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[b]Name:[/b] Arlena Di Fieroccu

[b]Age:[/b] 32

[b]Gender:[/b] Female

[b]Approximate Height & Weight:[/b] 5'11" and 80kg

[B]Former Regiment:[/b] Mordian Iron Guard

[b]Speciality:[/b] Company Captain

[b]Appearance:[/b] Arlena could, if you looked past much of her steelier exterior, be called 'beautiful.' To do so, one would need to take in her rich black hair, hazelnut eyes and tanned olive skin, whilst at the same time looking past a back rigid from perpetually standing to attention, the long scar trailing from between her eyebrows to down below her jawline, her nose showing signs of being stitched back together and, the rare times it is visible, the pockmarked scar tissue along her right hand side visible without her shirt on.

Besides the more immediate aspects of her appearance there is also the fact that despite being of no small rank she has clearly spent a not-insignificant amount of time toning her physique. Her figure is muscled and fairly bulky, and when she rolls up her sleeves to assist with moving or carrying something it definitely shows.

[B]Uniform:[/b] Golden epaulettes, commissar-like cap, rich blue overcoat and fine trousers interwoven with flak armour. These are the clothes of the Mordian Iron Guard, and these are the clothes that have clad Arlena for countless years of marching across some of the toughest ground the Imperium has ever needed reclaiming. Hers are a little more reinforced than the common guardsman, being stiffer and woven with carapace, rather than the usual flak, and her epaulettes are slightly more ornate than the factory-fresh uniforms of Mordian recruits, but nonetheless Before entering any battlefield Arlena spends a frankly incredible amount of time polishing and ironing her clothing until it is wrinkle-free and she can see her own reflection in her boots- anyone else showing anywhere [b]near[/b] her level of dedication when it comes to prim and proper dress will quickly find themselves on her good side.

[B]Armament[/b]: This really depends on the situation she expects to be leading her men into, but Arlena's rank as a captain affords her more powerful weapons than her lower-ranking colleagues. This tends to manifest itself in bolt weaponry, rather than the usual slug or las-throwing equivalent. Generally, she can be seem carrying a bolt pistol and an accompanying power-sabre, but rarely she may be seen with a human-scaled bolter, the chugging noise of rocket-engines firing spelling doom for the Emperor's enemies.

[b]Personality/Demeanour:[/b] Like most Mordians, Arlena can generally be described with a small handful of adjectives; 'stern,' 'grim,' and 'dour.' A heavy-handed disciplinarian when it comes to soldiers that step out of line, those that show a similar level of grit and dedication to herself can earn themselves her steely respect. Arlena is also a firm believer in leading from the front- she is not the sort of captain to sit back with a cadre of vox-casters and medics, but instead will be directing the firing line herself, adding her own shots to the volleys of the soldiers under command and, if the situation turns dire, assisting with stretchering the wounded, sandbagging up fortifications and carrying ammunition about.

[B]Greatest Ambition:[/b] Her highest aspiration is to serve the Emperor faithfully and dutifully until her death. This makes her perhaps the perfect guardsman in terms of desire.

[B]Greatest Hatred:[/b] Ill-discipline, ill-fitting clothes, ill-manneredness.

[b]Skills:[/b] Arlena's skills as a combatant are second to those required by leadership. With a steely resolve and utterly unflinching exterior, it is said that Arlena's voice has never broken a single time in her 14 years of service. She is quite capable of instilling this sort of discipline in her own men, be it through sufficient carrot or stick, and despite this all manages to be an above-average gunman and melee combatant.

In addition to this, Arlena possesses what has to be one of the rarest skills in the entirety of the guard- the stones to tell a commissar they aren't doing their job properly. During her stint as a sergeant she astonished the auxiliary attached to her squad by suggesting punishments for actions that they hadn't considered needed reprimanding.

[b]History:[/b] Mordian is a thoroughly miserable world in every description of the world. With Arlena's mother succumbing to post-partum depression at a [i]very[/i] young age and her father not faring much better, Arlena was, for much of her early childhood, something of a feral lass, scrambling through the pitch-black streets of her hive world home and scratching out a living each day in the hopes that the next would come and she could repeat the process. It was a world of difficulty and danger, but somehow, she survived, and more than that, pulled through harder and stronger, an iron rod blasted by hotter flames than its peers.

Having joined a gang by the time she was a young teen, she would watch as her friends fell prey to drugs and alcohol at equally young ages, dying of overdoses or of overestimating their abilities in fights- she learned her lesson the hard way, a good portion of her face being carved open when she was 14 years old, the young girl surviving through grit and a merciful street doctor that meant her visage would be scarred, but not permanently ruined.

At 17 years old she was involved in a particularly brutal turf war, one that was so rowdy that the local PDF were deployed to it. Picked up by the scruff of her neck by a Mordian trooper and practically press-ganged into the Guard initially, she took to the shining and discipline far too well for someone that had had none of it for most of her life. Nowadays, she would claim that the wild part of her life poorly reflected her true personality, for it was here, in the Iron Guard, that she proved herself.

Deployed as part of the Mordian 246th, she would see action in three separate campaigns on four different worlds (and one moon,) each new environment clawing her slightly further up the ranks by her own grit and determination. Having twice fought orks and once fought renegades, she is no stranger to many of the threats that plague the Imperium, taking this new reforming not as something negative, but as a chance for her to forge these disparate souls into an efficient and brutal fighting force, like she was so many years ago.

[b]Miscellaneous:[/b] Arlena despises combat stims and their users, but has a particular weakness for dammassine; so much so that there are rumours the normally entirely by-the-regulations officer carries a hip flask of the stuff on her at all times, and, many a drunkard guardsman has accused her of drinking their confiscated amasec.

Arlena is an absolutely [b]mean[/b] regicide player. Perfectly willing to sacrifice vast swathes of pieces to secure herself victory, she is surprisingly gentle when it comes to beginners to the game, and is willing to teach anyone the basic rules once. Once they know [i]those[/i] however, the kid gloves are permanently removed.

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