Name: Vandil Isleifsson
Nicknames: Steel Fang, Vandal
Age: 43
Follower of?: Undivided
Psyker?: Negative
Psyker Powers: Nothing here, boss.
Weapons/Equipment:
- Lucius pattern Mk 22c Shotgun
- Paired Axes (From Guard Days)
- Flak Armor (From Guard Days)
- Ripper Pistol
Followers/Group: Head Enforcer for Blood Guzzlers Gang
Appearance:
Personality: Vandal, as most folks who know him tend to prefer calling him along with Steel Fang, tends to be a rather level headed person, which often comes as surprising for those who see him. He will take the time to plan out a move or hit on a rival gang, something that is foreign to most gangers, and a hold over from his years as a Guard Sergeant. Of course, for all his level headed planning outside a fight, he throws all that to the wind when the fight starts. Often brandishing his trademark twin axes, axe and pistol or even shotgun as he advances, viciously opening fire and cleaving through the poor sods he is tasked against, otherwise returning to his normally taciturn ways, showing no ambition of rising further than already elevated. Of course, considering his nicknames come from his twin axe style of fighting, and the gratuitous amounts of collateral damage his arrival foretells, whether his off combat is his real self or not is up for debate.
History: Vandal doesn't talk about his past to anyone, not even to his boss, at all. He wasn't born on Maedon or even the system the world and its twin resided in. No, where he was born, Vandal doesn't remember the planets name or refuses to, but it was a bitterly cold place that provided its tithe in manpower. He was a particularly vicious fighter within the regiment he was raised along with, assigned as a Sergeant for his own platoon. They would fight bravely for the Imperium and its God Emperor for quite a few years, and often times the fields of battle were rarely anything notable. From Orks and heretics to even having had the misfortune of meeting the forces of raw Chaos, daemons, and their Chaos Marine allies. The seeds of treachery and betrayal were planted during these battles, seeds that would blossom after the regiment passed its purity checks.
Vandal and his boys were thrown into the meatgrinder on some death world's trenches, expected to buy a scant few inches with the regiments lives, the commander a cruel, callous man that cared little for anything other than results. The relatively lightly armored regiment wouldn't last a year in those trenches, and they suffered heavy losses early on. Vandal had no intention on fighting, bleeding, and even dying for an Imperium that couldn't be bothered to even pretend to spend its manpower wisely, and under the pretense of helping 'offload' incoming cargo, vanished.
The man was in his mid thirties when he found himself upon Maedon, a planet foreign and utterly boring to Vandal on the surface. But he had next to no funds, the only gear left from his time with the Guard was his flak armor, incomplete as it was, and his twin axes. It would be those axes that he would forge his reputation as the Steel Fang, flying into a fight with twin axes flashing, carving a bloody path through the ranks of any that opposed in in a street brawl, even bringing down enforcers and the odd Arbites. He got the attention of the Blood Guzzlers, and while he cared little for their traditions and goals, they were strong and paid well. So he swore his loyalty to them, rising through their ranks, using his past experience as a Guard Sergeant to organize each hit, each raid, to military precision. Even as head enforcer, Vandal wasn't overly concerned with the grand plans going on. He was doing well for himself, far better than the Guard, and had far better ways of spending his off time. He was perfectly content where he was, but for the future, well, it is always uncertain.
Other: Vandal has the training to use most weapons Guardsmen might use, even if he doesn't have access to them right now.
Nicknames: Steel Fang, Vandal
Age: 43
Follower of?: Undivided
Psyker?: Negative
Psyker Powers: Nothing here, boss.
Weapons/Equipment:
- Lucius pattern Mk 22c Shotgun
- Paired Axes (From Guard Days)
- Flak Armor (From Guard Days)
- Ripper Pistol
Followers/Group: Head Enforcer for Blood Guzzlers Gang
Appearance:
Personality: Vandal, as most folks who know him tend to prefer calling him along with Steel Fang, tends to be a rather level headed person, which often comes as surprising for those who see him. He will take the time to plan out a move or hit on a rival gang, something that is foreign to most gangers, and a hold over from his years as a Guard Sergeant. Of course, for all his level headed planning outside a fight, he throws all that to the wind when the fight starts. Often brandishing his trademark twin axes, axe and pistol or even shotgun as he advances, viciously opening fire and cleaving through the poor sods he is tasked against, otherwise returning to his normally taciturn ways, showing no ambition of rising further than already elevated. Of course, considering his nicknames come from his twin axe style of fighting, and the gratuitous amounts of collateral damage his arrival foretells, whether his off combat is his real self or not is up for debate.
History: Vandal doesn't talk about his past to anyone, not even to his boss, at all. He wasn't born on Maedon or even the system the world and its twin resided in. No, where he was born, Vandal doesn't remember the planets name or refuses to, but it was a bitterly cold place that provided its tithe in manpower. He was a particularly vicious fighter within the regiment he was raised along with, assigned as a Sergeant for his own platoon. They would fight bravely for the Imperium and its God Emperor for quite a few years, and often times the fields of battle were rarely anything notable. From Orks and heretics to even having had the misfortune of meeting the forces of raw Chaos, daemons, and their Chaos Marine allies. The seeds of treachery and betrayal were planted during these battles, seeds that would blossom after the regiment passed its purity checks.
Vandal and his boys were thrown into the meatgrinder on some death world's trenches, expected to buy a scant few inches with the regiments lives, the commander a cruel, callous man that cared little for anything other than results. The relatively lightly armored regiment wouldn't last a year in those trenches, and they suffered heavy losses early on. Vandal had no intention on fighting, bleeding, and even dying for an Imperium that couldn't be bothered to even pretend to spend its manpower wisely, and under the pretense of helping 'offload' incoming cargo, vanished.
The man was in his mid thirties when he found himself upon Maedon, a planet foreign and utterly boring to Vandal on the surface. But he had next to no funds, the only gear left from his time with the Guard was his flak armor, incomplete as it was, and his twin axes. It would be those axes that he would forge his reputation as the Steel Fang, flying into a fight with twin axes flashing, carving a bloody path through the ranks of any that opposed in in a street brawl, even bringing down enforcers and the odd Arbites. He got the attention of the Blood Guzzlers, and while he cared little for their traditions and goals, they were strong and paid well. So he swore his loyalty to them, rising through their ranks, using his past experience as a Guard Sergeant to organize each hit, each raid, to military precision. Even as head enforcer, Vandal wasn't overly concerned with the grand plans going on. He was doing well for himself, far better than the Guard, and had far better ways of spending his off time. He was perfectly content where he was, but for the future, well, it is always uncertain.
Other: Vandal has the training to use most weapons Guardsmen might use, even if he doesn't have access to them right now.