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Character
Name: Colm Corbec
Fandom: Warhammer 40,000
Gender: Male
Age: 47
Time Period: 41st millenium
Wing Color: Golden-brown, bird like wings.
History: http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Colm_Corbec#.UIyygcXA_ps
Personality: Corbec is a stoic, yet friendly man who cares deeply for those either close to him or under his care. While he is somewhat quiet due to his stoic nature, he will speak when it is important or when he is in the company of close friends. He is a somewhat fatherly figure to those younger than him, and will try to keep them out of danger as best he can, though he sometimes becomes frustrated in this regard due to the nature of life in the Imperial Guard. He also has life in the Imperial Guard to thank for his stoic nature. He has seen many people he has been friends with die in various ways, and has developed a hard shell against suffering and loss that is not easily broken.
This does not, however, mean that he does not care about others. Quite to the contrary, he is willing to stick his neck out to help his friends or those under his care. He also also used to having to care for people, due to his rank of Colonel in the Tanith 1st regiment of the Imperial Guard. This has given him experience in leading others and having to make hard decisions that affect others. This military experience may also lead to him seeming rigid to other, non-military individuals when he needs to make important decisions, though he is still renowned for being a remarkably laid back officer within his regiment. His experience as a high ranking officer in such an expendable force has also made him willing, if reluctant, to make sacrifices when necessary. He will always put himself on the line if it's possible to spare those he cares for, however, and will not flinch away from putting himself in dangerous situations.
He is a generally calm man, and enjoys time alone as well as he enjoys time with friends. He also enjoys making wooden sculptures and carvings, as it has always been a hobby of his, and he now does it partially out of remembrance for his lost home planet of Tanith. Like most Tanith, he is a bit of a wild man, and enjoys the wilderness. This leads to him having a somewhat exploratory streak, and he enjoys finding new things. When with friends, he enjoys socializing and sharing stories over a few glasses of ale.
Strengths: Corbec is a trained soldier and a veteran, and possesses fighting skills beyond those of most normal men as a result. He also has experience fighting foes stronger than himself, and thus may be able to hold his own, or at least survive, against a very low level superhuman. He is naturally fit, and possesses a natural strength that has been enhanced by years of soldiering and manual labor. He has led men through battles, and thus has a good grip of the skills needed for leadership. His life on Tanith, with it's thick, shifting forests, has given him an almost supernatural sense of direction and good survival skills in the wilderness. He knows how to brew alcoholic beverages, and picked up a few small tricks from his friend Bragg, but he is by no means an expert in this regard. He is, however, a very skilled wood worker, and is capable of making a wide variety of wooden sculptures and structures if given the right materials. Due to his life in the Imperial Guard, he knows how to cope with sacrifices and loss. A strong sense of survival and enduring of many wounds has given him a strong willpower, and he can push himself through pain that may cause some men to give up.
Weaknesses: Despite his skill and training, he is still a regular human, and is thus prone to disease and injury, and can be easily bested in a fight by anything much more than a regular human. Due to the nature of the Imperium, with it's heavily anti-alien, anti-magic and anti-demonic ways, he is at best distrustful of non-humans, and likely to react with fear if approached by any sort of demonic character. Characters with psychic and/or magic powers will also earn his caution, but not outright fear as with demons, as he has worked with psychics in the past. In terms of physical ability, he is aging. Despite his skill and training, he still tires far more easily than someone of equal ability who is younger than him, and perhaps even some people without training. Like most people of the Imperium, he is a religious man, and devout to the Emperor of Mankind. Being torn out of such a situation may very well leave him shell shocked for a time until he fully adapts. This also means he is set in his ways to some extent, making adapting to a new situation even harder and perhaps making him come off as stubborn. His willpower doesn't help with the issue of him seeming stubborn, and he may push himself too far if someone he cares about or respects is in danger. The Imperial education system also leaves much to be desired, and although he can read, write and do basic math, he does not know much of science or advanced mathematics. His experience with loss and sacrifice, and his ability to deal with them, may cause some others to seem him as hard hearted or cold.
(For the strengths and weaknesses section, feel free to include powers or special abilities if they apply.)
