Post by Eucradius Tholath on Apr 18, 2009 19:47:26 GMT
Name: Eucradius Tholath
Age: 25
Designation: Scout Novice
Height: 6ft 10
Hair Colour: Brown
Physical Description: Tholath as he prefers to be known, is one of the smallest marines many have met at only 6’10”. While he doesn’t look strong, on first apperances, many have been tricked into a hand to hand combat match with him and have been suprised at the strength he has. Tholath is well built overall, with him not working on one set muscle group.
His eyes are his best feature, with them being several colours. This allows them to put over any emotion from calm and thoughtful to hard and wanting to kill you. He has short spiky brown hair, which is almost always standing up for some reason and a faint bit of stubble around his jaw line. He has no scars that can normally be seen, but has one on his right upper arm from when he fought several other hopefuls to get his place in the 4th Company.
Personality: While Tholath is slightly stronger than many imagine, he is far better at shooting. Whenever there is a free space on the range, he will been seen practicing his shooting at the longer ranges (400m and above). With all his practice at shooting, this does leave his fighting skills lower than many would like. However, he hasn’t found this a problem, somehow avoiding most melees.
Even though he is normally on the range, he is a very social person, knowing everyone in the company. Those people that have fought with him and have earned his respect have many time had to thank him and be thanked when they have saved each other. With Tholath, when you have befriended him, he will do anything to protect them in a battle.
Equipment:
Scout Armour
- Left/Right Eye-HUD w/ Image Enhancement
- Live-Feed Tactical Pict-Caster
- InterSquad Vox Link
- Orbital Data Feed
- In-Field First-Aid System (Antiseptic/Liquid Painkiller Delivery)
- Waste Reclamation and Hydration System
Standard Scout Equipment
- Personal Dataslate
- Rebreather Mask w/ 6 Hour Air Supply
- Dust Goggles / UV Protected, Non-Reflective Surface
- Position Marking Vox Beacons
- ChemLights
- Combat Rations
- FlexSteel Cord (100 ft) w/ Arrestor Gear and Mag-Grapple
- Grenade Bandolier
* 4x Frag
* 4x Krak
- Ammunition Pouches
History: Tholath’s home world was Ornsworth, the home of the ratlings. At age 1, he managed to steal a rifle and nearly set it off before his parents found him with it. While slightly scared by what they found, his father saw that he may have a skill here that could be in service to the Imperium. As such, when Tholath was age 4, his father started to teach him how to shoot, taking him hunting with him, much against his mother wishes. When he was older still, 10 years of age, the ratlings on the planet took him aside and gave him a bit of marksman training, helping him with his shooting even more so.
As well as teaching him how to shoot, his father who had tried out to be a Space Marine himself and failed the test, started training him ready for if they came again. Know what the test was like for him, Tholath's father pushed him to limits he had never known and then was forced to break them again later. On instance of this was when his father forced him to do a 20 mile run followed by 30 minutes of shooting, then ended with a sparing session against several people, all straight after the other. While Tholath at the time didn't understand why his father was making him do this, before he turned 13, he was very glad he had.
On the eve of him 13th birthday, the Omega Marines appeared on his planet, looking for recruits. Tholath had the ability to be considered to join the chapter. Since that moment, he has never stopped working to improve every aspect of himself. So far joining the 4th Company, Tholath has got the fewest number of kills in his squad. However, everyone of his kills has been an important enemy figure, be it a force commander down to a heavy support trooper holding allied forces at bay.
Sample RP: Stalking through the forest, Tholath was more a shadow than a man. Up ahead of him, he could hear the gutteral speech of the local orks who had recently attacked the citizens here on this planet.
Getting closer to the voices, Tholath was able to make out the silhouettes of the 2 orks in front of him. Sliding his combat knife out of its sheath, Tholath stopped moving.
"Permission to engage 2 sentries." Tholath voxed to his sergeant.
"Permission granted. Just keep it quiet."
Moving off again, Tholath struck sliently, his combat knife punching through the first ork's rib cage and its heart, killing it before it hit the ground. Not pausing, Tholath went for the second ork. However, this ork happened to turn around as Tholath came up behind him. The ork grabbed the arm with the knife, holding it only an inch away from its body. Tholath desperatly tried to shake te ork's hold on his arm. Bringing up his left arm, Tholath punched the ork twice in the chest, his augmented muscle helping the two punches break several of the ork's ribs. Yet still the ork wouldn't let go. Tholath tried a new tactic as the ork grabbed his other arm. Lashing out with his right leg, he slammed it into the ork's left leg, hitting the perfect sweet spot and shattering the knee joint. The ork let go in shock as it fell to the floor and Tholath quickly finished up.
