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[color=firebrick]"Caroline Adalard, Retributor, order of our Thrice-Pierced Martyr."[/color]

[b]Name:[/b] Caroline Adalard

[b]Gender:[/b] Female

[b]Role/Order:[/b] Retributor, order of our Thrice-Pierced Martyr.

[color=firebrick]"The heretics will know my fury."[/color]

[b]Personal Demeanour:[/b] Caroline is an angry person, putting it simply. From the way she growls her words to how every step she takes seems like it was intended to crush a skull into dust, Caroline makes it know that she is a threat. She maintains this intimidating aura not wanting to show any signs of weakness, the weak cannot carry out the God Emperors wishes without strength, this belief leads her to be very competitive when it comes to proving ones strength. She is also very snide and sarcastic at the best of times always ready to insult someone if the opportunity presents itself. Despite her rough exterior there are scraps of humor hanging about, not to mention Caroline's fierce loyalty. 

Caroline is supremely loyal to the God Emperor and will ruthlessly slaughter any who oppose his will or abandon the righteous path. She struggles to contain her hatred for heretics often indirectly stomping over their corpses making sure to distort what little remains of their filthy flesh.

[color=firebrick]"I am a brutal instrument of the God Emperor's will.[/color]

[b]Speciality:[/b] Caroline's primary focus is to mow down any and all enemies of the imperium with the largest gun she can get her hands on. This is usually in the form of a heavy bolter which she wields with impressive skill. Aside from serving up enough lead to dismantle a building, Caroline is also very skilled with hand to hand combat, namely things like grapples and pins.

[color=firebrick]"A rank I earned through victory."[/color]

[b]Rank:[/b] Retributor.

[color=firebrick]"I made myself strong for the Emperor."[/color]

[b]Description:[/b] Caroline is a large individual standing at 2.25 meters or 7'5 and weighing 180kgs or 396.8lbs. She takes immense pride in her body, making sure to exercises and keep it in pristine condition. Her weight can be attributed to her muscle mass, and boy is there a lot of muscle mass. Her arms are like tree trunks and her abs look like they are carved from stone. Aside from the muscle Caroline is actually rather voluptuous having a shapely form despite her toned musculature. Her face is also something you wouldn't expect to be paired with a large imposing person such as herself, being rather beautiful with its soft slim cheeks, deep amber eyes and a nicely shaped chin. The only impurity on her face is a massive scar on he right cheek that runs from above her right ear to the right corner of her mouth. Lush black hair that runs down the back of her neck ending just before it reaches her shoulders. But she wears a bucket on her head all the time so you can't see her face anyway.

Caroline lumbers around in a large power suit and helmet that are the typical colour of her order. These colours being black and gold. Almost everywhere, the breastplate, the shoulder plates, greaves, boots, gauntlets everything. There are some silver trims on top of the greaves and the shoulder plates, the only other place silver can be found is on her helmet in the form of a plate covers the top half of the helmet excluding the left and right sides of the head. The rest of her helmet is black. 

[color=firebrick]"My history is none of your concern."[/color]

[b]History:[/b] Like all adopted into the Schola Progenium Caroline was orphaned at a young age after her lone farther passed away in the service of the guardsman, she was the tender age of three when all this happened and still to this day remembers nothing of life before the Schola. Even when she was young she showed a great deal of enthusiasm for fighting in the name of the Emperor, and wished to become as strong as she could as to not disappoint him. Her nearly unmatched drive and almost constant physical training saw her quickly molded into a worrier who's strength was only matched by her will and bad temper.

She took to the teachings of the Adepta Sororitas like a moth to a flame, spending almost every waking moment praying, training or learning. She had great respect for her superiors knowing them to be such great warriors, she aspired to be like them, brutal instruments of war who serve the Emperor and are now training others to do the same. This admiration combined with her determination led her to perform exceptionally in most of her studies and training. Caroline served as a Sister of battle for many years sharing many victories with her sisters in arms, but victory did not come without sacrifice. Caroline had witnessed many of her sisters fall before she eventually earned the rank of Retributor.