Samples (ALL samples must be set in Luceti-verse.)
First Person: Well, let me just start by saying I'm an honest man. I tell the truth when I'm asked for my opinion on something. So you want to know what I first thought of this place when I got here? Fine, I'll tell you. When I first woke up here, I was confused and damn well terrified. I'd been in battles that almost killed me multiple times, and taken hits that should have done it outright, but waking up in a place where all you know is that it isn't where you were before and you suddenly have a pair of wings on your back...well, that's a bit different. Where I'm from, things like that are more than just bad news, it's a sign your own soul is corrupted, and it's not a subtle one. I panicked, and tried tearing the blasted things off. That didn't end well, as after I tore off a handful of the feathers I passed out from the pain. Even if I had a weapon at that point, though, I wouldn't have offed myself. In that state it would have been a damnation. When I got to the village, things only got worse. For one, there were plenty of things that clearly weren't human. That didn't help the state of mind I was in by any means, and I admit at that point I wasn't sure what the feth I was going to do. Was I going to run? Or was I going to try and fight until I died? I was tossing this around in my head for about a minute until I noticed there wasn't anything trying to rip my bloody face off. As soon as I realized that valuable piece of information I got a better look at the village and realized something that threw me for something of a loop: things seemed relatively peaceful here. Back home, demons, aliens, psychics...almost all of them were trying to kill you or some other poor bastard. But there wasn't any fire here, no dead bodies, no screaming. It seemed like they were just going about their daily lives. And the regular humans were doing just the same right alongside them. I began to wonder if this place was perhaps a bit different than what I was used to. Not to say I wasn't reluctant, but if nothing horrible seemed to be happening at the moment I figured I may as well take a closer look. Imagine my surprise when some of the things I would normally call monsters actually didn't seem like murderous psychopaths as I approached! Still, I kept my distance. I wasn't sure if they were plotting something sinister. If I could stay in the village and keep an eye on what they were doing, maybe I could get some sort of warning out if they were. Of course, they didn't, or I wouldn't be standing here talking to you right now. Like I said, I'm an honest man, and I'm not lying when I say things here are a fething lot better than where I came from.
Third Person: Corbec took a deep breath. The cool outdoor air felt good in his lungs, a welcome change from the dust and smoke he was used to. He lived for these moments, when he could be with himself and his thoughts. At the moment his thoughts were focused on Tanith, his home. This place, these woods, reminded him of his homeworld in an odd way. The trees didn't shift here, but he could ignore that. The birds were what struck him as the most odd. He swore that if he listened close enough he could hear them talking. That wouldn't surprise him here, really, he thought. He knew something about this place was off when he first saw the residents of the village. Still, things here seemed peaceful, and it he had to admit it was much nicer than what he was used to.
He shook his head and continued on, bending down to gather fallen branches as he went. Corbec had no tools to cut down a tree here, and he figured it more sensible to get a sense for how this wood worked before doing that. He decided he would just find a sizable branch and see if he could make something nice out of that. No sense wasting a whole tree when you're getting a feel for a new kind of wood.
His mind wandered to what he might make. A reminder of home to keep him on his toes, perhaps. No matter how peaceful this place seemed, he still felt something was wrong with it, and didn't want to let himself get too comfortable. The Imperial faith dictated that heresy grew from idleness, and he couldn't let himself fall into that trap. Of course, he had seen hide nor hair of the faith here, and it worried him. Moreover, he worried himself when it caused him to bring into question it's necessity. He'd come out here to clear his head, but it had only helped for a short time. He stopped walking and sighed to himself. His mind kept raising these questions more and more frequently as he settled into life in this place called Luceti, and he grew less and less disturbed by them each time. They still caused him to worry, but he was unsure if he should be more worried that he was asking the questions or the fact that he cared less and less about doing so.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something that interrupted his train of thought. It was a fallen branch the size of a small log, and it didn't seem to be rotten. He allowed himself a small smile, and picked up the branch, dropping the others in the process. He turned to head back to the village, branch in hand. He thought back on his need of a reminder, and decided he would make an Imperial aquila. If nothing else, it would at least give him something to look at and remember where he'd come from.