"Cleared a way in Sergeant." Tholath voxed as he checked his arms. "When do I get to shoot something important?"
Age: 25
Designation: Scout Novice
Height: 6ft 10
Hair Colour: Brown
Physical Description: Tholath as he prefers to be known, is one of the smallest marines many have met at only 6’10”. While he doesn’t look strong, on first apperances, many have been tricked into a hand to hand combat match with him and have been suprised at the strength he has. Tholath is well built overall, with him not working on one set muscle group.
His eyes are his best feature, with them being several colours. This allows them to put over any emotion from calm and thoughtful to hard and wanting to kill you. He has short spiky brown hair, which is almost always standing up for some reason and a faint bit of stubble around his jaw line. He has no scars that can normally be seen, but has one on his right upper arm from when he fought several other hopefuls to get his place in the 4th Company.
Personality: While Tholath is slightly stronger than many imagine, he is far better at shooting. Whenever there is a free space on the range, he will been seen practicing his shooting at the longer ranges (400m and above). With all his practice at shooting, this does leave his fighting skills lower than many would like. However, he hasn’t found this a problem, somehow avoiding most melees.
Even though he is normally on the range, he is a very social person, knowing everyone in the company. Those people that have fought with him and have earned his respect have many time had to thank him and be thanked when they have saved each other. With Tholath, when you have befriended him, he will do anything to protect them in a battle.
Equipment:
Scout Armour
- Left/Right Eye-HUD w/ Image Enhancement
- Live-Feed Tactical Pict-Caster
- InterSquad Vox Link
- Orbital Data Feed
- In-Field First-Aid System (Antiseptic/Liquid Painkiller Delivery)
- Waste Reclamation and Hydration System
Standard Scout Equipment
- Personal Dataslate
- Rebreather Mask w/ 6 Hour Air Supply
- Dust Goggles / UV Protected, Non-Reflective Surface
- Position Marking Vox Beacons
- ChemLights
- Combat Rations
- FlexSteel Cord (100 ft) w/ Arrestor Gear and Mag-Grapple
- Grenade Bandolier
* 4x Frag
* 4x Krak
- Ammunition Pouches
History: Tholath’s home world was Ornsworth, the home of the ratlings. At age 1, he managed to steal a rifle and nearly set it off before his parents found him with it. While slightly scared by what they found, his father saw that he may have a skill here that could be in service to the Imperium. As such, when Tholath was age 4, his father started to teach him how to shoot, taking him hunting with him, much against his mother wishes. When he was older still, 10 years of age, the ratlings on the planet took him aside and gave him a bit of marksman training, helping him with his shooting even more so.
As well as teaching him how to shoot, his father who had tried out to be a Space Marine himself and failed the test, started training him ready for if they came again. Know what the test was like for him, Tholath's father pushed him to limits he had never known and then was forced to break them again later. On instance of this was when his father forced him to do a 20 mile run followed by 30 minutes of shooting, then ended with a sparing session against several people, all straight after the other. While Tholath at the time didn't understand why his father was making him do this, before he turned 13, he was very glad he had.
On the eve of him 13th birthday, the Omega Marines appeared on his planet, looking for recruits. Tholath had the ability to be considered to join the chapter. Since that moment, he has never stopped working to improve every aspect of himself. So far joining the 4th Company, Tholath has got the fewest number of kills in his squad. However, everyone of his kills has been an important enemy figure, be it a force commander down to a heavy support trooper holding allied forces at bay.
Sample RP: Stalking through the forest, Tholath was more a shadow than a man. Up ahead of him, he could hear the gutteral speech of the local orks who had recently attacked the citizens here on this planet.
Getting closer to the voices, Tholath was able to make out the silhouettes of the 2 orks in front of him. Sliding his combat knife out of its sheath, Tholath stopped moving.
"Permission to engage 2 sentries." Tholath voxed to his sergeant.
"Permission granted. Just keep it quiet."
Moving off again, Tholath struck sliently, his combat knife punching through the first ork's rib cage and its heart, killing it before it hit the ground. Not pausing, Tholath went for the second ork. However, this ork happened to turn around as Tholath came up behind him. The ork grabbed the arm with the knife, holding it only an inch away from its body. Tholath desperatly tried to shake te ork's hold on his arm. Bringing up his left arm, Tholath punched the ork twice in the chest, his augmented muscle helping the two punches break several of the ork's ribs. Yet still the ork wouldn't let go. Tholath tried a new tactic as the ork grabbed his other arm. Lashing out with his right leg, he slammed it into the ork's left leg, hitting the perfect sweet spot and shattering the knee joint. The ork let go in shock as it fell to the floor and Tholath quickly finished up.
"Cleared a way in Sergeant." Tholath voxed as he checked his arms. "When do I get to shoot something important?"