Post by Numerius Silvanus on Mar 12, 2009 4:26:17 GMT
Name: Numerius Silvanus
Age: 192
Designation:Omega Marines, 4th Company, Apothecary
Height: 7 feet 4
Hair Color: Brown
Physical Description: Silvanus constantly wears his white apothecary armor that sport heavy markings from use in battle. A Prime Helix icon dashed in bright red can be seen on his left shoulder pad, while a similar marking sporting a bleach white skull can be seen on his right shoulder pad. His right arm stands out with a reductor taking a large amount of space, Silvanus also has a bionic left leg replaced from a battle long ago. Outside of his armor Silvanus is considered to be on the rather small side with a smaller frame than the rest of his brothers but in the greater picture it is not overly noticeable. He has Oak brown hair in a military crew cut fashion and also has brown eyes, but unlike his hair the color and hue resembles a beaten copper metal more than any type of dark wood. Silvanus's skin has an overly bronzed by the sun complexion which would surprise many due to the rarity of being seen outside his armor. He also sports a chiseled squared off chin, a round button like nose, flat lips, and arching eyebrows. If seen on his main planet, one would most likely describe him as an unremarkable man. Whose only identifying feature would be his piercing eyes.
Personality: Extremely dedicated to the cause, Silvanus cannot willingly let himself abandon a fellow brother in the midsts of battle no matter what the conditions are. Although many would find this kind of action to be impulsive and rash, Silvanus is convinced that in times of need the Emperor would protect him while enacting his sacred duties. Outside of combat Silvanus doesn't initiate conversations much, but in reality, when asked about his opinion it turns out that he has quite a lot to say about life and how the Emperor has a role in it. His conviction in the emperor is so strong some marines believe that he may have been better suited to become a Chaplin rather than an apothecary. When it comes to his work Silvanus is quite informed about medical workings, as well as it's implementation. He treats medical work similar to how one treats religion, everything must be done perfectly without error with faith in his own abilities.
Equipment:
Mastercrafted Bolt Pistol
Silvanus wields an exceptionally crafted Bolt Pistol with his left arm, although aged with use, it's still exceptionally well taken care of.
Medi-pak/ Narthecium
consists of a medical field kit including anti-venoms, stim-packs and healing agents. The associated Reductor is a tool for retrieving the Progenoid organs from the body of a fallen Marine.
Frag Gernades
Standard Battle-Brother Equipment
- Personal Dataslate
- Position Marking Vox Beacon
- ChemLights
- Combat Rations
- Armour Repair Cement and Vac-Sealent
- FlexSteel Cord (100 ft) w/ Arrestor Gear and Mag-Grapple
- Grenade Dispenser
* 4x Frag
* 4x Krak
- Ammunition Dispenser
* 6x Drum Magazines
History:
Inducted at an early age from a Hive city, Silvanus's history of becoming an apothecary was not well documented. But nonetheless it was well known that he served as a scout for many years within his chapter. An interesting side note was his religious background. Even at a young age Silvanus wholly believed in the emperor's divinity as a god as was custom for those from his planet. This ideal was firmly entrenched in his pre-teen years before his indoctrination. But going through the process of becoming a space marine the company Chaplin told him of how they give praise to the emperor not as a god but as their father. As confounding as this conundrum was to Silvanus he chose to view the Emperor as a father figure as guided by the company Chaplain, but perhaps this was also the reason of why he never opted to become a Chaplin himself despite his piety.
Before becoming an apothecary Silvanus was a relatively well off scout. While not able to take sniper duty he was almost always a stable choice for scouting duty. Showing no particular affinity for any role Silvanus seemed to be well rounded without any specialization. Despite his piety he never pushed to become a Chaplin and his only other skill worthy of note was his effectiveness at using Narthecium upon himself during the several times he was injured as a scout. Perhaps signs to his superiors of his potential at medical work. With no indication of any other specialty he was eventually granted the role of Apothecary as more of an experiment by his superiors to see if he would have any other role rather than scout and tactical marine. Displaying an unnatural affinity for his role, performing textbook examples in the midst of battle yet adaptable enough to compensate for changing conditions, it seemed that Silvanus's had found his specialization through a combination of luck and skill.
