Guardian Angel HarukiName: VLS-482106
AKA: Valus
Age: 36
Race: Varg
Appearance: A typical looking Varg, once upon a time. Valus stands at 6'9 and his time in the mines have "blessed" him body that rivaled even the strongest soldier. His skin is pale white, like bleached bones, and crisscrossed with many scars. His eyes are a piercing white, faintly glowing in low light. All in all he is fairly ugly by Varg standards, all hard edges and damaged skin. Then we move on to the machinery, the things most people will notice first. Strapped to his face and back is the machinery keeping him alive as his lungs had to be replaced when he caught "Dust Lung", a side effect of breathing in molten Warpstone fumes that corroded his lungs. One thing you won't notice at first is that the left side of his chest has been replaced with machinery, needing room to insert the refined Warpstone to power his new arm. The arm itself is slightly too large and heavy, causing him to slouch and walk with a odd geit. As is common with Varg cybernetics, they are incredibly uncomfortable to wear and make getting a good night's rest impossible. Valus carries himself with a constant annoyed scowl.
Faction: Marauder, Varg Revolutionary (Former)
Role in Team?: The Monroes chief "Geologist", a holdover from his time as Outcaste of Tuchan Mines, and an extra gun when needed.
Bio: Valus' life is hardly anything special. He was a miner, spent nearly his entire life surrounded by rock, dust, and that damnable Warpstone. All in the service of beings who didn't even know he existed, or cared really. It was his final five years as an Outcaste that things began to be interesting. Tensions were rising and a riot was on the horizon, the workers of Tuchan Mines having heard of the freedom of other races and wanted in. For three more years things grew, a fight here, destroyed equipment there, all it took was one well placed shot to start it all. The cork finally popped when an Enforcer pulped a younglings head as an example, soon all hell broke loose.
Valus was in the thick of it, the first real riot on Vrakkas in untold generations. Mining equipment was tested against weapons of war in a stalemate that lasted for days, many lives taken on both sides. Eventually the military won out, their sheer numbers and superior training beating the miners angry tenacity. Most were executed on the spot, but the Outcaste were shipped off the Galactic Committee most likely to drive a wedge between the Common Caste and the Outcaste by giving them lighter sentences.
Valus has been a Marauder ever since, traveling with a crew for nearly a year and three quarters before a pirate raid killed most of the crew. He's been assigned to Capt. Raymond ever since.
Personality: Valus is your typical Varg, a hulking brute with a dour, joyless attitude and little understanding of the intricacies of kindness and compassion. He is stoic and doesn't know how to open up to other about pain, both physical and emotional, as doing so would be a death sentence on Vrakkas. Instead he keeps to himself, only interacting with others as much as he needs to out of a skewed sense of survival as if at any moment the Families will swoop down from the void and make him disappear.
On the outside he is quick to annoy, his patience smeared thin by lack of sleep and constant discomfort, but would hardly ever raise his fist in anger unless he sees something truly monstrous. Having just left the heel of the Families nothing makes his blood boil more than seeing abuse of power, the only surefire way to cause the generally reserved Varg to break out in angry bellows. However should you strip away everything else, the pain, the anger, the flicker of rebellion yet to fully alight, you will find that Valus is just incredibly tired.
Weapon(s): Varg Mining Laser: A durable piece of equipment that Valus was able to smuggle off world as a final insult to the Families. It's intended purpose is to mine rock around precious metals and then divide those metals into easily movable chunks. It just so happens that if you point it at an enemy they will find empty space where armor, muscle, and bone used to be.
Cybernetic Arm: Being large and heavy has it's merits in a fist fight, plus having enough force in his hand to crush most metals isn't a bad side effect either. Though, he could always switch it out his "hand" with a mining drill.
Star-fighter: N/A
Family/Relationship?: Has sired several young but as law decreed he was not allowed to see them.
Other: Valus speaks with a deep, metallic voice which is punctuated by ragged wheezes and hacking coughs.
