Tall and saturnine, with a well sculpted face. He looks incredably similar to his brother Drake. However instead of the long, raven hair, Absolution has a head of brilliant, golden locks, styled into a bushy mane. He wears a simple black uniform with a double brested jacket and breeches tucked into his boot tops. On the shoulders are small embroidered shields edged with gold and containing a styilised capital "G".The boots are made of supple black leather which is cracked and worn by use. On his chest he has a large amount of medals and decorations. For Absolution each one holds many memories and losses.
Absolution also has a dress uniform, that consists a better tailored version of his standard uniform, but with gold braid worked around the collar and cuffs.
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Absolution Stern
An Ex Navy Officer from the Hundred Lions Confederacy and now part of the security team in Gambit's Bar
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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by XavierDantius32
Description
Personality
Absolution is quiet and calm. He is constantly haunted by his past in the navy. This part of his life has been shut away in his mind, and he is generally unwilling to relate what happened to him. He is very paranoid, which can usually be justified by his work in Gambits however, in many situations, he finds it very difficult to switch off and relax. Despite the paranoia and emotional scars, Absolution is capable of great warmth and affection to those he cares about. This affection usually manifests itself as unswerving loyalty and a sence of duty. Absolution is fully ready to die for those he cares about.
Equipment
A functional black automatic pistol with rubberized hand-grips.
For ceremonial purposes, Absolution has his old navy service pistol. The weapon has a long barrel with ivory grips and nickel plating. The pistol has a small magazine, filled with six .45 calibre shell. The lengthened barrel gives the pistol greater range and stopping power compared to his standard 9mm.
A simple twelve inch long blade made out of folded steel that is tucked into his boot top.
A projectile tazer. Rather than having to change barbs after every shot, Each round has its own micro power cell allowing it to electrocute without the need for a wire. The rounds have a high voltage and are capable of putting down a humanoid with a single shot. The pistol uses compressed gas to fire the rounds at a low velocity so that the force delivered by the rounds is non-lethal
His right hand is acctually a simple augmetic replacement made out of dulled metal and black plastic. The hand itself is designed to provide a neural linkage and support for a large calibre rotator cannon. The cannon itself has four barrels that extend two feet over Absolution's shoulder, counterwieghted by six large ammuntion hoppers that are clustered around the rear. When fired the four barrels rotate at high speed, producing an incredible rate of fire. When Absolution wishes to fire the cannon, The robotic fingers fold back and the hand slots into a port on the side of the cannon
So begins...
Absolution Stern's Story
swept gracefully into the bar, balanced lightly on the balls of his feet. He carried himself with an elegeant poise, gracefull and deadly with each step. In his dainty hand, he carried his ornate pistol, the barrel glinting in the bars lights. His face was set in a grim exspression as he took several steps forward. He scanned the bar swiftly, his eyes hunting for someone. The look on his face clearly declared his intent. With his free hand he yanked a datapad from his belt and switched the micro camera to project. Displayed by the beam of light on the bar wall was a clear image of Drake Stern. "Does anyone know this man?" Absolution's voice was at once commanding and gentle.
Absolution Stern spoke clearly, voice pitched normally as if he was reading a weather report. "My name is Commander Absolution Stern of the one hundred lions navy. The man displayed is a know fugative of justice and anyone caught harbouring him or any members of his crew shall be summerarily executed."
Absolution Stern walked with the same dainty grace over to the bar and settled on a stool, straighting the red velvet uniform jacket. He turned to the bar and ordered a glass of red wine
Absolution Stern turned towards the young woman approaching him. "Do you want something?" He asked in a clipped, polite tone
"Where did you see him?" Absolution asked, a note of excitement creeping into his usually dead-pan tones
"He's turned to slavery now?" Absolution's expression turned to strongly repressed anger."I'll kill the bastard for this."