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Character
Name: Colm Corbec
Fandom: Warhammer 40,000
Gender: Male
Age: 47
Time Period: 41st millenium
Wing Color: Golden-brown, bird like wings.
History: http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Colm_Corbec#.UIyygcXA_ps
Personality: Corbec is a stoic, yet friendly man who cares deeply for those either close to him or under his care. While he is somewhat quiet due to his stoic nature, he will speak when it is important or when he is in the company of close friends. He is a somewhat fatherly figure to those younger than him, and will try to keep them out of danger as best he can, though he sometimes becomes frustrated in this regard due to the nature of life in the Imperial Guard. He also has life in the Imperial Guard to thank for his stoic nature. He has seen many people he has been friends with die in various ways, and has developed a hard shell against suffering and loss that is not easily broken.
This does not, however, mean that he does not care about others. Quite to the contrary, he is willing to stick his neck out to help his friends or those under his care. He also also used to having to care for people, due to his rank of Colonel in the Tanith 1st regiment of the Imperial Guard. This has given him experience in leading others and having to make hard decisions that affect others. This military experience may also lead to him seeming rigid to other, non-military individuals when he needs to make important decisions, though he is still renowned for being a remarkably laid back officer within his regiment. His experience as a high ranking officer in such an expendable force has also made him willing, if reluctant, to make sacrifices when necessary. He will always put himself on the line if it's possible to spare those he cares for, however, and will not flinch away from putting himself in dangerous situations.
He is a generally calm man, and enjoys time alone as well as he enjoys time with friends. He also enjoys making wooden sculptures and carvings, as it has always been a hobby of his, and he now does it partially out of remembrance for his lost home planet of Tanith. Like most Tanith, he is a bit of a wild man, and enjoys the wilderness. This leads to him having a somewhat exploratory streak, and he enjoys finding new things. When with friends, he enjoys socializing and sharing stories over a few glasses of ale.
Strengths: Corbec is a trained soldier and a veteran, and possesses fighting skills beyond those of most normal men as a result. He also has experience fighting foes stronger than himself, and thus may be able to hold his own, or at least survive, against a very low level superhuman. He is naturally fit, and possesses a natural strength that has been enhanced by years of soldiering and manual labor. He has led men through battles, and thus has a good grip of the skills needed for leadership. His life on Tanith, with it's thick, shifting forests, has given him an almost supernatural sense of direction and good survival skills in the wilderness. He knows how to brew alcoholic beverages, and picked up a few small tricks from his friend Bragg, but he is by no means an expert in this regard. He is, however, a very skilled wood worker, and is capable of making a wide variety of wooden sculptures and structures if given the right materials. Due to his life in the Imperial Guard, he knows how to cope with sacrifices and loss. A strong sense of survival and enduring of many wounds has given him a strong willpower, and he can push himself through pain that may cause some men to give up.
Weaknesses: Despite his skill and training, he is still a regular human, and is thus prone to disease and injury, and can be easily bested in a fight by anything much more than a regular human. Due to the nature of the Imperium, with it's heavily anti-alien, anti-magic and anti-demonic ways, he is at best distrustful of non-humans, and likely to react with fear if approached by any sort of demonic character. Characters with psychic and/or magic powers will also earn his caution, but not outright fear as with demons, as he has worked with psychics in the past. In terms of physical ability, he is aging. Despite his skill and training, he still tires far more easily than someone of equal ability who is younger than him, and perhaps even some people without training. Like most people of the Imperium, he is a religious man, and devout to the Emperor of Mankind. Being torn out of such a situation may very well leave him shell shocked for a time until he fully adapts. This also means he is set in his ways to some extent, making adapting to a new situation even harder and perhaps making him come off as stubborn. His willpower doesn't help with the issue of him seeming stubborn, and he may push himself too far if someone he cares about or respects is in danger. The Imperial education system also leaves much to be desired, and although he can read, write and do basic math, he does not know much of science or advanced mathematics. His experience with loss and sacrifice, and his ability to deal with them, may cause some others to seem him as hard hearted or cold.
(For the strengths and weaknesses section, feel free to include powers or special abilities if they apply.)
