Post by Torren on Mar 15, 2014 20:13:36 GMT -5
Aero eXsa Chrona
X, Aero
Human
Male
22
Montgomery County, Maryland
Montgomery County, or as it is affectionately refered to by the scum that live there, Mo Co, Is a crumbling, fitting testament to the pre-war upper middle class. Crawling with Raiders, Slavers, and the occasional stray swampfolk, there are few good people that try to survive here. Sandwiched between pre-war DC and Baltimore, It was damaged heavily and irradiated. The decendants of Baltimore Thugs and the shitbags that inhabited it before the war have been killing each other over and breeding on the land for decades. Coupled with the constant, abeit low levels of radiation, more than a few hard to kill psychopaths made their way into this world.
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 150lbs
Eye Color: Ice blue with traces of red. A marker of his mutation.
Hair color: Black/Brown
Style: Millitary Crew cut when he can maintain it, It grows to an unkempt curtain when he can't.
Facial Hair: perpetual Five O'clock shadow, It doesn't get much longer and it grows back shortly after he shaves.
Skin Color: A sun baked tan, turns unnaturally white when indoors for extended periods.
Build: Thin from malnurishment during childhood, though he is very strong and his muscles are very defined.
DF: A BoS brand on his back (per his request), Cuts and burns cover his legs and feet. His right hand has steel knuckles. His red lined eyes.
Profession: Aero works wherever he can find it, He is very good at fixing things, in no small part thanks to the scribes of the East Coast Brotherhood, so he repairs shopkeepers items for caps or Room and Board for the night (or week depending on how tired/injured he is.) He is very skilled with all kinds of weapons, so he also works as a hired gun more often than not. He scavenges anything he can in his travels to make a few extra caps and every now and then scores some really nice tech that he likes to keep for himself.
Skills/Training/Other Abilities: Aero was born with an uncommon mutaion that allows him to perceive time much slower than most people. His physical reaction speed is the same, if not slightly slower, but it allows him to make very accurate and otherwise impossible shots. HIs Mental speed increases, allowing him to process more information in a shorter period of time. His combat skills come not only from growing up in the harsh environment that is central Mo Co, but from his training in the brotherhood. Here he also gained his repair knowledge and put his vast intellect to good use. He learned to read and write in three languages, became versed in many lofty subjects lost to man kind such as classical physics, music theory, and electrical engineering. Despite all of this, he has terrible problems using computers. He is by no means a doctor but has suffered enough wounds fighting that he knows his way around bullet wounds and deep lacerations. He most definitely does not have a silver spoon for a tongue, the spoon is most likely made of wood... or dirt. Despite his size, he is above average strength. He gained a lot of muscle doing slave work when held captive by raiders as a teen, and then further refined his body through intense training in the brotherhood.
Apparel: a heavily modified t-51b suit of power armor; Stripped down and rebuilt from the microfusion reactor up, this 'X' model as dubbed by the scribes is 15lbs lighter, quieter, and more effecient than the pre-war suits. Using an angled silver ablative coated composite shell with ceramic shock plate sandwiched between kevlar impregnated carbon fiber to replace the heavier solid metal parts of the armor, its impact absorption has been increased by over 40%. Additional servos have been added (and insulated to reduce noise) throughout the armor to increase its mobility assistance, especially in the lower end of the armor allowing for faster movement. The armor also boasts a non newtonian fluid shock absorbtion system, in addition to contributing to the protective charactaristics, it locks the suit when it sustains a free fall from more than 20 feet to protect the user from fall damage. the suit remains ridgid for 30 second afterwards. The helmet has also been improved by the addition of a rebreather, and night vision, and similar . The suit is water tight and very rad resistant. The armor has been painted a subdued crimson with black trim. Even under all this, he wears a bullet proof vest for added piece of mind. He wears a power armor back pack to store his belongings. When Power armor is impractical, he wears a jacket and fatuiges outfitted with ballistic plates in the chest, biceps, forearms, thighs and shins lined with parts from a radiation suit, and a mk II combat helmet.
Weapons:
Ka-Bar Combat Knife/Bayonet with a BoS symbol engraved at the base of the blade, holstered over his left breast.
Scoped Gauss Rifle
AER12 Modified laser rifle (Full Auto)
Scilenced Colt 1911 .45, holstered on his right hip.
