Username: Panzer_Faust
Character Name: Max Onosol
Age: 33
Race: Human
Unit: Jansarian 505th armor division
Height: 6’2”
Weight: 200
Appearance: a Caucasian male with a near perfectly chiseled face, except for the scar across his face, which extends from the lower right side all the way to his left eye, caused by shrapnel. His body is lanky but covered in muscle, his hair a fine jet black comb over
Personality: Max has served with the division for a while now and desires more then anything to become a Lt. within its structure. He believes that some of the officers will get men killed, good men… his men. He gets along quite well with the rank and file always putting them in front of his well being. He sees this crusade currently underway as a good thing, maybe some of those retarded officers will die off and good men can take their place or gain some experience. All so the rank and file tankers can be given a fighting chance
Bio: Max grew up on a farm in the planet on Jansari a hive world on the fringes of the system. The area he farmed was on the outskirts of a hive city, he never really liked how cramped and dirty the city was so he stayed mostly in the countryside. The countryside was a beautiful place to live, wide open grounds, beautiful landscapes, and best of all he could run his tractor all day and night long working the fields. The harvests were usually good and life could never be better
With the coming crusade the world of Jansari needed to raise new regiments to support the warmaster’s goals. An official of the commissariat came to his door one evening, and drafted him rite then and their on the spot like the rest of the younger men in his community. He just went along for the ride. After they had rounded up all the younger people a convoy returned to the hive city. There they were given their new units and MOS. Max was given exactly what he wanted, A crewman’s position within the Leamon Russ, Faith’s Fire.
Max rose through the ranks of his tank until he was loader, on one of those fait full days during a live fire exercise one of the shells misfired, he volunteered the duty of ejecting the dud shell. But to his fate as he disposed of the shell it went off, sending shrapnel everywhere and scaring his face, along with his torso. He survived after extensive surgery, and was promoted to tank commander after the last one was shot for insubordination due to this not being a first offense. He now commands the Leanon Russ Faith’s Fire on the front lines of the emperor’s conflict zones
