23(I'm not sure on the age a cadet officially becomes a commissar)
Commissar or Guard:
Commissar(Theirs really only commissar and lord commissar)
-Weapon Skill: 7/10
-Ballistic Skill: 7/10
Bolt pistol, chainsword, commissar uniform, full body flak armour, reinforced fully covered gas mask, commissariat crimson sash worn around the waist, utility pelt with ammo pouches, spare clips for his bolt pistol, commissariat insignia, and of course the fancy hat.
Coming from a forge world, himself the only son of a tech-priest, was pushed into the shola progenium, his father shameful of the son he had produced, a true servant of the omnissiah never engaging in the pleasures of the flesh, and not wishing for him to create a stain on his career. Accepting any orphans left on their doorstep free of contamination, he was raised in the steel walls of one of the many great schools established on the planet, taught how to defend himself from the moment he could stand on his own with sure footing, and learnt how to interpret the written world from a young age. Soon enough he was assigned to the commissariat, not showing enough dedication to machines to be trained as a tech-priest, and lacking the courage and skill at special operations to be a storm trooper. From their on he was taught quite a few things about leadership, and by old commissars who'd been round the block more then twenty times. Sparring brought along with it the knowledge of hand-to-hand combat, along with toughening him up. On the shooting range his arms soon became strong enough to fire his bolt pistol one handed, learning how to take the immense recoil from each pull of the trigger, along with the art of putting a bullet between your foes eyes. His time their was fairly uneventful, until of course the chaos cult their made itself apparent. The ancient tech-priests their were in fact hereteks, performing their deeds in secret, and with themselves running all the tech still functional their, it was a simple task to keep their secrets unknown, and begin corrupting the schola from the inside. They were smart, defiantly, drawing others into their trap, only knowing their mistake before the door slams shut behind them, unknowingly converted to their causes as they planted override implants within their unconscious bodies, ready to be turned into radicals at a flick of a switch, all the while themselves thinking they just had a few too many drinks. With the ceremony of applauding the recently graduated commissars, while most were unarmed and in celebration, they flicked that switch. Chaos broke out as the implanted individuals were sent into a frenzy, charging at each other, bloodlust filling their minds, the hereteks taking out anyone who could pose a threat to them, and letting some survive to allow an appropriate scape goat. Vanhaulic had never really interacted with the techies populating the schola, his fathers abandonment of him giving him a streak of distaste for them, seeing them all preferring the possible praise of their 'machine god' then others lives. He just knew their was the emperor, and this machine god was not his concern. Being one of the first to be graduated, already in the crowd and armed with his chainsword and bolt pistol bestowed upon him in his graduation ceremony, the first thing he did when he saw his fellows start trying to rip each other apart was a rather sensible one of "get the frakk out". Running into the storm trooper cadets, already mobilizing to dal with the ensuing chaos, backed up by the sisters of battle initiates, he joined them as they went to clear the new threat, the arbites already on their way. In the end he survived as he stuck with the squad of storm troopers, leading from the back of course, providing moral support and the occasional bolt round to look like he was doing something, along with a few inspiring words to make him seem not a complete burden. Purging the schola, as one of the few loyal survivors still left, and recently graduated to, he was sent off to his first war front with the 199th cadians, landing with the other commissar recruits. Fighting against the tau, a xenos known to never harbour chaos and despise it, it was seen as a fitting assignment after his run in with the servants of chaos, hopefully letting him rinse himself of their corrupting existence. The reason for his gas mask was the smog that could come down, the huge factories churning out pillars of smoke, along with being the standard headgear issued with flak armour, and it also has the added effect of hiding his identity, though this will be a problem when the only other people wearing that pattern mask were commissars hailing from the same world...