▸┇P E T E R __ C R O M W E L L « ∆
Aliases: Death's Head; the Emperor's Wrath; the Negotiator; the Spymaster
Race: Human
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Empire/Faction: Farsivillian Empire
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Appearance:
-Hair: Black, military haircut
-Eyes: Black
-Facial Features: Sharp jawline, sharp nose, high cheekbones
-Frame: Mesomorph
-Weight and Height: 70kg, 175m
-Skin Complexion: Standard Asian complexion
-Clothing/Armor: Cromwell wears a breastplate with similar material as the Emperor's, though it lacks the ceramic plating at the front. He wears an armored gas mask covered in leather. Above his head is a peaked cap with a silver eagle with a skull at the middle. He wears an interior plate made entirely of kevlar underneath his black uniform. He usually wears a black coat above it all.
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Equipment:
-Weaponry: A saber, an SMG, a pistol, and a dagger
-Miscellaneous: A compass, a map, a standard canteen, photos of his family, a family dagger, and extra ammo
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Personality: Peter is a silent character, barely speaking at times. The enemies of Farsivil have taken away too much from him, and his failure to protect his family gave him only grief, and has also influenced him to be a better father. At home, he is warm to his family, always teaching them valuable lessons when need be. As a negotiator, he is very smart with his words. As a torturer, he is ruthless, feeling no sympathy for his enemies. He usually extracts information with kindness, though. The torture was usually reserved for the evil men he truly despised, or when he had a very very short time limit.
Likes:
- His family
- The Empire
- Loyalty
- The corrupt and power-hungry
- The enemies of the empire
- Dishonor
Biography:
Peter was born in a large farm to a loving mother. His father, unfortunately, died of undisclosed reasons before he was three months old, and his mother wasn't revealing any information. Peter, instead, was locked up in their farm. His mother didn't let him outside the walls of their farm. Usually, he heard loud bangs from outside his home. At first, he was afraid, but soon, he had begun disregarding it as a sort of natural occurrence. One of the farmers in their farm taught Peter how to hunt as he grew older. He was trained in shooting a rifle, and he soon realized that the banging sounds were guns going off. He thought that every bang he heard was a hunter shooting his gun. As he was trained, his friend began breeding horses, and gave a him his own young horse when he was fifteen.
Peter was taught at home by his mother, who actually knew a lot. She said she was once a teacher in a school, but now, they had no money to educate Peter, so from inside the walls, he learned about the outside world. He realized that the leader of their land was an immortal named King Folger, a fat, corrupt monarch with a moustache and quite a disturbingly creepy face, with broken teeth. He always held a golden scepter, and on his head was a golden crown. His robes are made of linen. He then learned about the other kingdoms and empires scattered around the world.
One day, his home was visited by two men in blue suits, wearing gas masks and wearing blue caps. They carried what seemed to be a different kind of rifle. Peter was taught by his hunter friend that some guns were created to kill other people, and he hated that idea. One man was a Human, the other was a Nightmare. They demanded food, so their mother gave them as much food as they wanted, and they left in peace. His mother began sobbing afterwards, saying that those were her best crops, and that she was saving it for everyone working on the farm, since they couldn't afford any food because they weren't paid for their labor.
When young Peter asked why she gave the crops, she replied that they'd do bad things to the farmers. A month later, they returned, but this time, Peter trailed them. He had never gotten out of the wall, even though he was already twelve at this point, and he saw the guards demanding for more food from what seemed to be another farm. One man, who was buff, lashed out at them, but he was killed when a bullet his head. Then, the guards entered the house and fired their guns before burning the entire farm down with the help of more guards. He knew he recognized the column of smoke when he saw it, but this time, it was closer.
For the following years, the routine continued until the suffering of the farmers was so much that they lashed out against the guards, who subsequently opened fire upon everyone, children and old men included. Luckily for Peter, he was in the forest, hunting for some boar when it happened, and when he returned, he was too late. The fire had been set, and the guards had already left. One of the men removed his gas mask to wipe off his sweat, and his face was imprinted on Peter's memory. After that brief moment, he put his mask back on, and burned the farm. Peter had his sights, and he had a silencer, but when he fired, he missed, and the guards didn't realize that they were so close to death, thanks to the silencer. They got out of the farm as the crops burned, and so did their house. As the house burned, he managed to get in. He saw his dead mother, sobbed over her corpse for a moment, and went to save a few things: a few clips for the rifle, some money, a photo of his entire family, including his father before his death, as well as an antique dagger his mother claimed was his to inherit.
Peter got out through the snowy forest with the help of his horse. In his month travelling from his old nation to the Farsivillian land of Tsin, he hunted for both himself and his horse, which he named Locke. Eventually, he reached the southeast, reaching a snow-covered desert, and he knew he was near Tsin. There, he saw it, a short walls with cannons every three meters. The guards wore white winter coats and gray helmets. They also wore gas masks, but unlike the ones that their guards wore, their gas masks were a bit more strict-looking, unlike theirs, which just looked creepy with the long snouts on the masks. Eventually, as he entered, the guards asked for his identity, and after a few hours of explaining, he was escorted to be immediately naturalized as a Farsivillian citizen. He was sixteen at the time, and he managed to find himself under the care of his uncle, who was lucky enough to have migrated into Farsivil long before. He was very distressed about the news, but he was taken care of. When he was eighteen, the emperor declared war on the fat king Folger, and Peter immediately entered service. Within ten months of the campaign, he was already a sergeant, and they had completely annexed the large nation. As he grew older, he became a divisional general in the army, and one of the most prominent spymasters in Farsivil. Since then, he has had two children with a lovely wife, which he cares for deeply.
Hobbies/Skills:
- Hunting
- Cooking
- Farming
- Marksmanship
- Psychology