Anti-Meterial Rifle
Frag Grenades
Custom .50MG fragmentation rounds
Grenade Machine Gun
Other equipment: A fair supply of stimpacks and other chems. His Power Armor has an integrated hydration system. He always carries some Pork and Beans for when he can't find brahmin to eat or traders to get fresh food. He doesn't like pre-war food all that much and prefers fresh grown produce or recently cooked meat. He has a notebook he designs new tech and equipment modifications in. Navigation tools (compass, Pre-War maps, ect.). A small tent and a bedroll for sleeping in the wastes, the tent has been lined with parts salvaged from radiation suits to offer some protection from the elements. He rides a bicycle that has been outfitted with a large chainsaw motor modified to run on flamer fuel. He Has the Schematics down to a T and often abandons it when it would be impractical to keep it, as he can build it again later. A Small Ham radio he uses to relay information to the Citadel.
Affiliation: He Identifies with the East Coast Brotherhood of Steel, although he left their fold in order to act as an explorer/long distance scout.
Religious Belief: non practicing atheist
Sexual Preference: Straight
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Aero likes to think before he acts, but not before he speaks. He has been described as cold and calculating in battle by his superiors but has a lack of social skills/no verbal filter. He often offends people without meaning too leading to troublesome situations. Though he is awkward, he atempts to make friends when he enters a new town because it's easier to exist that way. He is a good person at heart but has been beaten down by the wastes for most of his childhood, meaning he will not hesitate to do most things for his benifit or survival. While he is not a member of any specific BoS branch he is feircely loyal to their intrests as he is endebted to them.
Histoy:
Born in a Mo Co town called BerGe, He was relatively safe for his first 6 years. The town maintained a militia to stave off the constant raider and slaver attacks. The people there were decent, at least enough to know that people weren't property. His Father was a consumate metal worker and a repair man, but wasn't very skilled with a gun. He Kept a Pistol for scaring off the the rats but was better with a sledgehammer. His mother was the head of the local millita, a warm woman when it came to family but her heart always had the steele tinge of someone who had fought to survive their whole life. In battle she was fearless, almost costing her more than a few times. She knew of Aero's mutation even though he couldn't understand it yet. She tried to teach him to use it by playing games with him that required an intense amount of focus but he never achieved the slow state. When Aero turned six however, the local raiders and slavers figured they had lost enough of their men to this town. They wanted it gone. In the middle of the night a large force of Talon Company mercs erased the town. All the adults were slaughtered, the children sold into slavery, they tried to rape the women but found them to hard to handle; so they burned them instead. They made Aero watch as his mothers mutilated body was doused in kerosene and lit up. He has never been able to get the image out of his head.
As a slave he was forced to labor endlessly, he was underfed, dehydrated most of the time, and the water he did find was filled with disease and radiation. Almost weekly, when a raider was pissed off for whatever reason, whether he just lost a raiding party, withdrawing from chems, or was just generally in a bad mood they would beat him senseless. sometimes as he laid there broken they would toss him some irradiated bottled water and some stale food. It was one of these times where he had been worked to a walking sleep and savagely beaten that time slowed down for the first time. He didn't know what to make of it, he thought he was dying. The raiders freaked out because they had burned through most of the other kids already and didn't have the funds for new slaves, they couldn't let him die then. He woke up in the makeshift medical wing of their camp thoroughly confused. A hot meal awaited him and some clean water; It was the happiest he had been in a long time. After getting a taste of good food he hungered for more. He would sneak into the kitchen and steal small things; a kabab here, some water there. He got 'greedy' one time and stole a steak off the stove, they caught him in the act. They smashed his right hand on the spot with a sledgehammer, shattering his whole hand. It never healed properly. He was 15 before long, and he was gaining a better grasp on his abillity. When he wasn't laboring he would sit in his quarters (a closet with a pile of sheets ontop of hay for a bed) and focus. Focus on the candle flame. Focus on the draft disturbing the hay. Focus on the sound of Rails (his 'owner') fucking a cheap prostitute in the other room before he killed her so he wouldn't have to pay. Things would get slow down, and Aero would try harder. He would feel the little bit of energy he had left flooding to his brain and then leave his body. The candle would flicker and he could see it's every movement, the tiny particles that it gives off lingering for much longer than an instant. The sounds