As an Apothecary his most notable accomplishment was during the 3rd Armageddon War where he was sent to help support reinforcements of the Angels Porphry chapter at Gate X of the Ghattana Bay. As opposed to gate IX which was a vehicle heavy battle, gate X was a troop heavy fight battle, with 2 companies out of the 9 contributed by the Omega marines involved. It was estimated that Silvanus healed the wounds of over 20 marines during that battle and extracted at least 5 glands to be returned to the chapter.
During the same battle Silvanus and several marines were assaulted by waves upon waves of Orks and pinned. As the battle waged on, a squad of Killer Khans approached. Even though his orders were to fall back with his brothers, instead Silvanus rushed ahead to rescue a downed marine granting him the emperor's blessing with a carnifex rather than let his soul go forfeit to orks. But this courage came with a price, as a Killer Khan managed to sever one of his legs by the knee cap enough to severely hinder his movement but not enough to be a fatal blow. Fighting on, he soon found reinforcements had arrived just in time to save him, but bionics had to be put in place to compensate for his now tattered leg..
Sample
Shall I be granted the Emperor's peace? A question asked during the midsts of battle, Silvanus was still thinking about it. No matter how many times he observed that honor it never bothered him, that a marine had died and he was the one who had killed him personally. It was a blessing by the Emperor to end pain and bring life anew through recovered glands, yet there were those who are denied to the Emperor's peace and are instead encased in new tombs to continue fighting for the emperor. Was that a blessing or a curse? Another question Silvanus couldn't answer, or perhaps he simply wished not to answer, instead focusing more on the situation at hand. Strapped into the cold uncaring seat of a drop pod burning in orbit Salvanus only paid a passing interest to the orders being delivered through his vox-com. Opting instead to take his precious time sorting though his thoughts.
He could still smell the piercing acid stench of that planet, was he still a scout? no... he had moved beyond that stage of his life. He was an Apothecary now, yet even then he still had the same question asked, "Shall I be granted the Emperor's Peace?" A question he had yet t answer. His company had recently been moved in to oppose an Ork force trying to overtake an important strategic point. The hot rays of the sun beating down on his back, the crumbling tan ground giving way beneath his feet. This was a dead planet, yet marine blood had to be spilled in its defense. Emperor Bless them. The rush of adrenaline filled Silvanus's senses, as the images of fallen marines began to appear, slaughtered by orks. The image of himself standing defiant upon a heap of mangled ork corpses stood prevalent in motion. One by one the shots of his bolt pistol cracked through several Ork heads emitting strong sprays of murky black blood in every direction. Afterwards he attempted to attend to some of his fallen brothers. Some were easily saved as the medicines needed were applied instantly, others though... Silvanus knew that some marines were beyond his care and knew that they had to live on through their devoted glands lest it be wasted. The Emperor's Peace. Yet they always asked him the same question, to which he always responded to himself, The Emperor shall guide their way. But when they reached their destination would their father be there to greet them? He could never bring himself to say anything other than, " May the Emperor grant you mercy brother", through trembling lips and metal helmet... hands griped tight he pulled out his carnifex, how it glistened in the sun... placed to the marine's head and quickly pulled, the spring loaded pistol pierces the helmet with the same *clink* as always... the way a marine goes out in honor.
It was Quite more clean than what he had to do next...
Recover the fallen marine's gland to create another brother...
His reductor began to give off an all too familiar hiss, before...
...
The harshness of reality soon came back to Silbanus for now wasn't the time for reflection, they had almost landed on the surface of this new planet. Apothecaries didn't have think to reflect in combat, the future of one's chapter rested in their hands and Silvanus knew it. He embraced that concept, for it was what he was, a Shepard for the Emperor guiding those seeking and redeeming those lost...
The Vox-Com attached to his white battered helmet crackled, " Contact!"
The pod began to shake violently yet it didn't disturb Silvanus. He had gotten used to the feeling, much like how he was used to who he was and his role as a Space Marine.
Silvanus thought to himself carefully and whispered aloud, " May the Emperor grant me peace, when the time comes for me to leave my brothers." With that statement there was a sharp movement causing Silvanus to lower his head slightly like in a prayer.
The Drop Pod had made Landfall...
