[hider=Sinval Drossili]

It has been several years since the end of the Valnaur conflict that left the vast majority of the known systems of the galaxy in tatters. Though the Empire itself has turned inwards and isolationist the long sought after peace feels somewhat hollow and empty to most.  

In the void left by the now decimated forces of the Valnauri and Confederated systems there have risen a great many mercenary groups and factions that now thrive. Initially these groups were created and swelled by large numbers of defectors from all sides of the conflict as it drew to a close, further augmented by those with a desire for wealth or a lust for battle. It seems the denizens of the stars have traded one evil for another as the issue continues to grow and both experienced and inexperienced warriors of all kinds flock together and fight for anyone with the wealth or desire for conquest they choose. 

One such man has found his place in this new world, having himself ‘defected’ from those he once called master. Sinval Drossili was born on a distant world known as Tolok Mathiti – a colony belonging to the Galen-Ti worlds, a vassal system itself unto one of the leading members of the confederated alliance. 
Unfortunately for him the world of Tolok Mathiti was not a pleasant one. Between the blisteringly hot days and the freezing cold nights there was also the vast array of hideously deadly creatures that called the large and somewhat barren planet home. If that were not bad enough, the ‘society’ on the remote colony comprised of what could easily have been called a very advanced heavily bureaucratic caste-slavery system, one to which Sinval was born towards bottom of. A child labourer as soon as he was deemed old enough to work, he was ‘conscripted’ and branded as child soldier before he even hit the years of puberty (unfortunately the Galen-Ti worlds have always suffered from heavy civil unrest as well as a sizable piracy problems, which they would frequently attempt to solve through force and militarised campaigns), young life was far from what most would call pleasant for the young man. 

His life comprised of rigorous drilling and training, brutal conflicts and simply trying to survive the many obstacles that presented themselves in his day to day life. He became hard and strong as was demanded of him, and through that and a great deal of fortune he found himself surviving to the earliest stages of adulthood with only several minor injuries before everything changed. The conflict against the Valnaur Empire was growing dire at this stage, and though considered primitive in terms of technology compared to the other confederated systems the Galen-Ti worlds were drawn heavily into the raging war as losses mounted. The colony of Tolok Mathiti was completely abandoned, it’s ‘citizens’ being either conscripted or relocated as their entire way of life was torn asunder. Sinval and the rest of the Galen-Ti forces he was a part of were incorporated into a much larger battlegroup that was then sent to be ‘modernized’ and re-trained as quickly as possible. He was sent to the very core systems of the confederation, to a highly militarised system for only one week of training before they were then sent into the heart of the conflict. 

Suffice to say the war was not pleasant and the Galen-Tiese forces took heavy casualties as they adjusted from their ‘primitive’ ways of war and were dragged into the realms of much more modern warfare. Sinval somehow survived mostly unscathed (A plasma burn here, few broken bones there, but nothing too serious) before being incorporated into a different force altogether. After several years more of fighting, it seemed his fortune had expired as he was hit by part of a flechette charge – though he survived he was severely wounded and unable to continue the fight without major treatment as he lost his right arm elbow down as well as gaining himself a torso full of shrapnel.  Once more sent back towards the core-worlds he was given the most state of the art care available (a gesture towards one of the few surviving Galen-Tiese– the Galen-Ti worlds had since been decimated and ravished by the Valnauri forces) as he slowly recovered. 

By this point in his life Sinval Drossili was an extremely different man from the one that had left Tolok Mathiti. He had seen worlds and cities beyond his imagining, sights and places he could not have dreamed of. He had lived with people from countless places more, many of them he would have considered friends before they had died or shipped off elsewhere one way or another. He once had practically no education and could not even read or write, but now he spoke several languages and knew many customs, though he still lacked any formal teaching he had become a man of the stars in more ways than one as he took any opportunity he could to learn more or better himself. 

He was now an experienced soldier who had served extensively through the later years of the Valnauri conflict and lived to tell the tale. He had scouted and fought in terrain of all kinds, and though the conditions of his ‘servitude’ had improved somewhat throughout the course of his life he still felt like he was a slave. Once he had recovered he took his opportunity and fled, using what little ‘pay’ he accumulated from his time under the confederate forces to smuggle his way on a freighter as far away as he could afford. 

His life since then and the end of the war has unfortunately not been quite as different as he would have hoped. With any real employment in short supply and after a few short stints under several rather backbreaking and mediocre works he quickly found his way into the life of a mercenary– after all, what else could he really do. He spent what little resources he had left to purchase more modern weaponry and donned his now somewhat dated protective Ferbosium-weave combat suit and set out to find a company.

He worked for several months under the “Siros Legion”, a group that was primarily composed of other confederate deserters – but soon that felt too much like ‘old times’ and so he moved on before things got worse –at least now he had enough wealth to get himself to the planet of Taenarum. A hub for mercenaries of all sorts Sinval is taking a small opportunity to enjoy some rest and relaxation, or at least he would do if his finances were not already beginning to expire.  

In terms of his equipment Sinval owns two personal firearms – the first his old Galentiese sidearm, a kinetic pistol loaded with Draxentine hollow-point rounds. It once had his Tolok Mathiti service number branded onto it though he long ago scratched it off.  Though considered very ‘low-tech’ as far as weaponry goes it has saved his life countless times and he is loath to part with it.


He also now owns a much more ‘modern’ long-rangeTangenti heavy calibre pulse rifle. This heavy duty firearm has fantastic long range performance and is capable of inflicting much destruction upon both personal and more lightly armoured targets. The only downside would be the relative expense and rarity of Tangenti pulse rounds – though on the planet of Taenarum this is far from an issue it may cause logistical issues in more remote systems. 

He also still owns his service blade, issued to him on his homeworld of Tolok Mathiti the reliable blade is still as sharp and strong as the day it was forged. The mid-sized blade is generally practical and lightweight – it is constructed from a steel-durat alloy which is incredibly hardy and light. Savagely sharp this blade can deal with all but the most armoured of infantry personnel. Again forged with his service number on the hilt, now little remains where he has removed it.  

Though a man of only twenty-seven he has seen as much combat as any grizzled veteran is expected too – from brutal low tech warfare up to the most cutting edge ways to annihilate your enemy Sinval has likely witnessed it. His deep green eyes are offset by the dark rings and somewhat haggard appearance that come with being a killer who is disheartened, apathetic and becoming somewhat adverse to unnecessary death. Despite this on a daily basis he puts up quite an appropriate front, is straight to the point and follows orders to the letter. A trained and experienced solider he knows exactly how to war, though he now attempts to stay as far away from the frontline of any fight as he knows only too well the horrors that can unfold. He is much more at ease delivering death from as far away as possible with ranged weaponry.

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