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Caroline Holsten

"I'll gut 'em if a butter knife if I have to!"

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a character in “Waystation Galvius”, as played by Saxious

Description

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CANDIDATE RECORD
DATE: 0023052.M42

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From the desk of Inquisitor Volsk Osbourne.

Citizen Identification Number: 64295-482-SCI9913

Name


First: Caroline | MI: N/A| Last: Holsten
M: F: X
Nicknames/Aliases: N/A
Age: 29 (Terra Years)
Birthplace (City): Scintilla Hive
Birthplace (Planet): Scintilla
Birthplace (Sector): Calixis
Birthplace (Segmentum): Segmentum Obscuruss
Current Residence (Adress): N/A.
Current Residence (City): N/A
Current Residence (Planet): N/A
Current Residence (System): N/A
Current Residence (Sub-Sector): N/A
Current Residence (Sector): N/A
Current Residence (Segmentum): N/A

:NOTE:
Ms. Holsten is a member of the Scintilla 234th Infantry Regiment, thus her residence has been terminated on Scintilla.




Physique & Mentality


Blood Type: B+
Height: 182 Cm / 6'
Weight: 78 Kg / 171 lbs
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Brown [Kept extremely short].

Physical Appearance:
Caroline Holsten is a brawny woman with a slightly intimidating appearance. The left side of her face is deformed from steam and her left eye has been replaced by a biotic eye, and an explosion has caused a slap of steel to have been placed on the back of her head. Her body itself shows multiple scars stemming from knife wounds and bullets. She is composed mainly of slaps of muscle, however not enough to take away her femininity.
Tattoos associated with Scintilla's underhive gangers are seen around the wait and small traces of small drug usage has been noted.

Caroline is mainly seen wearing her Scintilla 234th uniform, consisting of black boots, dark blue trousers with a red line going down each leg, a white under shirt, a white tunic with blue trimming and white gloves, however she has replaced her kepi with a red barret with an aquila attached. Aside from the standard issued Guardsman weaponry, Caroline is known to unofficially "liberate" weapons after battles and is known to sell them to the Ratlings and black marketeers.

A medical checkup warns that damage to her head or eye could lead to small electrocution with the side effect of a strong headache. Otherwise she is fit for duty.

Psychological Profile:
Aside from a small post war trauma, Ms. Holsten is considered mentally healthy and ready for active duty.

During interviews, Ms. Holsten appears to be disciplined, having a general respect for the chain of command* and though she shows general distrust towards male officers, she appears to show a sense of respect given the male holds a respectable "attitude" towards her. Only on one occasion was she seen having a physical confrontation with another soldier after he referred to Caroline as a "Toy soldier".
Her military discipline is shown in her routines. She wastes no time doing her chores, is seen cleaning her weapons several times a day, as well as keeping a tight-scheduled work out to maintain her physical form.



:NOTE:
*Rumors have it that her hot headed nature has led to a few incidents involving verbal confrontation of superior officers.


Lastly, during Ms. Holsten's deployment on Zel Tertius (Calixis Sector of the Segmentum Obscurus), Ms. Holsten fought alongside the Luggnum 129th Armored Division against a horde of xeno Orks, and thus, from that she has developed a powerful hatred towards Orks.



Psyker (Check One): Y: N: X
If Yes What Category: N/A
Psychic Abilitie(s): N/A
Family:
-Father [Simon Holsten]: Unknown [listed as missing/presumed dead]
-Mother [Camilla Holsten]: Deceased.
-Younger brother [Erik Holsten]: Alive [Working at local factory]

Personal Funds/ Monetary Assets: Est. 5'056 Thrones
Current Profession (If Applicable): Sergeant-Major of the Scintilla 234th Infantry regiment

Skills and Aptitudes:
Caroline Holsten is as well drilled Imperial Guardswoman, and her background as a ganger has left her with a particular taste for fighting dirty when it comes to hand-to-hand. Her marksmanship is above average, and her street smartness allows her to improvise various deadly weaponry, from the simple molotov cocktails to grapeshot bombs.

Her greatest aptitudes would be her hot headed and stubborn nature. Given her time amongst soldiers, Caroline prefers actions to speak for themselves and unless given direct orders, she rarely backs down once she sets her mind on something. It has served both as a major advantage and disadvantage, as it is hard to get Caroline out of a fight once it is started.

Personal History:
Caroline was born in the underhive of Scintilla amongst gangers. She steadily gained a criminal record for ganger activity (mainly distribution of narcotics), and has been to prison on several accounts. While serving time, there was a shortage of volunteers to form the 234th regiment, and thus the government ordered forced conscriptions from the penal system, mainly those who had repeated offenses.
Initially, Caroline's ganger behavior conflicted greatly with the strict military discipline that her superiors wanted to instil, though she steadily adopted to the military life, funneling her ganger attitude against her enemies and her military disciplin to maintain order within her unit.