became distorted and deep untill he could no longer distinguish the two moans from one another. The raiders stopped beating him after one particularly nasty incident. One of the new guys was pysched out of his mind and pulled a knife on Aero, tired of the constant abuse and unwilling to die, Kicked the bitch stright in the balls took his knife and slit his throat. Because no one really liked mister Psycho he didn't get punished, but they looked at him different afterwards. Disdain, Uncertainty, maybe even slight respect. One day while he was working their poor excuse for a 'farm' (tilled, infertile dirt that was more ash than soil) he found a pistol. It was in poor condition but it still had some rounds in it. He knew what he was going to do. He had no intentions of suicide, he wanted to kill. X knew where they kept spare parts and while his father didn't have a chance to teach him, he knew fixing things was in his blood. Over the course of a few weeks he slowly gathered the parts he needed and even picked up some more ammunition untill it was time. In the middle of the night he approached Rails' bed with the weapon. X put the barrel point blank to Rails' temple and pulled the trigger, the gun fired, and Aero was painted red from head to belt. His blood reeked of debautchery. Things started to slow down as the adrenaline kicked in, more than they ever had before. The door burst open a few seconds later but what felt like hours to Aero. He was ready for them, able to take his time, he systematically shot the raiders that poured through the door in the head until he was out of ammo. Needless to say they wanted retribution, they didn't kill him, that would be too easy. He was hung upsidedown and tourtured with hot brands on his feet. They would cut his legs with a dull knife so he would feel it every day, each day cutting more. the first day, they only cut him once. The next day twice. The day after thrice. and so on. he was a week into this torture when the brotherhood conducted its purge of Mo Co. Aero had never seen power armor before, needless to say these hulking figures scared him shitless. When Paladin Slake found and cut him free, Aero threw himself at the Paladin's feet beging for mercy. Instead, he gave him Strength.
Rushed back to the Citadel in critical condidtion via vertibird appropriated from the enclave, He recovered over the course of two weeks. Paladin Slake watched over him vigilantly the whole time, deeply disturbed by what he had seen. The right hand of the young man before him was disjointed and required surgery. The knuckles had to be replaced with steel as the bone was irreparable They had rescued as many innocents as they could, most of them on their last legs. All of them were fearful when they entered, it had been beaten into them that nobody wanted them, that the most they could ever aspire to be was a corpse. The brotherhood raised a new generation from the Mo Co survivors, much like those they rescued from the pitt. The doctors noticed Aero's eyes as soon as they examined him. He told them about his experiences of time slowing, which prompted the scribes to check for similar occurences in their records of the wastes. They found a few cases of similar mutations. They encouraged him to and assisted in honing his special skill. They trained him rigorusly, both physically and mentally. For 5 long years his daily routine was Physical training at 5am. Mechanical engineering studies at 7. Physical Training at 10. Weapons Training at 1pm. Science Lectures at 5. Electronics at 8. Literature at 10. He was dead tired by 10 but he would always pay extra attention. His training was strictly overseen by his savior Paladin Slake, He was hard on him to say the least, but not out of spite, because he saw his potential. In his eyes, Aero could be the saviour of a brotherhood now lacking the Vault Dweller. For his scribe graduate project, he developed his 'X' mod T-51b Power Armor. It took 2 years of hard work to come to fruition, but the results were more than he could have hoped for. In it he could take a punch from a Super Mutant Master and not feel a thing. He could jump off the washington memorial and laugh as he hit the ground. Life in the Brotherhood was a blessing for him, he excelled in all areas receiving commendations from his commanding officers regularly. During patrols he racked up an impressive kill count, often going out of his way and against orders to dispatch raiders. He once led a scavenging party to the army base Ft. Detrick, where a large amount of advanced pre-war tech was recovered amongst which he found his AER-12 laser rifle. It was easy work making it fully automatic with his electrical knowledge and the Brotherhoods massive library of spare parts. He continued persuing raiders whenever he saw them, against orders. Eventually his insubordination led to him being reprimanded. This happened a few times before he realised that even though he loved the Brotherhood, it was not the place for him. he needed to wander on his own. He approached the Elder and proposed a mission: Scout the entire United States and make contact with the west coast brotherhood, all the while maintaining contact with the citadel. Before he left, he asked paladin Slake to brand him with the mark of the brotherhood, so his allegience may never be questioned.
