Obligitary 'what is love' reference. *Starts jamming along to the damn good song.*
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I think I've found the right humour level for this forum. Brutal stabbings = OK, drug references = not OK. Good to know.
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Hands up if you want a way to move PM's into different folders en masse.
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I have come to another conclusion: If someone survives the first lot of stabbings, stab them again because you really don't need a witness to your attempted murder.
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If someone survives the first lot of stabbing, stab them again because they're clearly a witch and need to be killed.
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Bio
Just a stranger in a strange land... Nah, not really. Born in SA, Moved to the UK. Warhammer 40K fanatic and devourer of sci-fi and fantasy fiction, loves 20th century history.
Hey, sadly I have to go to bed pretty soon otherwise I would bang out a character sheet but I am definitely interested and I'm thinking about some sort of medic based character :)
His experience as a vet has also taught him more advanced first-aid techniques than most.
Yeah, but there's still stuff I'm adding. You might be a huntin' shootin' fishin' kinda guy, but Kal is someone who's still leaning the stuff, as I think everyone will be. Basic trapping is so essential. Also, unless we get a paramedic, I doubt that anyone else will be a more qualified doc for the team. More specialised pros-cons to come.
Physical description Standing at 5'11", and weighing in at a normal weight of 82 kilos, Kas is a wiry man, his stubble being barley kept back by an ever more blunt razor he keeps in his rucksack. He carries around a few spare pares of undergarments, but otherwise has no other clothes, preferring to move as fast as possible, never being pinned down.
The clothes he wears are fairly simple, just a pair of waterproof cargo trousers, khaki coloured, and a long sleeved black shirt, over which is a similarly coloured hoodie. He also has a WWI-style longcoat in his bag, although he normally wears a thin, slightly-lighter than navy jacket to keep his upper body. Having caught the disease and survived it, he believes himself now immune, and as such only wears a loose scarf to hide a surgical mask that is fitted snugly mouth and nose to filter out the worse of the ash and debris.
Occupation
Veterinarians assistant
Background
Born to parents William McKinley and Rea Adams, a foreign pair who had settled in the region, Kal had a rather comfortable upbringing. He never really wanted for anything as a child, his parents being on the wealthier side of the income barrier, he was sent to school with the expectations of following in his father's footsteps of a sportsman. Although he would never really live up to this expectation, he found that this was more than covered by his siblings, and this allowed him to expand outwards in his own direction.
The home he grew up in was a busy one, with an older brother and sister, two younger sisters and the myriad housestaff that his parents kept around to do the vast majority of chores and jobs making sure that he was never kept alone for long. Although this often annoyed him, it meant that his social skills were one of the things that was never an issue, despite the fact that with ADHD it often can be.
It was at age seven that he was formally diagnosed with ADHD, following a string of minor behavioural issues, along with complaints about his lack of focus in classes. Whilst his parents were only slightly surprised, as they had suspected that her non-stop activity was not, in fact, due to any outside factor that they were aware of, and there was a hidden cause to it, although they had been hoping to the contrary. Despite some initial concerns regarding putting their child on medication, eventually Kal began to take regular doses of methylphenidate (Ritalin) to curtail his hyperactivity. Although successful at preventing the hyperactivity, it gave him severe sleeping problems and anxiety, however his parents deemed this to be a better than his previous issues, and he continued to be medicated.
It was only slightly later that Kal found himself fascinated with medicine and biology in general. Kal has never been big into sports, simply finding them unappealing and avoiding then whenever he can. Because of this, he has less muscle than the vast majority of his peers, and what muscle he does have is largely concentrated around her calves, thighs and core, with a smattering in her pecs and biceps. Kal is fully aware of this, and has tried to avoid any situation in which her lack of strength can be used against him, however this has become more and more difficult as the apocalypse dawned.