The Scintilla 234th was assigned to a light cruise and functioned as protection for Imperial trade routes, search and destroy patrols, and garrisoning various forts on 47 Kapella. During one of the sieges on 47 Kapella, Caroline's unit sergeant was shot down by a sniper and she stepped up and took charge of the unit, post battle she was officially promoted to sergeant.
While boarding a xeno ship [Dark Eldar, specifically], a stray shot caused a pipe to explode and shoot boiling hot steam at the left side of Caroline's face, permanently scarring her and blinding her left eye; during the battle, she lost control of her temper and led an unpredicted charge against the xenos, causing mild casualties though ending the stalemate. Though scolded for her actions, she was nevertheless promoted to sergeant-major and assigned to create a shock-trooper unit, specialized in close quarter combat, that she would lead during boardings.

During their deployment to the Imperial Colony Zel Tertius, the 234th were meant to be merged with the Luggnum 129th armored division, a terrible miscommunication led to the 234th ship to be shot down by Ork vessels and their regiment was spread far and wide across the colony's main continent.
Company Captain Tira Briggs took initiative and led her five hundred, or so, foot soldiers to the rendezvous point of the Luggnum 129th. As the 129th was composed mainly of male soldiers, tension between the two regiments flared up despite the threat of an ork invasion.

Detailed reports for the battles during the 234th & 129th time on Zel Tertius are scarce and dated far between and considered unreliable, thus no official summery of the regiments' participation of the war was filed; only the extraction reports gives a detailed insight for how the two regiments eventually started working together. In the report, it states that an ork grenade exploded near the back of caroline's head, forcing her to be evacuated immediately.

She spend several months in field hospital having both her head and previous wounds properly stitched up, as well as giving her a maintenance of her biotic implants.

Intelligence Quotient: 108
Neural Wavelength Frequency: 20
Spatial Reasoning Score: 47%
Linguistic Apptitude: 37%. (Low Gothic, Underhive Slang, & basic military code).

Check One (Inquisitorial Use Only):
Located: [√]
Secured: [√]
Deceased: [ ]
Disqualified:[ ]

So begins...

Caroline Holsten's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Inquisitor Volsk Osbourne Character Portrait: Caroline Holsten Character Portrait: Arkus Dylock Character Portrait: Deckard Braddock Character Portrait: Aina Harker

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#, as written by Saxious
Letting out a loud sigh, Caroline placed the dataslate on her desk and rubbed her one good eye. She had just come from war zone and she was now being thrust into a... a what? Search and destroy? Liberate? She didn't know what to make of the mission. Apparently this station had vanished without a single trace 300 terra years ago and had recently showed up on Imperial radar, and from what meager information she had been given, this station had not been an overly popular place for pirates to visit, so the assumption that the whole station had been hijacked was out of the window. Whatever the case was, this Inquisitor Volsk had gone a great length to get his hands on Caroline, who was just released from intensive care and long overdue to return to her regiment for retraining and redeployment.

"Argh bullocks," Caroline cursed, using common underhive Scintilla slang. Her biotic eye had repaired since her confrontation with the orks on the Imperial colony Zel Tertius, though every now and then it would 'twitch' just painful enough for it to be annoying. Additionally, an ork grenade had exploded dangerously close to the back of her head, and she had a metal plate inserted to protect her brain (thankfully they had done it well enough for her to take showers).
She then began to clean her laspistol, just to be certain that it would live up to her (strict) regimental standards. Caroline hadn't brought much more than her usual equipment with her (she honestly didn't have anything else) and had been placed at the deeper and farther end of the ship, closer to the machines, much to her comfort, though she had not encountered the Inquisitor in person, or anyone else that he may had enlisted. Caroline had instead spend time amongst the slave leaders, and (re)cleaning her uniform and las weapons, something her strict regiment had slowly made her enjoy.

Many non-Scintillans had mistaken her regiment for PDF troops, or parade glorified soldiers, as their uniforms were unrealistically well maintained though it was seen as a crucial part of the regiment's discipline, and in Caroline's case, it had paid off. Being a former underhive ganger, she had been force conscripted by Scintilla and the military training had brought control over her otherwise renegade behavior, though some habit never truly died, and Caroline had her fair share of scars from that habit.
Though Caroline was usually the exception, the left side of her face had been deformed from boiling hot steam during a boarding assault on an eldar ship, blinding her left eye and it was subsequently replaced with an unstable biotic eye instead.

"Well, time to get serious." Caroline said to herself as she noted the time was getting closer for the debriefing meeting. Having set up her uniform and equipment in an emergency response manner, Caroline was swiftly in her sharp uniform. Checking herself in her mirror she made sure that minor adjustments were made in order to look better presentable in front of an Inquisitor, and for the sake of ceremony, she only brought along her laspistol, and as always, she wore her red beret with a golden aquila attached.

