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Name : Watch Sergeant Gavin Lions
Description of person : A muscular stocky-built man with a piercing gaze that is hereditary.
Age : 45
Height : 6”
Weight : 120kg (due to the augments)
Sex : Male
Eye Color : Grey
Hair Color : Bald
Ethnicity : Caucosiod 
Department of the Imperium: Imperial Guard Sergeant

Regiment (if IG) : 144th Sturtrgurd line infantry
Rank : Sgt
Position : Primarily concerned with repelling Orkoid incursions Sgt Lions maintains a watch station outside the hive city armoury near the base of one of the the bridge towers. Though not particularly respected, his role is nonetheless valuable when it comes to chasing out cults and hunting the chaos twists that live in the ventilation ducts that feed the hive. His job does come with some perks, being generally better than average rations and access to the armory he defends with his life.

Physical traits : Due to a rather close call with an Ork nob, Sgt. Lions lost one of his arms. He was gifted a bionic replacement by the mechanicus who determined that his service was not yet over. This also earned him the medallion crimson, a medal awarded to all guardsmen to have survived horrific injury and lived to battle on, (most of whom are now heavily bionic.) He is sometimes requested to carry the regimental flag when on parade due to this boon.

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Mental traits : Sgt. Lions is a determined and implacable combatant. Choleric as a leader, he is decisive and leads from the front taking charge of situations personally, and never afraid to do what he orders his men to do. His men are ever ready for action and familiar with the rigors of battle.

Training (heavy weapons, medic, etc.) : 
 - Advanced survival training (fieldcraft)
 - Advanced mechanised warfare training (armoured fist training)
 - Power fist proficiency training.
 - Shotgun Marksman training. (armoured fist training)
 - Las weapon Marksman training (command squad secondment)

Up coming of character (what class/previous professions) : 
Sgt. Lions came from a family of pilgrims. Visiting the holy sites eventually they settled into a life on Sturtrgurd Finding a job there was no mean feat and started them along a path of both toil and learning. Eventually learning the rotes of maintenance of enough of the hives systems to be considered useful they were promoted to menial tech adepts. Many of the trinkets and religious icons they have, have been passed down generation after generation. Sgt. Lions is a 3rd generation Sturtrgurdian. During many a long cold vigil there is only the night and his book on imperial saints to keep him company.

Misc : Bionic arm (right) combined with a power fist, this combination enhances his strength considerably. The fist itself is a relic though this is not to say that it is some gleaming example inlaid with gold, instead, it is covered with scrapes and pock marks, the paint long scuffed off revealing the silvery grey adamantium underneath, a testament to its continued use on the battlefield by successions of imperial servants. The names of these officers form victory roles only known to the administratium or particlerly long lived guardsmen such as Sergeant Zeke.

His sidearm is a bolt pistol, having been rebuilt from parts of other broken bolt pistols recovered from the battlefield by Gavin and others, carefully restored by the indentured tech priests. The oldest parts of the housing appear to be from a completely different design baring bronse inlays and red paint, this is combined with more modern looking grip. The pistol itself is intact belt fed baring a larger than average magazine capacity. The disadvantage is that the round swings freely below the housing and make noise thats difficult to quiet. The pistols machine spirit is pernicious and is also quite common to malfunctions needing constant mollifying with oils and rag.
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