Agathocles
New member
Name: Agathocles Redmond
Alias:
Species: Human
Age: 34
Homeworld: Baal, Hive Primaris, level just shy of the Spire Wall, District 42
Gender: Male
Height: 6'4
Weight: 220
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Skin: Pale
Psyker Grade: Pi
Occupation: Ganger, Spider Gang-Middle Management
Formerly: PDF Infantry, Enforcer/Dealer for the Spiders
Ranks and Titles: Spider, Bossman
Skills and Abilities:
Veteran Ganger- Years of fighting and scheming have produced a cunning, quick creature. Knows how to get things
Hive Folk- Excellent at surviving and thriving in the Hive, as with most of the Redmonds. Unlikely to be shanked by other locals.
Lucky- Limited PI ability manifests as a sixth sense of sorts on occassion, in the form of "feelings"
Appearance:
Tall and stocky. Scarred from years of service the Spiders, built like a linebacker.
Wears the Spider's traditional red and black, clothing varies but is typical of Spider gangers with a scew towards practical clothing
Spider gang tattoo on chest, spider webs on either elbow, spider tattoo on neck
Merits and Flaws (Required: 2 Flaws Minimum) :
Perceptive – Pays attention to those around him and their microexpressions and actions
Respected Ganger – Survived horrific wounds and battles, shows on his skin and with his tattoos
Nightmares- Light sleeper to the point of it effecting his waking life, suffers from ptsd but ignores it and self medicates best he can.
Physical/Emotional Trauma- Years of killing for the gang, among many other sins, bother the kernal of morality left within him, as well as various scars from autoguns and blades.
Biography: Born on Baal, in Hive Primus, the chief of the Hive cities dotting the wasteland that was the planet's surface, Agathocles found himself fortunate to be in the family he was.
Before the Age of Silence, his clan had resided on Necromunda. The Redmond Clan had established itself as integral members of the Spider Gang for untold generations before him, tending to make themselves indispensable members of the PDF and in turn the Necromunda 8th, whenever the muster call came. Being the enforcers of the planetary nobility had held it's perks, granting them a Clan home and some luxuries in a better level than your average factorum worker, but not quite that of those in the Spire. Violence was an accepted part of life and seen as vital to the continued survival of the clan, with their duty to House Van Saar, requiring frequent travel to the Underhive to dispense of Rival Gang members or move product or tech for their masters. Even during "peace time" on the planet, when the PDF or Guard wasn't engaged with Orks or some other threat from beyond the void, Redmonds found their lives to be those of soldiers. Their loyalty and blood repayed with retirements, though few made it to such an age, and the continued retention and growth of the Redmond clan, facilitated and supported by the planetary elite. The dependents of those in Service, gang or otherwise, rarely had to work beyond basic duties at the communal Redmond home. Except in times where the Clan was brought to the brink by the cost of duty, them they would be expected to take the roles of the fallen and uphold the family. With their pay they created their own internal support system for themselves, ensuring that orphans would stay within the family as opposed to being shipped off to some Imperial Academy or Orphanage. Unlike many of those living in the mega city, they were granted brief moments of levity within their own, private bubble, protected by others that actually gave a gak about their hides. At least, within the confines of their district.
Some youth rarely found themselves taken or volunteering for the Imperial Fists. Though the nature of the Adeptus Astartes chapter left their fates to mystery. If they ever had encountered them again it was from behind their helmets, and doubtless the Stoical discipline had prevented contact. Though it was just as likely that the kin had perished in the trials.
Such was the way of things for generations, until the 8th found itself called to Baal during the Age of Silence, responding dutifully to a call to assist the sector with one of the first fleets to respond. They found themselves fortunate to make it to the sector and not be torn apart by The Warp, like much of the responding fleet. The 8th fought during the Devastation of Baal and not having a path home, settled on the world as Dante began to turn it into a beacon of hope for the region, defying the wretched Gods of the Warp and the Xenos threatening to snuff out their light. The surviving Redmonds restablished themselves on Baal in the model of their ancestors, as gangers and soldiers, with a tighter clan bond than many. The Spiders now had two halves in two seperate parts of the galaxy, independent of each other with the lack of contact.
So began another cycle.