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The air was thick with the smell of waste as Caroline and her squad trudged through the narrow sewer tunnels. There was a large group of cultists set up in this putrid place. [color=firebrick]*fitting*[/color], Caroline thought to herself as she pressed forward, knee deep in muck. Caroline held her bolt pistol tight, her trigger finger itching. The cultists were close, she could feel it. The narrow passage opened up into a large junction, many tunnels leading in every direction. "Hold. This isn't right." Said Caroline's commanding officer as looked around then gritted her teeth "Get ready for an ambush!" She cried, and not a moment too soon. Cultists started flooding into the tunnels that surrounded the sisters, lasgun shots already filling the air. The sisters quickly darted to what little cover they could find mowing down the cultist in droves.

The bodies kept piling up, wave after wave of cultists being torn apart by the sisters superior training and firepower. But there number was endless, no matter how many heretics were put down more just replaced them. Now both sides had suffered casualties, the blood of Caroline's sisters mixed with the vile sewage. "This isn't a favorable location, we're pulling back!" barked the palatine signaling the remaining sisters to fall back. They had lot 3 of their 20 members, they didn't anticipate such a large group of heretics were hold up down here. But the Thrice-Pierced Martyr would not give up that easily. They were lead back down the path they came, it being the only one that wasn't infested with heretics. They ran as fast as they could passing offshoots that lead to some other place in this disgusting maze. Suddenly a massive hellblade erupted from one of the offshoots impaling the palatine's leg before dragging her off into the darkness.

Without words the sisters of battle charged after the bloodletter and their palatine, determined to save her and vanquish the foul daemon. All they could see was the occasional flash of a bolter shot lighting the tunnel, showing glimpses of the monster that was dragging the palatien to her doom. Then the shots stopped, it was obvious they were too late but they followed the trail anyway, they were going to avenge their sister. When they got to where the bloodletter had taken the palatien the found out there was a whole pack of bloodletters. Five of them, all with eyes that burned like coals. Both parties charged charged one another, Caroline wasn't the closest to the bloodletters and she probably wouldn't still be alive if she was. The fist impact saw another three sisters felled, cleaved in two by the savage daemons. 

The battle was brutal, sisters being killed alarmingly quickly. After the party managed to dispatch two of the five bloodletters, they had already been reduced to ten warriors. Things were not looking good. The cramped space made it near impossible to avoid the massive reach of the bloodletters swords, after another two sisters died Caroline found herself at the end of a bloodletters blade. The daemon swung at her it's weapon burning with its limitless rage, Caroline evaded the swing and watched the hellblade get stuck into the wall. Now was her chance, she charged forward and tackled the bloodletter to the ground, she drew her knife aiming to remove the bloodletters throat and anything else she could. But as she plunged the knife into the daemons neck it sent a clawed hand running down her right cheek. This blow threw her from the beast, she looked at it dead in the eyes and watched it pull itself off the floor using the sword that was stuck in the wall. It's head then exploded and she saw her remaining sisters standing over the other creatures corpse. Out of all the sisters, only six remained.

Unfortunately for the remaining cultists, that was six more than they could handle. With a fury fulled by the passing of their comrades, Caroline and the other five sisters decimated the remaining cultists, turning the water red and painting the walls crimson. None survived. Caroline watched the city burn as medics treated the giant gash on her face. They said she was lucky, that if that attack was at a slightly different angle that daemon would have taken her jaw clean off. She didn't care about that, pain was for the weak.
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[color=firebrick]"I deliver the Emperor's wrath."[/color]

[b]Equipment and Armament:[/b] [list][*] Godwyn Pattern Heavy Bolter. [*] Adepta Sororitas Power Armour (including a helmet). [*] Combat Knife. [*] 2 Fragmentation grenade. [*] 1 Melta bomb [/list]

[b]Miscellaneous:[/b] N/A
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