Name: Oskar Rolt
Gender: Male
Age: 45
Faction/Race/Species: Imperial Guard
Sub-Faction: Adepta Sororitas Strom Trooper attachment
158th Cadian (previous, Company recruited for Adepta sororitas storm troopers)
74th Penal legion (Previous, destroyed by Chaos Warband and Folded into 158th Cadian)
43rd Mordant Acid-Dogs (previous, sent to Penal legion for setting fire to a promethium tanker)
Rank/Position: Sergeant
Mental and Physical Traits:
Demolitions expert: Oskar is well trained with bombs and explosives, He has used them to devastating effect to breech buildings and ships. He is particularly partial to incendiary devices such as Melta-Bombs and Molotovs
Pyromaniac: Oskar LOVES fire, nothing gives him more glee than scorching hordes of enemies with fire, although never with the riteous flair of the Adepta Sororitas. He just enjoys watching things burn.
Agnostic: Oskar goes through the motions of Emperor worship but cares little for the practice, he only fights because he is allowed to purge with fire. In his personal belief the Emperor was probably the great unifyer like in the stories, but not godlike surely he was just a great man. As for the Chaos gods he ascribes them as personifying natural forces in the universe rather than actuall entities. The deamons and Psycher magic are one thing, and he had seen is fair share of them, but gods? no way..
Appearance:
Wargear:
Flamer
Las-gun
Melta Bomb
2x Phosphor grenade
4x Krack grenade
2x Satchel Charge
Carapace Armor
Entrenching tool
Combat knife
Unopened Infantry Primer
"Tactically aquired gear" (stolen)
Camo Cloak
Auspex scanner
Med-kit
Refractor Field
History:
Oskar grew up in the mordant acid-dog regiment moving from world to world with the army, before being moved into the white shields he was used as a
thief requisition officer to aquire what his platoon needed. His time in the white shields was nothing terribly special, fighting along side his platoon for a couple of years before being elevated to a full guardsman. Is pyromania was stoked further by being given a flamer and explosives and being trained as a demolitions expert. He proved his worth as a soldier for a few years gaining valuable combat experiance and burning things he aught not to. This came to a head when he set a promethium tanker alight and burned down a section of their encampment. The only thing that saved his life was that nobody was actually killed in the blast and resulting fires. He was sent to a penal legion to die in combat, but this is where his life took several strange turns.
The Penal legion was much like his parent regiment, although there where a few more of the Commisariat. His fellow soldiers where similar enough that he fit right in, and using his Acid-Dog skills of aquiring equipment. Before long his whole platoon was outfitted in weapons and armor that where a cut above most of the rest of the legion. This was probably his only saving grace. The legion was moved to some backwater planet reinforcing a Cadian regiment against a Chaos warband. They where instructed to hold the spaceport along side the Cadians with the caveat "At any cost" which suited them fine, they had nowhere to retreat to. The space port was the last secure area on the planet. The Chaos warband hammered the space port for weeks, slaughtering the Penal legion wholesale as they where the front line. Oskar survived the onslaught noticing that the Penal legion numbers where dwindling with every attack. When the Spaceport was finally reinforced and the Chaos pushed back with the combined might of the Guard and Space Marines, The defenders of the space port where all folded into one unit. While there where a handful of penal legion troopers and a few from other cadian regiments they just melted into the regiment without compaint, it was far better than the penal legion.
Oskar followed the cadian regiment, keeping his pyromania under some measure of control. Only displaying his lust for fire on the battlefield. He survived another couple of battles, and a minor gellar field breech during warp travel. His unit's fortitude did not go unnoticed and was requested to join the Adepta Sororitas as a company of storm troopers, Oskar's unit was called. His penal legion and Acid-dog past made his transition to the position somewhat rough but he learned to fake the pious and fervent deamenor asked of him, which was made easy as the sisters encoraged his pyromania to a somewhat unhealthy degree, getting strange looks as the first to volenteer for any purge.
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