This is where his journey begins.
X, Aero
Human
Male
22
Montgomery County, Maryland
Montgomery County, or as it is affectionately refered to by the scum that live there, Mo Co, Is a crumbling, fitting testament to the pre-war upper middle class. Crawling with Raiders, Slavers, and the occasional stray swampfolk, there are few good people that try to survive here. Sandwiched between pre-war DC and Baltimore, It was damaged heavily and irradiated. The decendants of Baltimore Thugs and the shitbags that inhabited it before the war have been killing each other over and breeding on the land for decades. Coupled with the constant, abeit low levels of radiation, more than a few hard to kill psychopaths made their way into this world.
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 150lbs
Eye Color: Ice blue with traces of red. A marker of his mutation.
Hair color: Black/Brown
Style: Millitary Crew cut when he can maintain it, It grows to an unkempt curtain when he can't.
Facial Hair: perpetual Five O'clock shadow, It doesn't get much longer and it grows back shortly after he shaves.
Skin Color: A sun baked tan, turns unnaturally white when indoors for extended periods.
Build: Thin from malnurishment during childhood, though he is very strong and his muscles are very defined.
DF: A BoS brand on his back (per his request), Cuts and burns cover his legs and feet. His right hand has steel knuckles. His red lined eyes.
Profession: Aero works wherever he can find it, He is very good at fixing things, in no small part thanks to the scribes of the East Coast Brotherhood, so he repairs shopkeepers items for caps or Room and Board for the night (or week depending on how tired/injured he is.) He is very skilled with all kinds of weapons, so he also works as a hired gun more often than not. He scavenges anything he can in his travels to make a few extra caps and every now and then scores some really nice tech that he likes to keep for himself.
Skills/Training/Other Abilities: Aero was born with an uncommon mutaion that allows him to perceive time much slower than most people. His physical reaction speed is the same, if not slightly slower, but it allows him to make very accurate and otherwise impossible shots. HIs Mental speed increases, allowing him to process more information in a shorter period of time. His combat skills come not only from growing up in the harsh environment that is central Mo Co, but from his training in the brotherhood. Here he also gained his repair knowledge and put his vast intellect to good use. He learned to read and write in three languages, became versed in many lofty subjects lost to man kind such as classical physics, music theory, and electrical engineering. Despite all of this, he has terrible problems using computers. He is by no means a doctor but has suffered enough wounds fighting that he knows his way around bullet wounds and deep lacerations. He most definitely does not have a silver spoon for a tongue, the spoon is most likely made of wood... or dirt. Despite his size, he is above average strength. He gained a lot of muscle doing slave work when held captive by raiders as a teen, and then further refined his body through intense training in the brotherhood.
Apparel: a heavily modified t-51b suit of power armor; Stripped down and rebuilt from the microfusion reactor up, this 'X' model as dubbed by the scribes is 15lbs lighter, quieter, and more effecient than the pre-war suits. Using an angled silver ablative coated composite shell with ceramic shock plate sandwiched between kevlar impregnated carbon fiber to replace the heavier solid metal parts of the armor, its impact absorption has been increased by over 40%. Additional servos have been added (and insulated to reduce noise) throughout the armor to increase its mobility assistance, especially in the lower end of the armor allowing for faster movement. The armor also boasts a non newtonian fluid shock absorbtion system, in addition to contributing to the protective charactaristics, it locks the suit when it sustains a free fall from more than 20 feet to protect the user from fall damage. the suit remains ridgid for 30 second afterwards. The helmet has also been improved by the addition of a rebreather, and night vision, and similar . The suit is water tight and very rad resistant. The armor has been painted a subdued crimson with black trim. Even under all this, he wears a bullet proof vest for added piece of mind. He wears a power armor back pack to store his belongings. When Power armor is impractical, he wears a jacket and fatuiges outfitted with ballistic plates in the chest, biceps, forearms, thighs and shins lined with parts from a radiation suit, and a mk II combat helmet.
Weapons:
Ka-Bar Combat Knife/Bayonet with a BoS symbol engraved at the base of the blade, holstered over his left breast.
Scoped Gauss Rifle
AER12 Modified laser rifle (Full Auto)
Scilenced Colt 1911 .45, holstered on his right hip.