Samples (ALL samples must be set in Luceti-verse.)
First Person: Well, let me just start by saying I'm an honest man. I tell the truth when I'm asked for my opinion on something. So you want to know what I first thought of this place when I got here? Fine, I'll tell you. When I first woke up here, I was confused and damn well terrified. I'd been in battles that almost killed me multiple times, and taken hits that should have done it outright, but waking up in a place where all you know is that it isn't where you were before and you suddenly have a pair of wings on your back...well, that's a bit different. Where I'm from, things like that are more than just bad news, it's a sign your own soul is corrupted, and it's not a subtle one. I panicked, and tried tearing the blasted things off. That didn't end well, as after I tore off a handful of the feathers I passed out from the pain. Even if I had a weapon at that point, though, I wouldn't have offed myself. In that state it would have been a damnation. When I got to the village, things only got worse. For one, there were plenty of things that clearly weren't human. That didn't help the state of mind I was in by any means, and I admit at that point I wasn't sure what the feth I was going to do. Was I going to run? Or was I going to try and fight until I died? I was tossing this around in my head for about a minute until I noticed there wasn't anything trying to rip my bloody face off. As soon as I realized that valuable piece of information I got a better look at the village and realized something that threw me for something of a loop: things seemed relatively peaceful here. Back home, demons, aliens, psychics...almost all of them were trying to kill you or some other poor bastard. But there wasn't any fire here, no dead bodies, no screaming. It seemed like they were just going about their daily lives. And the regular humans were doing just the same right alongside them. I began to wonder if this place was perhaps a bit different than what I was used to. Not to say I wasn't reluctant, but if nothing horrible seemed to be happening at the moment I figured I may as well take a closer look. Imagine my surprise when some of the things I would normally call monsters actually didn't seem like murderous psychopaths as I approached! Still, I kept my distance. I wasn't sure if they were plotting something sinister. If I could stay in the village and keep an eye on what they were doing, maybe I could get some sort of warning out if they were. Of course, they didn't, or I wouldn't be standing here talking to you right now. Like I said, I'm an honest man, and I'm not lying when I say things here are a fething lot better than where I came from.
Third Person: Corbec took a deep breath. The cool outdoor air felt good in his lungs, a welcome change from the dust and smoke he was used to. He lived for these moments, when he could be with himself and his thoughts. At the moment his thoughts were focused on Tanith, his home. This place, these woods, reminded him of his homeworld in an odd way. The trees didn't shift here, but he could ignore that. The birds were what struck him as the most odd. He swore that if he listened close enough he could hear them talking. That wouldn't surprise him here, really, he thought. He knew something about this place was off when he first saw the residents of the village. Still, things here seemed peaceful, and it he had to admit it was much nicer than what he was used to.
He shook his head and continued on, bending down to gather fallen branches as he went. Corbec had no tools to cut down a tree here, and he figured it more sensible to get a sense for how this wood worked before doing that. He decided he would just find a sizable branch and see if he could make something nice out of that. No sense wasting a whole tree when you're getting a feel for a new kind of wood.
His mind wandered to what he might make. A reminder of home to keep him on his toes, perhaps. No matter how peaceful this place seemed, he still felt something was wrong with it, and didn't want to let himself get too comfortable. The Imperial faith dictated that heresy grew from idleness, and he couldn't let himself fall into that trap. Of course, he had seen hide nor hair of the faith here, and it worried him. Moreover, he worried himself when it caused him to bring into question it's necessity. He'd come out here to clear his head, but it had only helped for a short time. He stopped walking and sighed to himself. His mind kept raising these questions more and more frequently as he settled into life in this place called Luceti, and he grew less and less disturbed by them each time. They still caused him to worry, but he was unsure if he should be more worried that he was asking the questions or the fact that he cared less and less about doing so.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something that interrupted his train of thought. It was a fallen branch the size of a small log, and it didn't seem to be rotten. He allowed himself a small smile, and picked up the branch, dropping the others in the process. He turned to head back to the village, branch in hand. He thought back on his need of a reminder, and decided he would make an Imperial aquila. If nothing else, it would at least give him something to look at and remember where he'd come from.