About Captain Tristan CasmirreStatline/Current Status:
WS- 42 (52 in Frenzy)
Max Wounds- 12 (assume 11 generally due to flagellation)
Fate Points- 4
AP- 6 Corruption- 7
Skills:
Trained Skills- Barter (Fel)
Basic Skills- Awareness (Per)
Talents and Special Abilities:
Talents- Air of Authority
Special Abilities- Officer on Deck: Battlefleet characters are generally officers and as such they are used to giving orders and having those orders obeyed. All battlefleet characters gain a +5 bonus on Command tests while aboard any spacecraft. Void-Accustomed: Due to their strange and unnatural childhood, the void born are used to the vagaries of changing gravity. They are immune to space travel sickness. In addition, zero or low-gravity environments are not considered difficult terrain for void born characters. Ship-Bound Fighter: Living and training on a spacecraft is vastly different than living and training on the ground. Because of the close-in nature of ships, Battlefleet characters are unaccustomed to fighting in open spaces or on the 'dirtside' of planets. While they are on a planet they suffer a -2 penalty to initiative tests and double the ballistic skill penalty for firing weapons at long range or greater. These penalties do not apply when in a confined space. Gear:
Common Craftsmanship Ryza Plasma Pistol Class: Pistol
When fired in maximal mode, +10M to range, +1d10 damage, +2 Pen, uses 3 rounds of ammunition. Gain Recharge quality. Common Craftsmanship Mordian Power Sword Class: Melee
Best Craftsmanship Enforcer Light Carapace AP: 6 on all locations.
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Background & Description:
Appearance- Tristan Casmirre is a fairly tall, solidly built man with an impressive physique. He is always sharply dressed in fine clothing fit for a noble- which he wears a little baggy to conceal his light carapace armour from a casual observer. Tristan is approaching forty years of age but looks a little younger. His brown hair is kept short and well maintained, neatly cut every few days to keep it that way. He sports a well-trimmed moustache and beard and his mannerisms and smooth speech tell a clear story of an upbringing of wealth and the power sword and plasma pistol kept visible on his belt reinforce this while also warning those dealing with him to remain cautious and courteous. He keeps an upright posture almost all of the time and speaks with an iron air of authority that is not used to being challenged. Background- Tristan Casmirre was the fifth son of Constantine and Elizabeth Casmirre, head of the Casmirre Dynasty and his wife respectively. Growing up on a dynasty estate with his older brothers and sisters, he was the last child the pair bore. His early life was an easy one- as Casmirre children he and his siblings enjoyed the best of everything, enjoying a vaunted and decadent lifestyle more lavish than most of those in the Imperium could even imagine. They were all well educated but lacked one thing in particular- the presence of their parents. The Casmirre Dynasty was intricately involved with many different organisationsof the Imperium and their parents rarely had the time to visit. In his first twelve years of life, Tristan could only recall seeing his father on two occasions. Tristan watched as his elder siblings were all used as political tools by his father; with the exception of the eldest son who joined Constantine on his flagship as his heir. The Adeptus Mechanicus, the Imperial Guard, the Administratum, powerful planetary governors and nobles- Constantine always had a role for his offspring in a powerful organisation or a powerful man to marry his sisters to. Tristan did not resent his father for this; rather he had been taught to admire the political cunning and alliances his father cemented by tying such organisations to his Dynasty in such a personal manner. When his time finally came as the last sibling on the estate to be assigned, he waited eagerly for his appointment to the Ecclesiarchy. He had sent his father several messages over the past couple of years writing in detail his love for the Emperor and his fascination with the great teachings that shaped the entire Imperium. He declared that he would be ideal for his father to help improve relations with the Adeptus Ministorum; arguing that trust for Rogue Trader dynasties with the religious organisation was always difficult to maintain due to the Xenos and Heretical taint a Rogue Trader would sometimes encounter. He had also had some promising contact with pilgrims that had passed through and had made a positive impression on them, his master of the scriptures and prayers impressing them. His shock was total, when he was told via an Astropathic message that he would instead be