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Name: Abbott, David

Age: 37

Rank: Private

Appearance:
5'7 tall, stocky muscular build. Grey, buzzcut hair. Coarse facial features. Slightly flattened, crooked nose. Blue eyes. Multiple tattoos across body, especially on arms and chest. Most notable of these are the insigniae of the various units he's been in over the years, tattooed on his upper right arm, the oldest at the shoulder, descending in chronological order. Arms are adorned with scars. There are also several on his chest, and a section of his left earlobe is missing. Left leg is prosthetic below the knee (A small knife is concealed inside.). All in all, Abbott is as scruffy as one can get without an officer giving one gip for it.

Personality: Avaricious, slothful, violent, alcoholic, crude, smelly, ugsome- all of these adjectives describe him perfectly. He couldn't care less about the Empire, or the revolters for that matter. One thing he does care about, though, is his unit. Over the years, they've become like a family to him and, despite not liking some of them, would stick with them to the death. He often helps new recruits, giving them tips on how to do things right. Not one to freely admit such feelings, he usually hides them, saying he helps the newbies 'so they don't make us look bad when they f*** up.' Of course, this bond doesn't stop him using the loaded dice whenever he feels he can get away with it...

Abilities: Despite being a total git, Abbott is a damn effective fighter. He uses an axe as well as the standard sword. If it weren't for that, chances are he'd have gone the way of the dodo years ago, most likely in an alley or bar somewhere. his high tolerance for pain is a plus, too.

History:
Dave Abbott grew up in the back streets of the capital city of one of the more backwater planets in the Empire. He got into crime at a very early age, stealing before he'd even hit double figures. Theft, vandalism, muggings, robberies, by the time he was in his late teens he was a regular hood. It was a right laugh! Of course, living such a lifestyle in such an area meant that he rarely went more than a few days without a fight, but hey. He could take 'em. In Dave's opinion, his life was a good one, until one day he mugged some rich-looking goit. The smeghead was tougher than he looked though, knew some fancy martial arts or something. He got dave in a lock and pinned him until the cops arrived. dave was arrested, put on trial and offered the choice between prison and military service. He opted for the second, planning to simply desert and go back home. He never quite managed to though, as he grew accustomed to military life, saw the world, realised how crappy his old life had really been, etc, etc. He actually found himself enjoying life as a marine. When his sentenced term was up, he reenlisted and continued serving the Empire to the 'best' of his abilities (Read: Skiving off whenever possible, drinking and hooking up with any available females). The years passed. The unrest fermented. The Emperor died. The rebellion began. A year later, while assaulting a BO stronghold, he stepped on an AP mine and blew half his leg off. Careless bugger. The stronghold was taken, Abbott was medivacced and, in exchange for his missing limb, was given a shiny new prosthetic. Five years later, he no longer even has a limp, having worked tirelessly to master his new appendage.