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Description: A fair bit skinnier than your average 21 year old Guardsman, Morbin stands just less than six feet tall and manages to weigh in at somewhere around 145 lbs. He has a youthful face with prominent well defined features, best described as; ‘gloriously mediocre’ he won’t be a model anytime soon, but he’s by no means ugly. Even though his face now sports a few thin scars, and his flesh has taken a pale, almost deathly white look to it, he still manages to look relatively human, and friendly, possibly because he is still fond of smiling and acting kindly to those around him. Another important change in his appearance is his eyes, his left eye has gone from being a deep purple, to a bright glaring red, and his right eye has been replaced by a sinister looking bionic device that seems to have a mind of its own. Unfortunately, this is not the only bionic replacement Morbin has been 'gifted' with, for his entire left hand is also made of cold black steel.

As far as clothing goes, he can always be found wearing dark gray Guard Flak Armour, although it has seen better days, as it is now dented and marred, and all former symbols of the Imperium have been removed, scratched off in many places. His Cadian pattern helmet has been replaced with a Krieger one, and he now wears a long overcoat over his armour, this is also worn down and tattered. Overall he looks much less a well polished and disciplined Imperial Guardsman, and much more a tattered, war-weary soldier who can't remember the feeling of sleeping in a proper bed.

Personality: Despite being nearly killed, and turned traitor to that which he fought for his entire life, the man himself remains mostly unchanged as far as personality, for he sees no reason fretting over that which he cannot change. That said he is still fun loving and optimistic, and is all about the positive vibes. He hates negativity though, and has a dim view of negatively minded people, especially those ‘woe is me’ types. A firm believer in tough love, Morbin is honest to a fault, he will tell you the blunt truth, no matter how hurtful. He does not do this out of maliciousness, simply acting on his belief that in order for people to better themselves, they have to know what is wrong. He is also very opinionated, and never seems to know when to keep his mouth shut, a fact that has caused him a great deal of trouble throughout his life.

Equipment: Morbin still carries much of his old equipment, his entrenching tools, mess kit, etc, are all standard Imperial issue. A switch from his standard kit is the large medkit he keeps on his back in place of a rucksack, which has a wide variety of clean, well maintained medical tools and an even greater variety of drugs and medicine ranging from psycho-stimulants, to painkillers, to hallucinogens.

Taking the place of his M36 Lasrifle, Morbin has found a rugged, reliable weapon going by the name CK-13 PARA. This rifle is basic and bare bones, it has no enhanced optical sight, or laser designator or anything else you see on most guns these days, it is a simple, gas operated, magazine fed, single shot battle rifle. As a battle rifle, it is chambered not in an intermediate round like assault rifles are, it chambers a full sized rifle round which gives the CK-13 PARA the stopping power roughly equivalent to his old Lasrifle. The PARA variant which Morbin uses features a folding stock, a shorter barrel and a flash hider, the weapon was originally meant for air cavalry soldiers, but the weapons compact and lightweight design also makes it a perfect choice for Morbin, who favors cunning and precision over brute force and volume of fire.

History: Fate has been cruel to young Morbin, for he is constantly at the mercy of events and circumstances beyond his control, from his conscription into the Imperial Guard, to becoming an unwilling servant to the Chaos gods, Morbin has never had the luxury of choice. For one so young Morbin has been through a great deal in his short existence. He has fought in muddy trenches, war torn cities and dense humid jungles as an Imperial Guardsman. He has been sent hurtling through space and time by the Chaos gods, finding himself lost and alone in the most bizarre locales, ranging from strange bars filled with creatures sprung from your wildest dreams and darkest nightmares, to post-apocalyptic wastelands where flesh and blood is currency and fallen gods struggle for dominance. All this and more Morbin has seen and lived through, a virtual slave to circumstance, unable but not unwilling to make his own way in life.

Despite the fact that fate looks upon Morbin like a sadistic child looks upon a doll, the simple knowledge that the young guardsman is still alive after all of his misadventures hints that there may be other powers at work here, ones which hold Morbin in their favour. Or it could simply be that fate has not yet grown tired of Morbin’s endless struggle to dictate the terms of his life. In any case, Morbin marches on regardless, for he knows that not even time itself will answer the question; 'why me?'.

Morbin Jackson's Story