Name: Gustave 'Goose' Boucher
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance:Goose stands roughly 178 centimeters tall and has a rather muscular build considering his diet. His hair is a dark brown hue, is slightly curly, and is cut similarly to a crew cut. His eyes are a honey brown and his face bears a beard that's well due for a trim. Numerous scars are littered across his pale body, but the most notable of which is his left arm. Completely replaced from the shoulder downward with bionics after a rather close encounter a handful of years ago. He is also missing his left pinky toe.
His clothes consist of his standard-issue uniform of the 78th Bristonian Hellhounds as well as segments of carapace armor. Said uniform consists of flame retardant greatcoat and slacks that are colored a dark navy blue. The boots are a dark brown color and are steel-toed. His carapace armor seen better days but it still does a bang-up job of keeping Goose alive well enough. The symbol of his former regiment and rank are displayed on the left and right shoulder plates respectively. The helmet completely covers Goose's head and looks akin to a modernized Roman legionnaire helmet with a full faceplate that somewhat protects his face from injury. The lenses in the eye holes are tinted to reduce eye damage from prolonged exposure to very bright light sources.
His signature weapons consist of a Bristonian pattern flamer and a dark blue chainsword with crimson stripes zigzagging to resemble fangs. He also has the standard-issue bayonet as his fallback weapon.
Personality: After meeting with and being recruited by the rogue trader, his personality took a turn for the better. He started to interact with people in a more personal manner rather than simply polite professionalism. He managed to significantly reduce his urges to end his life. And he managed to actually start befriending others. Overall, he is a better man from meeting his current boss. Though at times when he gets irate, he lets his hive ganger origins show.
His role in the ship is like many a guardsman that the rogue trader had hand-selected, he was there to keep said rogue trader alive. At the cost of his own life, if need be. Usual routines consist of doing patrols and check-ups throughout the ship, but sometimes he spends his free time practicing with his weapons. Though his role doesn't change when he accompanies his lord in excursions, he specializes in close quarters combat and excels greatly fighting inside of locations like building complexes, tunnel networks, and trenches.
His main purpose in serving the rogue trader is because of his sense of duty and his way of atoning for his perceived wrongs. The pay is a nice bonus too. Though as of now, he is content to be his lord's loyal guard dog and extension of his will.
History:Goose wasn't always what he is now. Before he was just some punk in a nondescript Hive City on the planet Briston, ready to kill anyone for looking at him the wrong way. He was known to deliberately cut off limbs of his opponents without mercy using a crude cleaver like sword. It even earned him the moniker 'Goose the Butcher'. He soon climbed the ranks of his gang and was the right hand of the gang. And with him as their enforcer, the gang itself expanded their territories exponentially. In this world, might was right and they were the most powerful present.
Life was good until the cults messed everything up by instigating a lesser chaos incursion in the middle of the lower hive. He and his gang were having none of it, this was their turf and they were not letting some cultists wrest their hard-earned prize. The PDF took their sweet time in arriving at the scene. As when they did, the majority of the lower hive was in a state of all-out war and over half of his gang were already dead. The PDF fell too and they had to wait until the local guard regiment to save their asses. A little too late considering that nearly a hundred thousand were dead and the cult was close to making a big enough portal to bring in an all-out invasion. The Bristonian Hellhounds quelled the problem in a span of a month. Goose was in awe. To him, these boys in blue were the toughest and strongest 'gang' that ever set foot in his city. He knew one thing from that day onward. He wanted to be a part of that 'gang', thus leading him to the recruiting center and joining up with the newly formed 78th battalion.
There he was hammered and beaten down to what the imperium needed him to be. Not some violent hive ganger scum, but a proper guardsman of the imperium of man. Gone was 'Goose the Butcher', there was only Recruit Gustave Boucher of the 78th Bristonian Hellhounds. He was only a boy at the time, but he soon was shipped out to fight on a world he didn't know, for people he didn't care for, against foes he couldn't ever imagined. Two campaigns against Orks and Chaos, a torn limb, and a whole battalion worth of lives later...Gustave had become the cynical and aloof character he was prior to meeting the rogue trader.
Guilt overcame his conscience. He asked himself why that he was the only one that survived the last battle and if he even deserved to keep on living. He never showed this side of him in front of others; he had to be the strong and dependable Sargeant Gustave. Years went on and the guilt piled up more and more just as much as the body count did. Finally, he was at the brink. One step away from taking his own life and freeing him from the burden. But as fate would have it, he was called into service by Lord Livingstone. There he learned that perhaps there was a way for him to be released from his guilt without splattering his brains across the floor. In the service of the rogue trader, Goose found meaning again.
Skills:- Expert Melee Combatant: Goose is an expert in melee combat. May it be with weapon or not, he will be more than capable of standing on his own in a fight. Even before his formal training as a guardsman, he was a force to be reckoned with in his hive ganger days. Usually uses it when given the opportunity to flank and surprise enemy positions and when inside enclosed combat areas.
- Decent Shot: As a guardsman, he is expected to be at least proficient with a lasgun. True enough, he is a decent shot with a lasgun, but don't expect him to be making any trick shots with one.
- Quick On His Feet: 'The best way not to die is to keep moving in combat.' Those were the words his instructor had told him time after time Goose was beaten in combat training. He took those words into heart and ensured that while fighting, he keeps on mobile and his foes on their toes.
- Intimidating Presence: One nasty look from him is usually enough to get people to shut up and listen. He is a hardened veteran and a notorious ganger enforcer before that. If he wants you to listen, you will listen.
Equipment:
- Basic Guardsman's Kit
- Medkit
- Standard Issue Entrenchment Tool
- Hand Flamer Prometheum Cannisters
- Chainsword Power Cells
- Spare Chainsword Chain
Miscellaneous:Absolutely hates fighting near salt water and sand. Once said elements get into his bionics, it causes malfunctions and immense pain.
Favorite food is any food that has flavor.
Collects small mementos from interesting experiences/people/places.
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