Name: Nathanael Cotant
Gender: Male
Role: Tempestus Scion (Storm Trooper)
Demeanour: Indoctrinated at a young age, Nathan’s driving motivation is undying service to the Emperor and his superiors, with a certain underlying pride and honor. This pride often shows, his tangents of the Emperor’s goodwill are a staple of his speech when given downtime. It is a matter of honor for him to defend these statements. But make no mistake, he is cold and calculating, and will not pass up the chance to defeat an enemy while they’re down, a lesson taught in his years as a Progena.
Specialty: Asymmetrical Tactics & Maneuvers
Rank: Tempestor Corporal
Description: Standing at a respectable 5’10” and weighing in at a stocky 162 lbs, Nathan is well-built, the regimen which was ingrained into him by the Drill Abbots keeping him fit. He has sandy blonde hair kept into a neat high-and-tight buzzcut, and an utter absence of facial hair as a result of grooming standards imposed. His eyes are a dull blue.
Upon his person he wears at the most basic the crimson fatigue jumpsuit, the staple of the Inquisitorial Storm Troopers, with a distinct lack of markings that normally would adorn such a uniform, with only the two stripes in a upward-facing chevron stitched on its left shoulder. Additionally, he wears only the standard steel-toed combat boots upon his feet, keeping accessories to the minimum.
His armor consists of the standard carapace set. Alloyed of armaplas and ceramite, stenciled in a dull greyish-black, it is standard for every Storm Trooper to arm themselves with. The primary and most protective of the set is the chestplate, encompassing the entire upper torso. Secondary is that which protects the groin and shoulders, being the aptly named pelvic plates and pauldrons, respectively. Lastly is the helmet, perhaps being the most important of each piece. Curved around the cranium and extending to the nape of the neck, the helmet protects primarily from shrapnel, but can take limited abuse from other weaponry. The helmet, with its accessories, is padded with synthetic hide for comfort and equipped with top-of-the-line electronics, including a target acquisition eyepiece, low-light lenses (night vision), and a short-range vox-caster suite.
History: Born to a commoner family of Cadian descent, Nathan’s first years were spent knowing nothing of his own parents. As the same story for most Progena, his parents were dedicated soldiers, his father an infantry sergeant and his mother a litter-bearer, and true to the story of the Progena still, both perished on the battlefield before Nathan had reached the age of two. Inducted into the Schola Progenium the following year, his primary schooling and basic training began.
Rigorous and grueling, he bent and broke under the Drill Abbots, and much like his comrades, was built up into a fighting machine at the age of merely eleven. His course was decided in the months following. He had no psychic ability to be a psyker, nor the intimidation or aptitude to be a commissar or an arbites, and most definitely not the cunning to become an acolyte. His own skill was lent to his ferocity in battle. But it was not the Imperial Guard, nor the Imperial Navy, to see this. He instead was sponsored by the Inquisition.
Now dictated to be one of the elite Inquisitorial Storm Troopers, his secondary training began. The Drill Abbots now returned and were ever more cruel. Educated further in the tactical application of all equipment at his disposal, along with the maneuvers accompanying, Nathan was molded from a Progena, a blank slate, into a Tempestus Scion, a Storm Trooper.
Shipped off for service, a bureaucratic lull of a year saw him idle, bounced between fortresses and black ships before finally transferred. The Ordo Malleus had called upon him, and he was given a place on the retinue of Inquisitor Makram Gaetano.
Equipment:
Miscellaneous: N/A
Gender: Male
Role: Tempestus Scion (Storm Trooper)
Demeanour: Indoctrinated at a young age, Nathan’s driving motivation is undying service to the Emperor and his superiors, with a certain underlying pride and honor. This pride often shows, his tangents of the Emperor’s goodwill are a staple of his speech when given downtime. It is a matter of honor for him to defend these statements. But make no mistake, he is cold and calculating, and will not pass up the chance to defeat an enemy while they’re down, a lesson taught in his years as a Progena.
Specialty: Asymmetrical Tactics & Maneuvers
Rank: Tempestor Corporal
Description: Standing at a respectable 5’10” and weighing in at a stocky 162 lbs, Nathan is well-built, the regimen which was ingrained into him by the Drill Abbots keeping him fit. He has sandy blonde hair kept into a neat high-and-tight buzzcut, and an utter absence of facial hair as a result of grooming standards imposed. His eyes are a dull blue.
Upon his person he wears at the most basic the crimson fatigue jumpsuit, the staple of the Inquisitorial Storm Troopers, with a distinct lack of markings that normally would adorn such a uniform, with only the two stripes in a upward-facing chevron stitched on its left shoulder. Additionally, he wears only the standard steel-toed combat boots upon his feet, keeping accessories to the minimum.
His armor consists of the standard carapace set. Alloyed of armaplas and ceramite, stenciled in a dull greyish-black, it is standard for every Storm Trooper to arm themselves with. The primary and most protective of the set is the chestplate, encompassing the entire upper torso. Secondary is that which protects the groin and shoulders, being the aptly named pelvic plates and pauldrons, respectively. Lastly is the helmet, perhaps being the most important of each piece. Curved around the cranium and extending to the nape of the neck, the helmet protects primarily from shrapnel, but can take limited abuse from other weaponry. The helmet, with its accessories, is padded with synthetic hide for comfort and equipped with top-of-the-line electronics, including a target acquisition eyepiece, low-light lenses (night vision), and a short-range vox-caster suite.
History: Born to a commoner family of Cadian descent, Nathan’s first years were spent knowing nothing of his own parents. As the same story for most Progena, his parents were dedicated soldiers, his father an infantry sergeant and his mother a litter-bearer, and true to the story of the Progena still, both perished on the battlefield before Nathan had reached the age of two. Inducted into the Schola Progenium the following year, his primary schooling and basic training began.
Rigorous and grueling, he bent and broke under the Drill Abbots, and much like his comrades, was built up into a fighting machine at the age of merely eleven. His course was decided in the months following. He had no psychic ability to be a psyker, nor the intimidation or aptitude to be a commissar or an arbites, and most definitely not the cunning to become an acolyte. His own skill was lent to his ferocity in battle. But it was not the Imperial Guard, nor the Imperial Navy, to see this. He instead was sponsored by the Inquisition.
Now dictated to be one of the elite Inquisitorial Storm Troopers, his secondary training began. The Drill Abbots now returned and were ever more cruel. Educated further in the tactical application of all equipment at his disposal, along with the maneuvers accompanying, Nathan was molded from a Progena, a blank slate, into a Tempestus Scion, a Storm Trooper.
Shipped off for service, a bureaucratic lull of a year saw him idle, bounced between fortresses and black ships before finally transferred. The Ordo Malleus had called upon him, and he was given a place on the retinue of Inquisitor Makram Gaetano.
Equipment:
- Ryza-pattern Hot-Shot Lasgun (Hellgun)
- Cadia-pattern Hot-Shot Laspistol (Hellpistol)
- 15-kg Back-mounted powerpack
- Bayonet (10-inch clip-point)
- Fighting Knife (8-inch clip-point)
- Inquisition-issue fatigues
- Carapace Armor
- Rucksack
- Combat Rations (x7)
- Canteen
- 9-70 Entrenching Tool (E-Tool)
- Chemical Rebreather (Gas Mask)
- Holy Weapon Maintenance Kit
- Imperial Infantryman’s Uplifting Primer
- Any miscellaneous equipment I might’ve missed.
Miscellaneous: N/A