An Apothecary would surely be needed in the coming fight
Age: 192
Designation:Omega Marines, 4th Company, Apothecary
Height: 7 feet 4
Hair Color: Brown
Physical Description: Silvanus constantly wears his white apothecary armor that sport heavy markings from use in battle. A Prime Helix icon dashed in bright red can be seen on his left shoulder pad, while a similar marking sporting a bleach white skull can be seen on his right shoulder pad. His right arm stands out with a reductor taking a large amount of space, Silvanus also has a bionic left leg replaced from a battle long ago. Outside of his armor Silvanus is considered to be on the rather small side with a smaller frame than the rest of his brothers but in the greater picture it is not overly noticeable. He has Oak brown hair in a military crew cut fashion and also has brown eyes, but unlike his hair the color and hue resembles a beaten copper metal more than any type of dark wood. Silvanus's skin has an overly bronzed by the sun complexion which would surprise many due to the rarity of being seen outside his armor. He also sports a chiseled squared off chin, a round button like nose, flat lips, and arching eyebrows. If seen on his main planet, one would most likely describe him as an unremarkable man. Whose only identifying feature would be his piercing eyes.
Personality: Extremely dedicated to the cause, Silvanus cannot willingly let himself abandon a fellow brother in the midsts of battle no matter what the conditions are. Although many would find this kind of action to be impulsive and rash, Silvanus is convinced that in times of need the Emperor would protect him while enacting his sacred duties. Outside of combat Silvanus doesn't initiate conversations much, but in reality, when asked about his opinion it turns out that he has quite a lot to say about life and how the Emperor has a role in it. His conviction in the emperor is so strong some marines believe that he may have been better suited to become a Chaplin rather than an apothecary. When it comes to his work Silvanus is quite informed about medical workings, as well as it's implementation. He treats medical work similar to how one treats religion, everything must be done perfectly without error with faith in his own abilities.
Equipment:
Mastercrafted Bolt Pistol
Silvanus wields an exceptionally crafted Bolt Pistol with his left arm, although aged with use, it's still exceptionally well taken care of.
Medi-pak/ Narthecium
consists of a medical field kit including anti-venoms, stim-packs and healing agents. The associated Reductor is a tool for retrieving the Progenoid organs from the body of a fallen Marine.
Frag Gernades
Standard Battle-Brother Equipment
- Personal Dataslate
- Position Marking Vox Beacon
- ChemLights
- Combat Rations
- Armour Repair Cement and Vac-Sealent
- FlexSteel Cord (100 ft) w/ Arrestor Gear and Mag-Grapple
- Grenade Dispenser
* 4x Frag
* 4x Krak
- Ammunition Dispenser
* 6x Drum Magazines
History:
Inducted at an early age from a Hive city, Silvanus's history of becoming an apothecary was not well documented. But nonetheless it was well known that he served as a scout for many years within his chapter. An interesting side note was his religious background. Even at a young age Silvanus wholly believed in the emperor's divinity as a god as was custom for those from his planet. This ideal was firmly entrenched in his pre-teen years before his indoctrination. But going through the process of becoming a space marine the company Chaplin told him of how they give praise to the emperor not as a god but as their father. As confounding as this conundrum was to Silvanus he chose to view the Emperor as a father figure as guided by the company Chaplain, but perhaps this was also the reason of why he never opted to become a Chaplin himself despite his piety.
Before becoming an apothecary Silvanus was a relatively well off scout. While not able to take sniper duty he was almost always a stable choice for scouting duty. Showing no particular affinity for any role Silvanus seemed to be well rounded without any specialization. Despite his piety he never pushed to become a Chaplin and his only other skill worthy of note was his effectiveness at using Narthecium upon himself during the several times he was injured as a scout. Perhaps signs to his superiors of his potential at medical work. With no indication of any other specialty he was eventually granted the role of Apothecary as more of an experiment by his superiors to see if he would have any other role rather than scout and tactical marine. Displaying an unnatural affinity for his role, performing textbook examples in the midst of battle yet adaptable enough to compensate for changing conditions, it seemed that Silvanus's had found his specialization through a combination of luck and skill.
