Character Applications

Name: Master Sergeant Tertius Cato

Titles: "The Final Benediction" "Son of Alpharius"

Age: Unknown (only Tertius truly knows)

Physical Attributes: Standing rather short for a Space Marine, he stands at 6'9". His slender build is easily hidden by the Xenoskin cape that hangs form his pauldrons. His armor is aged, dating well back to the Golden Age of Humanity. The original Alpha Legion "A" is
still emblazoned on his chest plate and helmet. His armor, though scarred and old- is still very well maintained. It has obviously been taken care of in its long life. Underneath his helmet- though that is rarely seen, his skin is pale. His eyes shimmer a light blue and seem to... shift. Not in color, but in intensity. Sometimes cloudy sometimes clear. He has no hair, simply a bald head with several rusting service studs embedded in his forehead.

Place of Origin: Mirin Primus. An ancient hive world, now barren.

Organization/Affiliation: Alpha Legion. Though he is believed to be chaos, he and his marines have been known to help Guardsmen against Xenos and against other forces of chaos...

Personality: Headstrong and difficult to manage, MSG Tertius Cato is always willing to fight... under the right circumstances. He is a master of tact and subterfuge- capable of distracting and misleading battalion sized elements with relative ease. He cares deeply for the soldiers in his command, and though he prefers a witty form of leadership- he is not afraid to act should the situation require a more... stern approach.

Weapon/tool of choice: Armed with Pre-Heresy Bolt pistols and a Power Fist, as well as grenades and an old- seemingly unused bolter strapped to his back.

Goals (if any): Tertius' goals are his alone- and while he operates under the guise of random accidents and coincidence, his actions are guided by a greater plan.

A RP sample of the character: Tertius stood from the fallen log and looked about. The brass from spent ammunition still littered the ground and smoked- covering the thick grass in a gunpowder scented fog. He lifted a casing and inspected it, not at all shocked by what he found. The casing was old and rusted, a few odd carvings on the side.

"Orks." He said quietly. He'd been tracking them as they made their way across the planet in search of... something. He tossed the casing behind him and stepped off in their direction.

It wasn't long until he came upon them in a small glen and crawling through the grass toward him, he observed.

"Oi! Quit dis muckin' aboot!" The Nob shouted, slapping a boy across the face with the barrel of his weapon. Tartius smiled to himself behind his helmet. This would be fun. He looked out across the clearing to the small reflecting light that caught his eye. It was Plato. The polished side of his bolter made an excellent spur the moment communicator- especially in areas where voice comms were limited.

He was in position.

Tertius slid over the small hill and quietly made his way behind the group of arguing green skins, reclining in the grass as if he wasn't out of place at all. He place his weapon on his knee as the large fingers of his power fist drummed the ground.

"I hate to interrupt, friends- but might I ask where you're headed to?" He asked frankly, not moving from his spot.

A young boy whipped around and his jaw dropped, pointing his choppa at the human. "Oi! Looka dis git." He stammered, obviously shaken by the sudden appearance.

"Well, Looka dis boyz! We gots a space marine!" The nob said in response, turning and facing the Sergeant.

"Ah, right you are, my green skinned chum. But I am no ordinary space marine. You see I am a special marine. Ever heard of us?" He asked, getting to his feet. The boyz and Nob looked to one another before turning back to him, faces twisted in confusion.

"Aye we have... but uh... why don't you tell us what it is so's that we knowz you aint lyin."

"Well friends, a special marine can do... this." Tertius pointed his left hand at a nearby boy and cocking his thumb back like the bolt of a pistol he simply said, "bang" and his head exploded. Panic shot through the boyz as they scattered for cover, unaware of Plato on the opposite hill. Tertius smiled and jumped into a small hole, powerfist whirring and sparking into action as he drew his bolt pistol.

"Did ya seez dat boz! Dat marine iz speshul!" a random boy shouted, quivering in his boots.

Tertius stood and brought his pistol up and as soon as the first round was loosed- his attitude shifted. There were no more jokes, no more wit, only a ruthless machine made to kill. His eyes narrowed with brutal intent as round after round met their mark on xeno flesh. Plato followed his lead and let loose with a barrage of fire, catching the greenskins in a crossfire where cover was of no use.

Just as Tertius thought the battle had ended his helmet was knocked from his skull with the swing of an axe. The Nob was swinging wildly and ferociously, shouting incomprehensible insults and slurs. Locked in too close combat for Plato to be of use, Tertius slung his pistol and clenched his fist. Bringing his left hand up onto the chin of the creature he bobbed back, shifting his feet back and forth. "Come on, you got me once- hit me again." Tertius enjoyed hand to hand combat almost too much, smiling wide as he glared at the worthy opponent.

The Nob brought his axe back down toward him, screaming and roaring as it crashed into the ground. Tertius lifted a foot and kicked the side of his face in- sending the nob rolling.

Everything went quiet but the gasps of pain from the Nob. He had most likely lost an eye from the force of the blow and Tertius whistled and danced his way over to the dying ork. Finally arriving at the bloody mess, Tertius stood on his chest as it gasped. "Oh don't be such a child." He commanded. "You're putting your comrades to shame! Look around you, they all enjoyed glorious death."

The ork spit on the ground and panted, struggling to speak. "Don't make fun o' me hoomie. You can take your Khay-oss and-" The ork's words were cut short. Tertius brought his helmet down onto the nose of the beast and caved his face in. Still screaming in pain Tertius continued, singing an old song form his youth; "I'm forever blowing bubbles! Pretty bubbles in the air! They fly so high, they reach the sky!" And by the end of the first verse, the ork's head was gone. Tertius chuckled to himself and wiped his helmet off before jumping down from the body.

"Plato- Good shooting."

And with that Tertius sat down and took a nap.