Skills and Talents
Deadeye (Kinda): Having used his crossbow to hunt and defend himself since societal collapse, Kal is a fairly good shoot with the crossbow, and this is only helped when he takes the time to put on the rather delicate scope. It is also much easier to reload for him, and he also has a small sling to fire ball bearings should his crossbow be inadequate. His skill at picking up fine details is also very useful when scavenging, and he can often find things that others might have looked over, useful when on his own.
Decent Doc: His experience as a vet has also taught him more advanced first-aid techniques than most. He knows how to safely stitch up a wound, set a broken bone, make a makeshift crutch, knows his way around helpful plants, and can also identify various synthetic medicines. He is also capable of minor surgery (such as removing various foreign objects.) He's equally good at healing his dogs and other animals, although he often has to euthanize those he finds on the street.
Arty Kinda Guy: He also has a few tricks up his sleeves for making stuff. He knows how to make soap and candles, stitch, and although he would never admit it, he is also very good at knitting, and has a pair of needles in his bag. He's capable of repairing most kinds of clothes, and is trying to figure out how to make them. Repair-wise, he can't do anything spectacular, and especially nothing bigger than repairing a tear or two.
Animal Man: Kal's most obvious ability is his way with animals. Although he says there's nothing to it, he is great at calming down wild animals, and as a vet can easily treat them. Because of this he has three dogs with him, Samson, a male Alstatian/Labrador crossbreed, Roxy, a female doberman/terrier breed, and Luke, a male Akita. All of them are well trained and respond to him, and they are all within good health. If he could provide for more, he easily would have more. Unfortunately, he simply can't keep more, and as such only has the three.
Novice Trapper: To feed the dogs, he also knows a little bit about trapping, although this is a skill he is still learning, and as such is not very good at it. His traps aren't big, most of them barley bigger than his foot, and the largest thing he's caught is a rabbit. Mostly, he can only catch mice or other small animals. When he's tried to catch fish, he's always failed, although he's trying to learn more and more. It's not enough to sustain him and the three dogs, however it does go some way in alleviating the food issue.
Marathon Man: Whilst he may not be much of a bodybuilder or a sprinter, Kal can run at a reasonably fast pace for hours. As long as he's fit and well he could probably run down most animals out there simply due to pure stamina. Said stamina is also useful in the water; despite his less-than-perfect form, he's not a bad swimmer, and can withstand a bit of a current.
Weaknesses and Faults
Animal Lover: Kal loves animals, and will often hesitate to kill animals that don't put forward an immediate threat to him. Unless a beast is physically charging at him, he'll take all measures to prevent harm to it, although this can leave him open if he isn't cautious.
Frail Sod: He's not that muscular, and although he has an aptitude for long-distance running, he is terrible at hand-to-hand fighting. Because of this, he tends to stay in back, or let his dogs do the job for him. Due to this, the baseball bat he carries around his pretty much for show, and has never actually killed anything. On the other hand, he has resorted to his knife a few times, although he's pretty terrible at using it.
Distrustful: He's seen what desperate people do, and he's distrustful because of this. The vet he worked at was attacked by people looking for medicine, and he's very protective of what he has. If he thinks you've stolen from him, good luck in even getting the time of day from him, let alone any help.
City Kid: Kal is the kind of person who could get lost in a signposted wood. He has litterally no sense of direction in anywhere he isn't familiar with, very little knowledge of the outdoors, and despite his limited knowledge of natural remedies, would probably poison himself very quickly if he had to live off of the land.
Attention Defici-OOH SHINY!: Kal is actually clinically classified as an ADHD 'child', and he's long since run out of medicine to treat this. Anything that doesn't attract his immideate attention is likley to be dropped at the earliest opportunity, unless it's something absolutley needed for his survival. Personality
HOMEWORLD: A rather odd case, Julius comes from a world similar to that of Holy Terra in the 2nd millenium. Whilst mostly industrialised, the planet is near the edge of the 'goldilocks' zone, and as such is covered in cold tundra, the average temperature at the equator never reaching above 10 degrees celcius. Its main export is soldiers for the Imperial Guard, but is otherwise a self-contained world near the edges of Imperial space, rarley having many issues. Growing up in one of the more industrialised areas, Julius' father and mother were both white collar workers, and he had a rather comfortable early life until they died in a genestealer cult uprsing.
