Name: Leftenant-SS Gavin Fulke
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Species: Human - Protectorate of the Rim Worlds.
Homeworld: Kehnav
Look Description: Standing at 6'4" and weighing in at 180 lbs, Fulke embodies what the Protectorate looks for in its State Security troops.
Fulke's dark blonde hair is cropped short in a strict military style while he keeps his face clean shaven. His sharp, angular features give him a stern,
unforgiving air while his physique denotes a lifetime of hard living and military service.
History: Orphaned at a young age, Fulke doesn't remember much about his parents. He does, however, remember the day a State Security squad caught him
stealing from a local food vendor. Ever since his apprehension and subsequent beatings and forced entry into a Protectorate orphanage, Fulke swore he would
gain the same power he saw the State Security troops wield so easily. He grew up in the government run orphanage and when he was old enough, he attempted to
enlist in the Protectorate State Security. After a grueling series of genetic tests and background checks, he was allowed to attempt State Sec training. Fulke
passed with flying colors and soon found favor with SS commanders. He used this to his advantage by requesting and subsequently receiving special tasks and
missions where he solidified his skills and competence among his superiors. This allowed him to rise quickly through the ranks and into officer territory. Now
a Leftenant in the SS, Fulke now prepares for the Protectorate's special tasks in its planned purge of the galaxy.
Commendations: (Leave blank, these are used at later dates to help your character get tech, do stuff, ect.
Perks: Fulke is first and foremost an officer in the Protectorate State Security and is able to draw upon the resources available to the SS. He is also
ruthless and will not hesitate to remove those who get in his way, be they enemy soldiers or friendly civilians. Fulke is a brilliant platoon and small unit
tactician and is trained heavily in all things martial from unarmed combat to various weapons used by the Protectorate.
Weaknesses: Fulke's position in the State Security and his self confidence in his own capabilities and training has made him highly overconfident in his
actions. Also, his affiliation with the hated SS causes most people of non-Protectorate origin to refuse to work with or for him or even to single him out in
combat. Essentially, while Fulke is fairly powerful, his power is based on fear and that fear can easily change to hatred when the tides turn.
Equipment and Items:
SE-CQ-4
SE-P-7
Bayonet
Combat Knife
Steelskin vest
Leather great coat
State Security cap
Sample Roleplay:
Gravel and dust crunched underfoot as a leather clad figure strode purposely through the mist and fog. As the figure passed, men quickly came to
attention and saluted regardless of their duties. The soldiers had seen the glint of metal on the collar of the figure's leather jacket in what dim light
could make it through the thick fog. Leftenant-SS Gavin Fulke carefully adjusted the distinctive collar pins, a death's head superimposed over the
Protectorate emblem, denoting his affiliation with the feared Protectorate State Security. Fulke nodded curtly to the men he passed, his hands folded behind
his back as he made his way towards a nondescript, concrete building in the distance.
As the SS officer drew near, one of the men guarding the structure opened the heavy, rusting blast-door for him while the other snapped a parade ground salute. Fulke returned the salute and passed the two SS guards as he entered the interrogation building where they were holding the POWs from the last advance into Prochek territory. Fulke walked to a heavy iron door and knocked twice, then twice more. He stood and waited until someone on the other side unlocked and opened the metal obstruction to allow him in. The Leftenant-SS stepped past the professional interrogator and looked at the bruised and bloody remains of the former Prochek soldier chained to a simple wooden chair, a slow sneer twisting his face as he looked at the genetically enhanced human.
"Speak, Mutant. Where is the main Prochek advance going to strike?" Fulke demanded. When the man only grunted weakly and shifted, the SS officer smashed a gloved fist into the prisoner's already broken ribs. "Speak, damn you! If you do not give us what we want we shall simply extract it from your squad-mates and rid ourselves of your worthless carcass. If you talk, I may just let you live." Fulke stopped pacing and stood behind the man's chair, resting both hands on the Prochek's shoulders. "So, what will it be?"
The broken man in the chair began blubbering and babbling, but it was the babbling that Fulke paid close attention to while the interrogator jotted notes down. When the man was finished, Fulke stepped out into the hall while the interrogator followed.
"Sir, what do you want me to do with him now? Should I release him?" the man asked.
Fulke simply straightened his officer's cap and looked at the man.
"You carry a standard issue pistol, do you not? A SE-P-7, correct? Freshly issued, if my assumptions are right."
The man nodded. Fulke gazed at the door of the Prochek soldier's cell before continuing.
"I suggest you test it. There's been some question lately of the quality and effectiveness of the newer issued models. We don't want you to have a faulty weapon when you truly need one, do we? For your own personal safety, of course."
The interrogator shook his head.
"Of course not, Sir. I'll do as you say immediately, Leftenant," he said before scurrying back into the cell. Fulke began his trip outside and took a deep breath of the misty, morning air.
"It is a good day, I think. I have the information I need, I have some of the best weather this planet has to offer, and I've a brisk morning walk back to my quarters to help me on my day. Life is good."
Fulke began his walk back to his barracks. Not even the sound of the gunshot echoing through the interrogation building could damper his mood.
