves up to such high standards, regardless of their position on the social ladder. He despises cowardice, laziness and weakness of any sort. That is why he tends to view the seething masses as little more than subhumans whose base urges must be kept in check through force and intimidation. He regards his fellow Arbites with respect, knowing that they too share the burden of enforcing the Emperor's law. For such a dour man, Larus is surprisingly talkative once he gets to know someone, although even those who've known him for longer consider him distant and eccentric. [b]MISCELLANEOUS:[/b] Just in case I forgot anything.[/hider]