enlisted into the Imperial Navy as an Officer, a "commission fitting for the fifth in line to inherit my legacy". In other words, his life was of little importance to his father and he cared little for his future. Tristan swore he would have nothing to do with his family or dynasty ever again on that day- and sent a message back to his father in a fit of rage saying as much. He kept that oath for over two decades, his wits, devotion to the Emperor, charm and keen talent for command led to him rising to the rank of Captain and commanding a frigate which frequently made sojourns into the Koronus Passage on patrol. He had not heard from his Dynasty in all that time, but was shocked when he received a message that his father, mother and all his siblings had perished in a xenos attack on Casmirre's Pride; a colony his family established and favoured as a holiday home. They had gathered to celebrate Constantine's latest achievement only for the planet to be unexpectedly swarmed by Orks- the planet ravaged and the dynasty's flagship destroyed. Now, Captain Tristan Casmirre was the last child of the dynasty, sole heir to the organisation; something he had never dreamed would be possible. All he had to do was complete his next tour of duty and return to the Imperium and he could claim his monumentous prize. He knew he could do the Emperor's work with such might and power at his command. Unbeknowst to Tristan however, the touch of chaos had crept into his vessel on the last warp journey it took; the cultists and heretics hiding among the faithful on his vessel watered the sick seed of discontent aboard and before Tristan knew what was happening- sprung a mutiny with the aid of a Warp Daemon, just as he was so close to reaching Imperial Space once more. Tristan speaks little of the terrible months that followed fighting for the lives and souls of his crew, but it clearly left its mark on the man. He is more devout han ever before but it is whispered throughout the Imperial Navy that his soul is cursed for the terrible things he did to regain control of his ship. What is known for sure is that the crew that returned to Imperial space could barely even be called skeleton- nine men in every ten had been slaughtered and those that did survive had mostly been rendered insane. Those who retained their ability to speak clearly spoke of hundreds of men being flushed out of airlocks- chaos cultists and innocents alike. Of corridors in the ship becoming near-sealed up with the flesh of the fallen, mowed down by auto-gun and stubber fire at Tristan's orders. Whatever the truth, Tristan has gained some savagery in battle since returning to the Imperium and claiming his dynasty. Duelling for his honour against a nobleman in Port Wander, his screams of bloodlust and rage as he cut the man over and over again once the duel was won disturbed many in contrast to his fine manners and charming demeanour preceding the duel. Tristan secretly flagellates himself every morning for his sins in the name of the Emperor, lashing at his own flesh with a vicious looking whip and concealing the wounds behind his clothing before he allows a single servant or crewman to attend him. The flagellation helps with the horrors of that last dark voyage but has also evolved into a crude coping mechanism for the crushing responsibility of being the last scion of the dynasty. Now that the dynasty was finally in his hands and under his control, Tristan had big plans... He would make the Emperor proud or die in the process, he swore. Personality- Tristan is a devout man who has been moulded into a strong and merciless commander by the Imperial Navy. He has little patience for those under his command who waste his time, but appreciates true skill and the advice of others who have managed to earn his respect. Compliments from him are rare, but always well deserved. He speaks softly and calmly with a dangerous edge and has a fairly even temper- when he does lose it he tends to go into a frenzy, attacking with total abandon through pain or even gunfire. He is comfortable either piloting the flagship or at the Command Table in the bridge, delegating tasks to others; his talent is truly in leading others and getting the most out of their efforts. He believes he has a manifest destiny yet to be revealed to him by the Emperor and in combat leads by example, rushing to close with the enemy with blade and pistol. Only an average shot with a gun, he is a little more accomplished in melee, having dueled many times in the style of fencing. Despite his talents he often finds it difficult to read other people and relies on his Seneschal to watch a situation closely and whisper his thoughts into his ear.
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