(I would just like to point out, that while I've been working on this CS, I have not had a look at other CS's and any similarities are just circumstance rather than anything else. It is now, that I've just spotted that there is another gentlemen, rather than changing my own characters personality however I think it might be interesting to keep it. But I can should it be wished.)
Name: Armadeus Crotwell
Age: 48
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: Clad in a fine green coat adorned with thick red cuffs and linings and topped with a high collar that when parted reveals a breastplate of Carapace. A white sash crosses across his right shoulder and around his left hip where it meets a leather belt, the wings of an Aquilla don the buckle as a Maul, held firmly by leather straps hangs at it's side. His is an appearance that screams nobility. That is of-course until on closer inspection, when one notices the light muck and grime marking said cuffs and brown boots. The slight charred patches that can only be caused by the close shave of a lasgun, the slight bulge within his coat against his chest hiding a bolt pistol, and the slight whirring of his left bionic arm as it moves. One can only assume this man has seen action. However, the man carries himself more like a scholar, back straight and dignified rather than any veteran of any war.
Armadeus's face is that of a weathered man, featuring a strong jaw as a scar runs along his right cheek bone, framed with white, receding hair that meets a rough stubble covering the lower portion of his face. Bright green eyes that reveal an intelligence, combine for a generally "no shit" look that is belied only by his grin and when he speaks, which bleeds of a higher education.
Personality: A gentleman through and through. Well learned despite his rugged appearance and a politeness not often found in this grim verse of ours. One can always expect Armadeus to maintain his own sense of bendable etiquette and likable charisma. Ever the Consummate Gentleman, he can be found consorting with a variety of company, from the rich aristocracy to the lowest hiver. However, bubbling below the surface is a torrent of emotion which changes like a storm. This underside is just kept in check, rarely though do these emotions manage to break the masquerade of someone better than himself, which he wears like a mask.
History: Raised a Void Born in the vast expanse of space, Armadeus grew up on a desolate and ancient orbital station which was charged with repairing any Imperial ship which required repairs and found itself in it's sector of space. Spending his early life without the stability of a real world beneath his feet, knowing the cold, deadly grasp of empty space was only ever a few meters of bulkhead away. Such a beginning to life had Armadeus quickly growing accustomed to the groaning of a hull and the shuddering of a ship during take off. To stand and live in space is completely natural to him, more so than any who have spent their lives crawling around in the dirt of a world. However, this has almost indefinitely changed Armadeus as a person, something intangible that lurks below the surface, writhing in the dark like the Warp lurks below space itself, waiting and watching for its moment to surface.
Armadeus, born to modest parents. Simple engineers that valued sweat and blood to get a job done, ingrained into their son the values of honour, and of modesty. Something which he would carry with him for the rest of his life, however the life of an engineer on an unnamed space station was not the life he imagined for himself.
Skills:The right hand man of his last ship's captain, otherwise known as the
Seneschal. It was his charge to be the one that oversaw the finance and overall running of the ship, to ensure throne gelt went where it was needed without anomalies whilst also dealing most often with any business transactions that might occur. However, it was also his to keep his fellow crew's less desirable information from becoming known as well as searching for information that might be used against his enemies. As Seneschal, Armadeus knows his trade, knowing just how to squeeze that last throne gelt from someone whilst uncovering their darkest secrets. As those skilled in war protect the crew and ship physically, he ensures the coins are efficiently spent and protects it's reputation, that is not to say that Armadeus can not fight himself. Having taken part in several boarding engagements in his time, he can handle himself in a fight. Almost competent even...
Equipment:- Bolt Pistol (Something smaller perhaps?)
- Maul
- Carapace Breastplate
- Dataslate
- Quill
- Several pieces of paper
- Chrono - Small timepiece.
- Glow-globe - Roughly the size of a clenched fist, the globe acts as a light, illuminating a small area of up to a dozen or so meters around it. Lasts roughly 5 hours of use before the powerpack requires recharging or replacing.
- Micro-bead - Also known as a Bead-comm, these small devices are worn discreetly in the ear and allow for short-range communications out to roughly 1 kilometer with anyone using the same frequency.
Miscellaneous:Armadeus's Bionic arm was not implanted by a... Let's say
legal Doc, and so can be problematic at times.