AKA: Valus
Age: 36
Race: Varg
Appearance: A typical looking Varg, once upon a time. Valus stands at 6'9 and his time in the mines have "blessed" him body that rivaled even the strongest soldier. His skin is pale white, like bleached bones, and crisscrossed with many scars. His eyes are a piercing white, faintly glowing in low light. All in all he is fairly ugly by Varg standards, all hard edges and damaged skin. Then we move on to the machinery, the things most people will notice first. Strapped to his face and back is the machinery keeping him alive as his lungs had to be replaced when he caught "Dust Lung", a side effect of breathing in molten Warpstone fumes that corroded his lungs. One thing you won't notice at first is that the left side of his chest has been replaced with machinery, needing room to insert the refined Warpstone to power his new arm. The arm itself is slightly too large and heavy, causing him to slouch and walk with a odd geit. As is common with Varg cybernetics, they are incredibly uncomfortable to wear and make getting a good night's rest impossible. Valus carries himself with a constant annoyed scowl.
Faction: Marauder, Varg Revolutionary (Former)
Role in Team?: The Monroes chief "Geologist", a holdover from his time as Outcaste of Tuchan Mines, and an extra gun when needed.
Bio: Valus' life is hardly anything special. He was a miner, spent nearly his entire life surrounded by rock, dust, and that damnable Warpstone. All in the service of beings who didn't even know he existed, or cared really. It was his final five years as an Outcaste that things began to be interesting. Tensions were rising and a riot was on the horizon, the workers of Tuchan Mines having heard of the freedom of other races and wanted in. For three more years things grew, a fight here, destroyed equipment there, all it took was one well placed shot to start it all. The cork finally popped when an Enforcer pulped a younglings head as an example, soon all hell broke loose.
Valus was in the thick of it, the first real riot on Vrakkas in untold generations. Mining equipment was tested against weapons of war in a stalemate that lasted for days, many lives taken on both sides. Eventually the military won out, their sheer numbers and superior training beating the miners angry tenacity. Most were executed on the spot, but the Outcaste were shipped off the Galactic Committee most likely to drive a wedge between the Common Caste and the Outcaste by giving them lighter sentences.
Valus has been a Marauder ever since, traveling with a crew for nearly a year and three quarters before a pirate raid killed most of the crew. He's been assigned to Capt. Raymond ever since.
Personality: Valus is your typical Varg, a hulking brute with a dour, joyless attitude and little understanding of the intricacies of kindness and compassion. He is stoic and doesn't know how to open up to other about pain, both physical and emotional, as doing so would be a death sentence on Vrakkas. Instead he keeps to himself, only interacting with others as much as he needs to out of a skewed sense of survival as if at any moment the Families will swoop down from the void and make him disappear.
On the outside he is quick to annoy, his patience smeared thin by lack of sleep and constant discomfort, but would hardly ever raise his fist in anger unless he sees something truly monstrous. Having just left the heel of the Families nothing makes his blood boil more than seeing abuse of power, the only surefire way to cause the generally reserved Varg to break out in angry bellows. However should you strip away everything else, the pain, the anger, the flicker of rebellion yet to fully alight, you will find that Valus is just incredibly tired.
Weapon(s): Varg Mining Laser: A durable piece of equipment that Valus was able to smuggle off world as a final insult to the Families. It's intended purpose is to mine rock around precious metals and then divide those metals into easily movable chunks. It just so happens that if you point it at an enemy they will find empty space where armor, muscle, and bone used to be.
Cybernetic Arm: Being large and heavy has it's merits in a fist fight, plus having enough force in his hand to crush most metals isn't a bad side effect either. Though, he could always switch it out his "hand" with a mining drill.
Star-fighter: N/A
Family/Relationship?: Has sired several young but as law decreed he was not allowed to see them.
Other: Valus speaks with a deep, metallic voice which is punctuated by ragged wheezes and hacking coughs.