"I'm sure they would. My brother is such a people person." Absolution laughed ironically and sipped at his glass of wine. "I've wasted a decade of my life and career chasing him, And the one time he is within my grasp he slips away." He banged his fist down on the bar with frustration
"He'll be half a galaxy away before I dig my way through the mound of beauracracy that is WCPD." Absolution replied, still sipping at the wine
Absolution Stern swept gracefully into the bar, balanced lightly on the balls of his feet. He carried himself with an elegeant poise, gracefull and deadly with each step. In his dainty hand, he carried his ornate pistol, the barrel glinting in the bars lights. His face was set in a grim exspression as he took several steps forward. He scanned the bar swiftly, his eyes hunting for someone.
Absolution Stern wandered over to the bar, holstering his pistol. He sat on a stool, smoothing the gold frogging on the front of his jacket.
Absolution Stern asked the barman for a bottle of wine, and then settled in a booth, like a leopard watching its prey
Absolution Stern noticed Cloasse from earlier, but was distracted by the barman giving him a barmat. Inscriped upon the cork backing were two words in a tight, narrow script.
. It read. Absolution let out a roar of primal rage and slammed his booted foot upwards, slamming it under the barman's chin. As the man became airebourne, Absolution unholstered his pistol and shot the man between the eyes.Hello Brother
got to his feet, and unsheathed his ornate, ceremonial sword with a flourish. The light glinted off the narrow blade as he swet it up into line with his arm. "I do not care who I alarm. The persuit of my brother countermands everything."
Absolution Stern
swept gracefully into the bar, balanced lightly on the balls of his feet. He carried himself with an elegeant poise, gracefull and deadly with each step. In his dainty hand, he carried his ornate pistol, the barrel glinting in the bars lights. His face was set in a grim exspression as he took several steps forward. He scanned the bar swiftly, his eyes hunting for someone.
swept gracefully into the bar, balanced lightly on the balls of his feet. He carried himself with an elegeant poise, gracefull and deadly with each step. In his dainty hand, he carried his ornate pistol, the barrel glinting in the bars lights. His face was set in a grim exspression as he took several steps forward. He scanned the bar swiftly, his eyes hunting for someone.
Absolution Stern eyed up the large assult rifle on the table, his hand straying to the pistol strapped to his belt. He wandered over to the weapons owner and settled down on the same table.
Absolution Stern strode through the open door, the rotator cannon belted tightly onto his shoulder with a white leather support harness. Over his red velvet uniform he was wearing a flak armoured trench coat. The fingers of his robotic hand were folded back and inserted into the control port of the cannon. The cannon barrels whirred menacingly as they cycled up. The ammuntion hoppers clattered as fresh rounds were loaded.
Absolution Stern walked further into the bar, his eyes flicking around, searching for targets. He lowered the cannon barrel and disconected his augmetic hand, refolding the cold metal digit with a soft click. He swung the cannon over, so it hung down into the centre of his back. Absolution walked over to the bar and settled down on a stool, the long cannon barrels scraping on the metal legs.
Absolution Stern strode through the open door, the rotator cannon belted tightly onto his shoulder with a white leather support harness. Over his red velvet uniform he was wearing a flak armoured trench coat. The fingers of his robotic hand were folded back and inserted into the control port of the cannon. The cannon barrels whirred menacingly as they cycled up. The ammuntion hoppers clattered as fresh rounds were loaded.
Absolution Stern swept into the centre of the bar, cycling up the rotator cannon. The optic implant winks with ruby brilliance as the neural implants draw a target. The cannon whirrs ominously as Absolution speaks, voice boosted by a micro speaker housed on his left shoulder. "I have reason to believe that a person in this bar is responsible for the escape of a known pirate." The cannon exploded, unleashing a rain of indescrimate fire upon the assembled crowd. The massive recoil rocked Absolution back, but he steadyed himself, splaying his legs.
A pair of black armoured figures burst from a service hatch, firing bullpup assult rifles. Absolution switched his aim and reduced them to a fine vapour, the heavy calibre slugs ripping into the crew with meaty thunks. The cannon was silent again, not even the whirr of its barrels broke the silence. Plumes of smoke drifted from the muzzles.