(M)(alcolm Carmine)
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Age: 32
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Homeworld: Braxis
Sector: Alpha Quadrant
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Here's what I look like out of uniform...
Hair: Silver
Eyes: Blue
Height: 6'2''
Weight: 190lbs
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Class: Imperial Knight
Mod: He had a mod placed in his Adrenal Gland on his Kidneys, in order to regulate his flow of Epinephrine (also known as Adrenaline). Upon a command, the mod will allow a safe increase of adrenaline, to provide an extra-edge when the body is at it's limits. However, although it has been modified to reduce the 'backlash' of adrenaline bursts, he can still recieve headaches.
Implant: None
Skills: The Knights aren't known as very close brotherhood of Elite Warriors for no reason...he has been trained in different forms of combat, and his training has allowed him to perform feats beyond an above-average soldier.
Abilities: Like many of the Imperial Knights, Malcolm has the ability to understand politics. He also claims to have 'intuition'...which higher authorities just label as damn good luck.
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Weapons:
He carries around a dual set of tampered laser pistols, and his trademark weapon; a large prototype Gunsword, usually strapped to his back.
Armor: This is his 'uniform'. It was created to fit Malcolm specifically, due to his 'predicament'. It is heavily modified with increased protection, lightweight materials, and contains many storage compartments for hidden weapons and ammunition. On it's back, there is a 'clasp' which allows his trademark sword to be held in place.
Other items: Credit chip voucher card, small communicator linked to the military broadcast channel {locked to his voice only}. He also carries around a ring, held by a chain and is kept around his neck.
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Malcolm 'Mal' Carmine was a mere child when he first heard of Emperor Greiz. As a young boy, he heard rumors of the eternal guardian of all those who were pure of heart. Those were the days, when the child's imagination was constrained by nothing but his own ignorance. However, this ignorance died young. As Malcolm matured, he saw the world around him; a world which needed law and security to give ti order.
When he was in his final years of school, he took up a part-time job at one of the military workhouses. He was still a teenager when he caught his first glimpse of the Emperor's Imperial Knights. They had just arrived from a recent crusade to the outer-borders, to quell a rebellion. These were more than mere soldiers; these were heroes! Icons, who were looked up to by the ordinary cannon-fodder to give them hope that they would live long enough to see one in the flesh.
Inspired and awe-struck, he finished his school-year with determination, and enrolled into one of the local regiments. For years, he remained a soldier...until one cycle, when he was stationed with a small squad on Trade Station M-338B. They had been ordered to ensure the security of a package...only to be ambushed by rebels who managed to kill over half the squad. Through quick-thinking, strategic precision and whole lot of luck, Carmine managed to save the rest of his squad by trapping the rebels in the wreckage of an abandoned slum.
{{To be continued...}}