AGE: 80 years. Has had his first juevenant treatment, so looks closer to thirty.
GENDER: Male.
APPEARANCE: Julius is a tall man, his height closing in on 6'2", and he weighs a fairly hefty 140kg, most of which is made up of toned muscle. Despite his age, the jeuvenant treatments have worked well, and he looks a good fourty to fifty years younger than he actually is. When he removes his armour, it reveals a rather compact form, which belies a rather strong man when he needs to be. His voice is quite soft and quie, although he has no qualms about raising it. When interrogating, the vox caster imbedded in his armour turns it into a harsh, grating sound deliberatly tuned to invoke fear in the person he is speaking to.
ROLE: Specialist (Chastener)
UNIFORM: His armour has been modified, although not extensively. An external vox caster can be extended over the mouthpeice, allowing for the voice change, and he has attached numerous boxes and cases to his hip, as well as a number of guardsman-issue ammunition pockets and holders to carry grenades and spare ammunition.
As well as this, he wears a set of flowing red robes from his days in the inquisition, which has white synth-fur around the hood and collar of it and coveres most of his armour. The robes have many bullet holes in it, and there is some obvious differences with the fabrics, where it's been repaired after a particularily nasty set of damage. Lastly, there are numerous purity seals attached to his armour, ranging from standard litagies praising the Emperor to detailed litanies on torture and a vast variety in between.
EXPERTISE: Intimidation Interrogation Heretic/Witch/Daemon knowledge Xenobiology, particularly Genestealer knowledge Emergency Medic Chemical usage Psychic knowledge Excellent Regicide player
EQUIPMENT: - Primary weapon: Autogun. Uses his own version painted black when he joined the Arbitres. Uses straight magazines in order to reload faster, and to reduce jam chance. Some of them have yellow marks in order to dictate that they are AP, others red to indicate incendiary. Unmarked simply means that it is regular, hollow-point ammunition. Does not use a firing pin, instead uses a pulse of plasma similar to the ones used in heavy bolters, further lowering jam chance. Lastly, his autogun also has a purity seal attached to the stock of it, on which is detailed a prayer to the machine god to prevent it from being angered at the changes it has undergone.
- Having worked with the inquisition for some 30 years, including training, he is well versed in the steps required for an Inquisitorial torturer. (Steps as followed)
Level ONE: Verbal. Light questioning to full blown, red faced, vein popping screams as spittle flies over the face of the heretic in (being put to) the question. No actual physical contact (spittle not included).
Level TWO: A polite verbal warning of further actions to come. Something along the lines of "TELL ME WHAT I WANT TO KNOW YOU FILTHY CHAOS FUCKING HERETIC OR I'LL BITE YOU WITH YOUR OWN INCISORS."
Level THREE: Minor physical torture (In the same way that a cigarette is a snack), followed by verbal interrogation. Usually carrying out the previous threat, and repeating level ONE.
Level FOUR: Light physical torture (In the same way that a small sandwich and a cup of coffee is a light lunch) and psychological manipulation (Preferably a repeat of level three on the loved ones of the torturee, as well as religious torment).
Level FIVE: Psychic interrogation (Now we're talking!) with light torture similar to the previous level (Maybe toss in some scarring, thumbscrews, a little minor mutilation and maiming). Yet boring verbal interrogation. The psychic interrogation is typically less than gentle, but no more severe than a moderate beating with an iron bar.
Level SIX: This is the fun part, taking psyhcological manipulation up a notch: Sensory deprivation! Except they don't toss you in a dark room if they can avoid it. Instead, they just use drugs, psychic techniques or Holy Technology to sever all your senses and leave you floating alone in the void. But don't worry, they continue to tie your body into pretzel-like shapes so you've got a healthy dose of holy pain to come back to. Sometimes they'll just toss you in a room with no food or water for a few days, or no food but filthy water for weeks instead.