Anti-Meterial Rifle
Frag Grenades
Custom .50MG fragmentation rounds
Grenade Machine Gun
Other equipment: A fair supply of stimpacks and other chems. His Power Armor has an integrated hydration system. He always carries some Pork and Beans for when he can't find brahmin to eat or traders to get fresh food. He doesn't like pre-war food all that much and prefers fresh grown produce or recently cooked meat. He has a notebook he designs new tech and equipment modifications in. Navigation tools (compass, Pre-War maps, ect.). A small tent and a bedroll for sleeping in the wastes, the tent has been lined with parts salvaged from radiation suits to offer some protection from the elements. He rides a bicycle that has been outfitted with a large chainsaw motor modified to run on flamer fuel. He Has the Schematics down to a T and often abandons it when it would be impractical to keep it, as he can build it again later. A Small Ham radio he uses to relay information to the Citadel.
Affiliation: He Identifies with the East Coast Brotherhood of Steel, although he left their fold in order to act as an explorer/long distance scout.
Religious Belief: non practicing atheist
Sexual Preference: Straight
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Aero likes to think before he acts, but not before he speaks. He has been described as cold and calculating in battle by his superiors but has a lack of social skills/no verbal filter. He often offends people without meaning too leading to troublesome situations. Though he is awkward, he atempts to make friends when he enters a new town because it's easier to exist that way. He is a good person at heart but has been beaten down by the wastes for most of his childhood, meaning he will not hesitate to do most things for his benifit or survival. While he is not a member of any specific BoS branch he is feircely loyal to their intrests as he is endebted to them.
Histoy:
Born in a Mo Co town called BerGe, He was relatively safe for his first 6 years. The town maintained a militia to stave off the constant raider and slaver attacks. The people there were decent, at least enough to know that people weren't property. His Father was a consumate metal worker and a repair man, but wasn't very skilled with a gun. He Kept a Pistol for scaring off the the rats but was better with a sledgehammer. His mother was the head of the local millita, a warm woman when it came to family but her heart always had the steele tinge of someone who had fought to survive their whole life. In battle she was fearless, almost costing her more than a few times. She knew of Aero's mutation even though he couldn't understand it yet. She tried to teach him to use it by playing games with him that required an intense amount of focus but he never achieved the slow state. When Aero turned six however, the local raiders and slavers figured they had lost enough of their men to this town. They wanted it gone. In the middle of the night a large force of Talon Company mercs erased the town. All the adults were slaughtered, the children sold into slavery, they tried to rape the women but found them to hard to handle; so they burned them instead. They made Aero watch as his mothers mutilated body was doused in kerosene and lit up. He has never been able to get the image out of his head.
As a slave he was forced to labor endlessly, he was underfed, dehydrated most of the time, and the water he did find was filled with disease and radiation. Almost weekly, when a raider was pissed off for whatever reason, whether he just lost a raiding party, withdrawing from chems, or was just generally in a bad mood they would beat him senseless. sometimes as he laid there broken they would toss him some irradiated bottled water and some stale food. It was one of these times where he had been worked to a walking sleep and savagely beaten that time slowed down for the first time. He didn't know what to make of it, he thought he was dying. The raiders freaked out because they had burned through most of the other kids already and didn't have the funds for new slaves, they couldn't let him die then. He woke up in the makeshift medical wing of their camp thoroughly confused. A hot meal awaited him and some clean water; It was the happiest he had been in a long time. After getting a taste of good food he hungered for more. He would sneak into the kitchen and steal small things; a kabab here, some water there. He got 'greedy' one time and stole a steak off the stove, they caught him in the act. They smashed his right hand on the spot with a sledgehammer, shattering his whole hand. It never healed properly. He was 15 before long, and he was gaining a better grasp on his abillity. When he wasn't laboring he would sit in his quarters (a closet with a pile of sheets ontop of hay for a bed) and focus. Focus on the candle flame. Focus on the draft disturbing the hay. Focus on the sound of Rails (his 'owner') fucking a cheap prostitute in the other room before he killed her so he wouldn't have to pay. Things would get slow down, and Aero would try harder. He would feel the little bit of energy he had left flooding to his brain and then leave his body. The candle would flicker and he could see it's every movement, the tiny particles that it gives off lingering for much longer than an instant. The sounds became distorted and