The march through the ship was good for her, being hiveborn she had a natural instinct for finding her way around ships and give her hot temper it was usually a good thing for her to walk some steam off before the debriefing. As she stepped into the debriefing room, she saluted as she would to any superior officer, "Sergeant-Major Caroline Holsten reporting for duty milord...s" Caroline quickly added as she saw there were two inquisitors present, plus those who took the time to read her facial expression could see she was clearly taken aback by this fact. Nevertheless, she placed herself closer to the large soldier, though with enough distance for it not to be uncomfortable. She then spend a brief moment looking at the other members that had showed up.

Well, at least we will have two that will know which end of a gun to use, Caroline thought as she had finished looking at the large man she stood closest to. So far the only issue she could pull up was his facial expression; he looked too stern for Caroline's liking (which was a lot considering her regiment was modelled after the Mordian Iron Guard), though his tats of imperial writing and prayers served to assure her that the man was loyal to the Imperium.
A tech-priest. Good, our weapons won't jam and any technical problems can be dealt with properly, she thought as she looked at the servant of the Omnissiah. Caroline had seen a good deal of tech-priests during her tours with the Scintilla 234th, especially when their light cruiser needed refueling and checkups, though she had rarely spoken to them unless her equipment couldn't be fixed.
When she came to the arbiter looking man, she stopped and gave him a hard look. Though pass her ganger times, her experiences with the lawmen had never been a friendly one, I know the Inquisitor has his reasons but why the hell him? We don't need the lawmen coming and poking their noses in war business.
Finally, Caroline turned to the other Inquisitor, giving her a quick look as for not look disrespectful, I'll be damned. Two Inquisitors. Shit just got serious.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Inquisitor Volsk Osbourne Character Portrait: Caroline Holsten Character Portrait: Arkus Dylock Character Portrait: Varus Ibram Character Portrait: Deckard Braddock Character Portrait: Aina Harker

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All right people, you have about ten minutes to get into the briefing chamber,
I'll be waiting. That is all.


The voice echoed loudly within the simplistic chambers that Varus had been assigned upon arrival causing the Vindicare to sigh softly to himself before resuming what he had been doing. Laid out on the table in front of him was an assortment of parts which at first glance seemed that several looked almost archaic while others seemed almost outlandish and bizarre; yet to his eyes were simply tiny parts of his soul awaiting assembly so that he would be complete again. He felt his jaw twist slightly as a wry smile marred his features for a moment as his delicate hands danced across the brushed metal surface, ignoring the summons for the moment. Lightly lifting components and slotting them together, faint clicks followed by soft hisses of air as tubes became joined and sections began to realign. In a matter of seconds his hands now rested on the fully assembled Exitus Rifle. His soulmate. Viktoria.

He chuckled softly at the odd attachment to his weapon, something that Luna had always chided him for at the schola. Shaking his head slowly to dislodge the memories of his life before, he lifted it up and rested it against his shoulder, testing the weight and dialling in the ranges and measurements. It wasn’t needed. He’d done this a hundred times since boarding the ship and thousands if not millions of times before that. But some habits die hard, and he’d never live it down if the one time he didn’t check his tools they failed him. Flicking the safety leaver into place and locking the weapon down, he holstered it behind his back into the mag-clasps running the length of his stealth suit, his fingers lingering on the well-worn grooves left in the leather and metal handle from his years of use.

Cracking his neck to the right he rotated his shoulders to loosen the muscles slightly before tracing his eyes along the rows of bullets that lined almost every surface. Many were simple armour piercing rounds with little purpose than ripping through the ‘righteous’ armour that protected many a fool from his sudden death. Though it would be petty to call any tool of the Officio simple, since the armour these had been designed to pierce included those of the Adeptus Astartes, after all, targets were targets. His suit was already covered in several pockets of bullets designed for much more dangerous targets than a space marine, though he did wonder given his assignments vagueness exactly what would be needed here.

Shrugging to himself he reached down and lifted up his mask, fitting it over his head and securing the seals against even the vacuum of space itself, before picking up the camo-cloak from his bed and fastening it around his shoulders. He walked over to the doorway and activated security protocols and mechanisms that had been installed when he moved his equipment in and duly made his way towards this meeting. After all he was only running down to less than a few minutes to arrive on time, but then for all they know he could have been there all along. He smiles to himself letting his fingers caress the equally worn handle of his Exitus pistol, the twin to his Viktoria, as his suit and cloak wavered faintly as they began to warp his visibility slightly before he deactivated their system for the moment.

As he reached the doorway into the meeting room he took a soft breath before touching the activation rune to open it. He stroke in calmly and without fear, even though he raised his eyebrow behind his glowing green eye plate at the sight of not one but two inquisitors. Clearly this was unlikely to be a mission that he was going to enjoy. Looking towards the current leader of the ground he nodded towards him and spoke softly, his voice crackling slightly through the vox systems of his mask.

“Good Evening, Inquisitors. Reporting as requested."

He then took up position leaning against the wall nearest the door and watching events more closely, with his mechanical eye examining the other members already in assembly as well as these two Inquisitors in an attempt to discover any immediate threats from them before whatever was to occur did so.