Level SEVEN: Intensive psychic interrogation! This is the part where they go and find one of those unpleasant psykers, the ones who generally are viewed with disgust (and checked for possibly heresy, given that one hand is buried in their robes while they 'interrogate' you) by honest, Emperor fearing men. This is the one that leaves your mind in tatters, a ragged garment flapping in the wind. You may need a little time away from the pressures of work, study, heresy, dressing and feeding yourself after this one.
Level EIGHT: Use of drugs. Not regular drugs, or truth serums, or stuff that today would be labelled 'russian psychiatric medicine/industrial torture chemicals'. The psychic stuff that attunes your mind to a particular psychic frequency and sucks in all the pain on a planet to break you. The kind that make you think you're locked in an oubliette. The kind that put you back into sensory deprivation.. except for pain, which you feel to the maximum of your nerves ability to carry it.
Level NINE: Unrelenting torture! Usually only used if an Inquisitor has a birthday party planned, since it's easier to shoot the heretic. Torturers have endurance competitions with this one: How long can you keep them alive and sane? How long can you keep wielding the intestinal clamps before you cramp up?
Due to the unique circumstances surrounding them, he has never been able to properly execute step 9, 7 or drag in the victim's family for 3, however his vast variety of eqipment, detailed below, allows him enough flexibility to break almost everyone.
- Numerous drugs in syringes and auto-injectors, including neural pain simulators, psychic overclockers, aural, oral, nasal and optical dampeners and overclockers, 'truth' stimulants, various illegal stims, muscle relaxants and more. All syringes are carried in a small white bag, similar to that of a medic bag, which is clipped to his waist. Empty auto-injectors are attached to specialised holders next to the syringe case, with the chemicals injected through them held inside the bag as well. As well as these, he also has numerous pieces of 'traditional' torture, including numerous knives, an extendable baton (although this is minimally effective in combat, it is surprisingly effective at inflicting pain on those he interrogates,) a neural whip similar to that used by the Sisters Repentia, a set of pliers, a cordless power drill, and even a set of thumbscrews, as well as numerous more pieces of equipment contained within his specialised carrying case.
This case also has three extremely rare pieces of equipment rarely seen out of the hands of xenos or astartes. These pieces of equipment are as follows:
- A small, very smooth and polished ball the size of a fist covered in xenos markings, and with no obvious way of using it. This ball takes in all psychic energy within a small radius, and reflects it back at the psyker equal to his or her abilites. Because of this, the more powerful the psyker the more dangerous the device is, although it has very little subtelty. To a normal human, this will not cause pain, despite the fact that all humans have a small amount of psychic energy, however it's effects work on anything else. The device can also be used to detect blanks, as well as any species with an unusually small influence on the warp, such as Tau. It is especially effective against psy-sensitive cultists and Eldar.
- He also has a device that can be broken down into a set of parts for ease of carrying. When fully assembled, the entire device looks like a back and neck brace, however with two long spikes coming out of it. These spikes are inserted so that the top one touches the brain stem of the subject, and the lower one goes into spinal grey matter, this not only causes the subject to dance and writhe in pain as their very pain nerves are stimulated, but also allows him to 'read the minds' of those the device is jacked into, by examining brain activities which are interpereted through a small screen attached to the device.
- Lastly, he also has another device which he has never had cause to use whilst in the arbitres, and it us unknown what the full capabilities of the device is. What is known however is that it is contained within a box no bigger than 13" across, which is kept at the very bottom of his carrying case.
- Memento: Mother's regicide set, travellers edition. Snaps shut with all of the peices contained inside.
- Memento: Badge from his inquisition days. Has the inquisition's 'I' on it.
BIOGRAPHY: As mentioned, Julius' formative years were quite peaceful, and he had a well-rounded basic education, although this was brought to an end when a genestealer cult started an uprising. Although PDF and IG forces fought against them and succeeded for some time, they were eventually called back and the planet deemed to be lost, especially in the face of an incoming hive fleet splinter. The Schola Progenium descended on the planet shortly before exterminatus was called, and Julius was swept up amongst many other youths.
