Crow

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Character Name: Crow

Nickname(s): Crow

Race: Human

Sex: Male

Age: 28 (17th August 2255)

Birthplace: Arizona



Height: 6”2”

Weight: 190lbs

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color: Black

Hair Style: Buzz-cut

Facial Hair: Short stubble

Skin Color:African-American

Build: Muscled, atheletic

Distinguishing Features: Many scars and burns on his back, huge scar on right wrist



Profession: Bodyguard

Skills: Firearms, Melee Weapons, Hand-to-hand

Training: Melee weapon training

Other Abilities: Can speak latin

Apparel: Recruit Helmet, Combat Armour (Painted black)

Weaponry: AK-47, 12.7mm Pistol, Machete Gladius

Other Equipment: Bracelet of painted beads



Affiliation: Royal Duke Limited

Religious Belief: Ancient Roman Gods

Sexual Preference: Heterosexual

Relationship Status: Single

Personality: Introvert, Intimidating, will only speak if Duke let’s him, considers himself a slave even though Duke freed him several times

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Crow was born in Arizona, to a Legion officer and his slave wife. Crow was unruly and disobedient his entire childhood. When Crow was 14 his father had had enough, he whipped Crow, sentenced him to life as a Legionnaire and killed his mother. Crow was able to steal her old bracelet before he was sent away.
Thanks to his father, Crows training was even crueler than the other recruits, he was beaten every morning, and sometimes had a red-hot piece of iron ran along his back. He was also forced to fight in the Legion camp’s coliseum constantly, against kidnapped tribals and other recruits. In one fight he almost had his right hand sawn off by a psychotic Legionnaire, made mad by constant near-death experiences.
When conflict began between Legion and NCR, he was shipped off to the Colorado River. He was assigned to a raiding party which was sent behind enemy lines to assault NCR trade routes. Thanks to the cruelty of Crow’s training, he was a far more vicious fighter than the other recruits, and was able to shrug off injuries that would leave them screaming in pain.
On one such attack, the caravan somehow expected them, and the supposedly easy ambush turned into a savage fight to escape. Crow ignored his fleeing brethren, and was able to ram his machete into the large bearded man’s arm. The man, instead of crying out and begging for mercy like usual traders did, instead just grunted and yanked out his pistol, firing point-blank into Crow’s thigh.
He heard the Decanus call the retreat, but was too injured to move. He expected a bullet to the brain, but instead felt an acute agony in his leg. He looked down to see the bearded man he stabbed, routing around in his leg with a pair of tweezers.
When he pulled the bullet out, Crow returned the favour by removing his machete. Crow saw an escape from the evil of the Legion in this man, and swore his loyalty to the man, whose name turned out to be Duke.