Hello my fellow survivors, turns out you weren't the only ones to survive the crash and... aftermath. Jarrid gave me the go ahead for joining, so with any luck you'll be meeting Tol soon. Assuming I survive to get to you. Introductions first
Rank and Role: Armsman, Ship Security - Counter Boarding emphasis
Description: 6'10" tall. Bronze skin. Toned, muscular build. Brown eyes. Clean shaven save for a thick braid beginning at the center of his scalp and wrapped loosely around his shoulders. Multiple lash scars crisscross his back, seemingly freshly acquired.
Tol'Beor'Torey was born in the dirt of a backward and backwater feral world, a world long regressed to a almost viking age state, save for the advanced steels they still remember how to produce. He grew up in a land of warring kingdoms, constantly raiding each other to prove their valor to the Golden Warrior, King of Kings, whose skyships come to take the best warriors to battle amongst the stars.
As Tol matured into a capable warrior, a group of Ork pirates moved into the system, using the Moon above his home-world as their base of operation, and while they never bothered to strike the pitiful planet below, their actions did draw the attention of of the Imperial Navy. The captain sent, after losing thousands of security personnel in a number skirmishes with the orks, began drawing on the warriors below to replenish his forces, taking them with their original armaments in his desperation for supplies. Tol'Beor was one of warriors who joined, eager to prove his might in the Golden Warriors war.
Since then, Tol was shunted from orkish conflict, to basic training, to his current post on the Corsica, almost faster than he understood. His direct approach to problems, and lack of understanding of both the Navy Discipline and the Sacred Machines that surround him, have seen him fall from the good graces of the security officers (and earned him a few lashes to boot), but he still tries his best to serve the Corsica as best he can, ready to charge into battle at a moments notice, with his greatsword raised and his families traditional warcry on his lips.