[b]Name:[/b] Davion Anderwell
[b]Age:[/b] 32
[b]Gender:[/b] Male



[b]Height:[/b] 5'9”
[b]Weight:[/b] 180lbs
[b]Notable Physical Features:[/b] Augmented lower left leg, additional respiratory augments.
[b]Mutations[/b]: N/A
[b]Appearance:[/b] 
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[b]Equipment and Gear:[/b] Flak Vest, PDF fatigues, Combat shotgun, Knife, Frag Grenades x2
Prefered Weapon: Combat Shotgun



[b]Character History/Biography:[/b] Master Corporal Davion has served with the Hypecian PDF forces since shortly after his twenty-first birthday. He was deemed unfit for off world duty at the Imperial recruiting office due at the time to his scrawny physical stature and the planetary governor's push to increase the standing PDF strength of the city to combat growing unrest from the several cities and under hive activities, which is now plainly revealed to be the secretive opening moves of the genestealer cults and their planetwide destabilization efforts. Rather than send willing and able volunteers off world many like him were kept at home. 
Since that rejection over ten years ago, Davion has fought hard, literally and metaphorically to transform himself into the hardy and strong squad leader the rest of his platoon know him as today. A decade of hard graff, fighting local gangers and cultist elements. No one thinks of him as the scrawny pipsqueak that stumbled embaressingly into the training yards eleven years ago, and few alive in his company even remember him from those early days. His bitterness has since long faded as well. He no longer thinks of what adventures and experiences he would have had if he had gone out amongst the stars. He's fought enough criminals and monsters at home to realize that the Emperor, in his eternal wisdom likely planned for him to stay and play some part in the current clusterfuck. He still isn't sure if he should be grateful for that or not.