Minorass's alter egos

[Minorass]

Well sofar I only have one that I've managed to find, more will come along though and in the meanwhile Gillie eagerly awaits approval. I intend to expand upon my bios as I RP with these characters, currently only one yes but every journey starts with a single step.
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Name:Guilliman 'Gillie' Boggans

Home Planet: Ornsworld

Race: Ratling

Age: 32

Class/Rank: Sniper, cook, coloured Sergeant

Equipment: Standard pattern flak armour, urban-camo fatigues and cap, vox-bead headset, 3 frag grenades, 2 krak grenade, standard issue rebreather (2 spare oxygen tanks included), psykana mercy blade (one of the many objects that he took a liking too and 'borrowed'), Sniper pattern las-gun 'Long-las' with various kill markings etched across it, 7 hot-shot las round magazines, 15 Khayer addin las-magazines (essentially miniature hot shots), and 8 low-volt las-magazines (usable with either his pistol or long-las) ornately decorated khayer addin las-pistol (from a commisar who gave him and his squad lip a while back, the man has yet to realize the one in his holster is little more than a cheaply made replacement), various articles of contraband (lho-sticks, pornography, and various cookery paraphernalia),a heavy pack full of kit upkeep equipment and some first aid supplies. Oh and finally he has a copy of the ‘Infantry Man's Uplifting Primer’ on him... a.k.a Toilet paper.

Appearance: Gillie stands around 4'3" and is of a sleek build, muscles designed for speed and agility rather than any kind of strength, better than the rotund norm of his race either way you take it. His face is gruff and weather beaten, numerous scars of narrow misses dotting across his face, and lastly it’s framed by short cropped hazel hair. Somehow it always seems to be cracking a humorous grin, aquamarine eyes always glittering with some form of mischief. The deep green flak armour he wears is damaged and just as beaten as his face, he refuses to have it repaired as a point of honour (he earned the medallion crimson on his cap for a reason), hanging off it in loose loops are his las-magazines and grenades. The mercy blade is a simple deep blue dagger engraved with prayers of protection and mercy in gold, in the field he usually dulls down its shine with ash, lest is give him away. The pistol is a black affair with deep silver engravings in high gothic ('Justice is swift and merciless'), its highly polished (smeared with ash in the field just like his blade) and well kept. His long-las is a relatively simple affair, sleek black with a few parts of bare steel showing. The scope along its sights boasts night and heat vision filters. Across it's surface several gun metal grey skulls are stamped (He used to get new ones added after each head shot he achived in action, but he’s lost count). It measures about 4 inches above his height and of course isn't exempt from the ash treatment..

Personality: Chip and cheerful, no matter how dire a situation gets he almost always bears it with a smile and prayer, to the emperor of course. He is beloved by his squad and is easy to warm to, with his good sense of humour, lax attitude, and very good cookery skills (often he doesn’t get to show off the latter). Gillie is actually very brave for a Ratling, he has never run away from a fight unless under the strictest of orders to do so... Even braving the horror of direct close combat with an ork mob, and coming out with minimal losses (albeit thanks to the quick intervention of some Ogryns). This bravery is what got him squad command in the first place. Sadly he suffers from flaws that most of his diminutive race have; He delights in gambling, stealing, defying superiors off the battlefield, and of course acquiring and selling contraband material (Data-slates with pornography, miniature stereos and radios, etc.)… The numerous threats of discipline from Commissars never stop him, let alone discourage him.


Breif Bio/Important/Fun Fluff-type info: Well you may have to dig that out of him, he deosn't like to talk about his service much. Common knowledge is that he served in the most recent incident in Armageddon and distinguished himself in his role of squad command, leading his squad through every crisis and making them all fight despite their desire to run, a small miracle in and of itself. He and his squad are never too long in the same regiment, constantly going to where some sniper firepower is needed. Other than that the only thing known about him amongst the guard is that he and his squad have several services and contraband to offer for anyone willing to pay enough thrones for em.

Text colour:“’ello guv, w’at can I do ya for?”