As an Apothecary his most notable accomplishment was during the 3rd Armageddon War where he was sent to help support reinforcements of the Angels Porphry chapter at Gate X of the Ghattana Bay. As opposed to gate IX which was a vehicle heavy battle, gate X was a troop heavy fight battle, with 2 companies out of the 9 contributed by the Omega marines involved. It was estimated that Silvanus healed the wounds of over 20 marines during that battle and extracted at least 5 glands to be returned to the chapter.
During the same battle Silvanus and several marines were assaulted by waves upon waves of Orks and pinned. As the battle waged on, a squad of Killer Khans approached. Even though his orders were to fall back with his brothers, instead Silvanus rushed ahead to rescue a downed marine granting him the emperor's blessing with a carnifex rather than let his soul go forfeit to orks. But this courage came with a price, as a Killer Khan managed to sever one of his legs by the knee cap enough to severely hinder his movement but not enough to be a fatal blow. Fighting on, he soon found reinforcements had arrived just in time to save him, but bionics had to be put in place to compensate for his now tattered leg..
Sample
Shall I be granted the Emperor's peace? A question asked during the midsts of battle, Silvanus was still thinking about it. No matter how many times he observed that honor it never bothered him, that a marine had died and he was the one who had killed him personally. It was a blessing by the Emperor to end pain and bring life anew through recovered glands, yet there were those who are denied to the Emperor's peace and are instead encased in new tombs to continue fighting for the emperor. Was that a blessing or a curse? Another question Silvanus couldn't answer, or perhaps he simply wished not to answer, instead focusing more on the situation at hand. Strapped into the cold uncaring seat of a drop pod burning in orbit Salvanus only paid a passing interest to the orders being delivered through his vox-com. Opting instead to take his precious time sorting though his thoughts.
He could still smell the piercing acid stench of that planet, was he still a scout? no... he had moved beyond that stage of his life. He was an Apothecary now, yet even then he still had the same question asked, "Shall I be granted the Emperor's Peace?" A question he had yet t answer. His company had recently been moved in to oppose an Ork force trying to overtake an important strategic point. The hot rays of the sun beating down on his back, the crumbling tan ground giving way beneath his feet. This was a dead planet, yet marine blood had to be spilled in its defense. Emperor Bless them. The rush of adrenaline filled Silvanus's senses, as the images of fallen marines began to appear, slaughtered by orks. The image of himself standing defiant upon a heap of mangled ork corpses stood prevalent in motion. One by one the shots of his bolt pistol cracked through several Ork heads emitting strong sprays of murky black blood in every direction. Afterwards he attempted to attend to some of his fallen brothers. Some were easily saved as the medicines needed were applied instantly, others though... Silvanus knew that some marines were beyond his care and knew that they had to live on through their devoted glands lest it be wasted. The Emperor's Peace. Yet they always asked him the same question, to which he always responded to himself, The Emperor shall guide their way. But when they reached their destination would their father be there to greet them? He could never bring himself to say anything other than, " May the Emperor grant you mercy brother", through trembling lips and metal helmet... hands griped tight he pulled out his carnifex, how it glistened in the sun... placed to the marine's head and quickly pulled, the spring loaded pistol pierces the helmet with the same *clink* as always... the way a marine goes out in honor.
It was Quite more clean than what he had to do next...
Recover the fallen marine's gland to create another brother...
His reductor began to give off an all too familiar hiss, before...
...
The harshness of reality soon came back to Silbanus for now wasn't the time for reflection, they had almost landed on the surface of this new planet. Apothecaries didn't have think to reflect in combat, the future of one's chapter rested in their hands and Silvanus knew it. He embraced that concept, for it was what he was, a Shepard for the Emperor guiding those seeking and redeeming those lost...
The Vox-Com attached to his white battered helmet crackled, " Contact!"
The pod began to shake violently yet it didn't disturb Silvanus. He had gotten used to the feeling, much like how he was used to who he was and his role as a Space Marine.
Silvanus thought to himself carefully and whispered aloud, " May the Emperor grant me peace, when the time comes for me to leave my brothers." With that statement there was a sharp movement causing Silvanus to lower his head slightly like in a prayer.
The Drop Pod had made Landfall...
An Apothecary would surely be needed in the coming fight