It was quickly found that despite being a normal child in most respects, Julius had a unique mental condition that desensitised him to the suffering of others, and this quickly lead to him being fast-tracked to the chastener program, where he was taught the tools of the trade. This training took many shapes, from being taught various chemical mixtures and their effects on the human body, to the proper usages of various psychic equiptment, and even how to use reclaimed xenos items. He was also taught on the true nature of many xenos, and also given detailed training on xenobiology.
Whilst normally the training that chasteners undergo takes numerous years simply to desensitise the to-be chasteners to the horrors they will be inflicting whilst on the field, Julius' unique condition accelerated him through the processes, and he ended up becoming a fully Abritres far before his peers managed to be, and with flying colours to boot. This record lead a newly-promoted inquisitor to recruit him for his retinue, along with a small group that he would serve with for the next thirty years.
The other members in the retinue taught him a lot of what to expect during his lifetime, and it was here in which he not only learned the highly classified 9 steps of interrogation, but also many more practical skills that he hadn't been taught in the Schola. These included the proper identification of daemonic rituals and daemonhosts, the true nature of the warp, and many other peices of information that would lead to the average citizen simply being executed. These skills proved highly effective against multiple witches and mutants, and he showed particular brutality when dealing with any mutants, especially those thought to have been touched by genestealers, although this was rarely a group that he came into contact with, as his inquisitor was with the Ordo Hereticus, rather than xenos.
Unfortunatly, his time with the inquisition was cut short when his party was attacked by a large group of cultists, including two daemonhosts. Despite fending them off, they quickly found that a large-scale daemon summoning was taking place on the planet. Whilst summoning the Grey Knights, the Inquisitor they were attached to was slain, and after they were finally evacuated off of the planet after the threat had been largley dealt with, they were informed that the inquisiton would have no more use for them, unless such time as if another inquisitor would recruit them. After this, he was returned to the fold of the Arbitres, where he has continued to serve.
It was also during his time in the inquisiton where he met Sorotias Acolyte Cassiel, with whom he ended up in a relationship with during his time with her in the retinue. Cassiel later became a Sorotias Cleric, and the two often see each othe both in the field and whenever their down times happen to coincide. Despite this, the relationship between the two has cooled greatly, although the the two still have some amount of loyalty to one another, and Julius has remained faithful to her during the years they have been together.
Upon his return to the Arbitres, Julius found himself swamped, his skills and reputation leading to numerous Judges wanting him on their teams. Judge Caluto finally took notice of him, however, during an investigation on a hive world suspected of being infested by genestealers. Upon his squad capturing a member of the cult, and subsequently discovering they had taken the magnus prisoner, Julius became one of the few interrogators to ever psychically break a high-mastery psyker, although it took multiple weeks of near-constant pressure to do so. Upon returning to the Precint-Fortress, he was informed that he would be transferring to Strike Team Omicron, and was only given a short amount of time in which to get ready.
PERSONALITY: Julius' condition leaves him in an odd state with response to personality. Whilst he can abstractly care for both his squad and civilians, he often has difficulty in fully caring about losses. Because of this, many he has served with consider him cold. Despite this, he has no issue with displaying other emotions, and is a fairly placid man, although he is stern and uncompromising when on the field.
MISCELLANEOUS: Although this may be obvious, Julius has a burning hatred of anything related to those that were resposible for the destruction of his home planet, and many of those who have seen him dealing with them have reported that he often seems more interested in causing harm to them rather than extracting information.
Just suffered a huge setback. My computer crashed and I hadn't saved my notepad document with all of my notes for two different RP's. WIP to come later.
Just a stranger in a strange land... Nah, not really. Born in SA, Moved to the UK. Warhammer 40K fanatic and devourer of sci-fi and fantasy fiction, loves 20th century history.
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