deep untill he could no longer distinguish the two moans from one another. The raiders stopped beating him after one particularly nasty incident. One of the new guys was pysched out of his mind and pulled a knife on Aero, tired of the constant abuse and unwilling to die, Kicked the bitch stright in the balls took his knife and slit his throat. Because no one really liked mister Psycho he didn't get punished, but they looked at him different afterwards. Disdain, Uncertainty, maybe even slight respect. One day while he was working their poor excuse for a 'farm' (tilled, infertile dirt that was more ash than soil) he found a pistol. It was in poor condition but it still had some rounds in it. He knew what he was going to do. He had no intentions of suicide, he wanted to kill. X knew where they kept spare parts and while his father didn't have a chance to teach him, he knew fixing things was in his blood. Over the course of a few weeks he slowly gathered the parts he needed and even picked up some more ammunition untill it was time. In the middle of the night he approached Rails' bed with the weapon. X put the barrel point blank to Rails' temple and pulled the trigger, the gun fired, and Aero was painted red from head to belt. His blood reeked of debautchery. Things started to slow down as the adrenaline kicked in, more than they ever had before. The door burst open a few seconds later but what felt like hours to Aero. He was ready for them, able to take his time, he systematically shot the raiders that poured through the door in the head until he was out of ammo. Needless to say they wanted retribution, they didn't kill him, that would be too easy. He was hung upsidedown and tourtured with hot brands on his feet. They would cut his legs with a dull knife so he would feel it every day, each day cutting more. the first day, they only cut him once. The next day twice. The day after thrice. and so on. he was a week into this torture when the brotherhood conducted its purge of Mo Co. Aero had never seen power armor before, needless to say these hulking figures scared him shitless. When Paladin Slake found and cut him free, Aero threw himself at the Paladin's feet beging for mercy. Instead, he gave him Strength.
Rushed back to the Citadel in critical condidtion via vertibird appropriated from the enclave, He recovered over the course of two weeks. Paladin Slake watched over him vigilantly the whole time, deeply disturbed by what he had seen. The right hand of the young man before him was disjointed and required surgery. The knuckles had to be replaced with steel as the bone was irreparable They had rescued as many innocents as they could, most of them on their last legs. All of them were fearful when they entered, it had been beaten into them that nobody wanted them, that the most they could ever aspire to be was a corpse. The brotherhood raised a new generation from the Mo Co survivors, much like those they rescued from the pitt. The doctors noticed Aero's eyes as soon as they examined him. He told them about his experiences of time slowing, which prompted the scribes to check for similar occurences in their records of the wastes. They found a few cases of similar mutations. They encouraged him to and assisted in honing his special skill. They trained him rigorusly, both physically and mentally. For 5 long years his daily routine was Physical training at 5am. Mechanical engineering studies at 7. Physical Training at 10. Weapons Training at 1pm. Science Lectures at 5. Electronics at 8. Literature at 10. He was dead tired by 10 but he would always pay extra attention. His training was strictly overseen by his savior Paladin Slake, He was hard on him to say the least, but not out of spite, because he saw his potential. In his eyes, Aero could be the saviour of a brotherhood now lacking the Vault Dweller. For his scribe graduate project, he developed his 'X' mod T-51b Power Armor. It took 2 years of hard work to come to fruition, but the results were more than he could have hoped for. In it he could take a punch from a Super Mutant Master and not feel a thing. He could jump off the washington memorial and laugh as he hit the ground. Life in the Brotherhood was a blessing for him, he excelled in all areas receiving commendations from his commanding officers regularly. During patrols he racked up an impressive kill count, often going out of his way and against orders to dispatch raiders. He once led a scavenging party to the army base Ft. Detrick, where a large amount of advanced pre-war tech was recovered amongst which he found his AER-12 laser rifle. It was easy work making it fully automatic with his electrical knowledge and the Brotherhoods massive library of spare parts. He continued persuing raiders whenever he saw them, against orders. Eventually his insubordination led to him being reprimanded. This happened a few times before he realised that even though he loved the Brotherhood, it was not the place for him. he needed to wander on his own. He approached the Elder and proposed a mission: Scout the entire United States and make contact with the west coast brotherhood, all the while maintaining contact with the citadel. Before he left, he asked paladin Slake to brand him with the mark of the brotherhood, so his allegience may never be questioned.
This is where his journey begins.
