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[b]Name:[/b] Constanze Mir’san

[b]Age:[/b] Twenty

[b]Appearance:[/b] In stark contrast to the other members of his Scout Squadron and fellow neophytes, Constanze is both shorter and lither than his clan brothers. Indeed, on more general terms he is the runt of the pack and carries with him an air of both acknowledgment to this fact, and challenge should the obvious be voiced aloud. His pale skin has been permanently stained by the harshness of Nocturne, leathery and worn like an old man’s despite many years not yet spent. His eyes, mutated like most of his race are tinted an unnatural crimson, which, when paired with his rasping breathing gives him an off-putting presence to the average observer. That perhaps is the best way to summarize the young scout in totality, as a somewhat disconcerting figure, as if he wore a mask and buried beneath the well-kept armor and close-cropped hair of a Scout Marine, something more is obscured.

[b]Equipment:[/b] For the most part Constanze’s kit is as you would expect for a brand-new scout. Bolt pistol and combat knife, skirmisher armor, and a batch of grenades. 

[b]Psychological Profile:[/b] He is the first follower. Constanze knows he is neither the strongest nor the smartest, biggest nor the most charismatic, but what he is, is reliable. Often he falls back on this trait to make himself useful amongst his unit. Quiet and contemplative the young scout does not often speak his mind, knowing cleverer heads will resolve whatever problems await. Instead, he hunkers down and does whatever unsavory task needs doing. In many ways his attitude on his own attributes or lack thereof is an inhibition, holding him back from achieving what he might be capable of. There is little audacity or initiative within Constanze, and he bears a hidden resentment, barely acknowledged even by himself, that he feels when others are more assertive or capable. 



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