Agathocles found himself joining the Spider Clan at a young ago, as many of his folk, enamored with what he viewed as a bit of freedom in a tightly controlled society. He excelled at the ganger life, intelligent and appropriately vicious, focusing on little else as he moved into young adulthood. He worked long hours in the hive as both a lookout and muscle, protecting and projecting the Spiders authority for better than average pay for someone that lived on the level, though with a steep psychological toll. While Agathocles admittedly enjoyed the ganger lifestyle, extreme and often frequent violence was how the Spiders maintained their powerbase. He often found himself killing and executing teenagers like him. As the years dragged on his heart hardened to it, but the general feeling of wrongdoing remained, nagging at the back of his soul during quiet moments. Typical of both the gang and the Redmond clan, he kept it at bay with chems. As a young man he quickly rose through the ranks, putting all of his focus on it in a bid to avoid service in the Imperial Guard as many of his family did. Though he didn't speak of it publically, he viewed the whole enterprise as a meatgrinder, that ate up his kin with a hunger that made him disgusted. His family spoke so highly of the Imperial Way as it ate their young. The gang had a much lower attrition rate and a least offered the opportunity to truly advance the family, which became his goal as he aged, determined to begin the arduous work of seperating the Redmonds from their service, slowly but surely, and perhaps not acheivable in his lifetime, but he would try nonetheless. Years of his family's sacrifice had turned him bitter to what most in his family saw as a point of intense pride.
Agathocles dedication kept him out of the Guard, but he found himself drafted into the PDF along with his cousin Lucius, fighting in the underhive for a couple years in brutal, close quarters combat in a frontline Infantry Regiment before returning to the gang, receiving a promotion to a supervisor of sorts for level 42 in honor of his service to the Empire and the gang. Lucius went on to join IG, against Agathocles advise. The slightly older man returned to his duties sharper than before, the experiences im combat shaping his mind and muscles further into a mindset not disimilar to that of the gangs. The combination proved to be brutally effective. As many a Redmond before, Agathocles brought military tactics and structure to his section for years. Vice ran smoothly in his sector and he kept the others nearby in line, not allowing them to bring heat to the area, and if they did publically executing them. That was more for the Imperial Authorities than anyone else, public displays of loyalty, and the occasional labeling of a rival or troublemaker as a heretic before putting their brains on the concrete tended to keep them in the law's good graces. Inspite of any personal opinions, Agathocles had long ago learned to hide his face, play his hand correctly. Taxes must be paid, even if you despised the tax master. By the age of 28, Agathocles found himself in charge of a few levels, responsible for hundreds of gangers, and a few dozen of his kin among them, who's loyalty he'd secured through his own displays of loyalty to them. They were a family among the family, more joining every other month or so.
His work had just begun. He'd pull his kin out of the hole that was Imperial service they'd been stuck in for millenia, he'd just have to wait for the right moment.
Equipment: Autoguns, rifle/pistol, combat knife. Various blunt objects, swords, etc. Big fan of attacking with whatever is on hand.
Alias:
Species: Human
Age: 34
Homeworld: Baal, Hive Primaris, level just shy of the Spire Wall, District 42
Gender: Male
Height: 6'4
Weight: 220
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Skin: Pale
Psyker Grade: Pi
Occupation: Ganger, Spider Gang-Middle Management
Formerly: PDF Infantry, Enforcer/Dealer for the Spiders
Ranks and Titles: Spider, Bossman
Skills and Abilities:
Veteran Ganger- Years of fighting and scheming have produced a cunning, quick creature. Knows how to get things
Hive Folk- Excellent at surviving and thriving in the Hive, as with most of the Redmonds. Unlikely to be shanked by other locals.
Lucky- Limited PI ability manifests as a sixth sense of sorts on occassion, in the form of "feelings"
Appearance:
Tall and stocky. Scarred from years of service the Spiders, built like a linebacker.
Wears the Spider's traditional red and black, clothing varies but is typical of Spider gangers with a scew towards practical clothing
Spider gang tattoo on chest, spider webs on either elbow, spider tattoo on neck
Merits and Flaws (Required: 2 Flaws Minimum) :
Perceptive – Pays attention to those around him and their microexpressions and actions
Respected Ganger – Survived horrific wounds and battles, shows on his skin and with his tattoos
Nightmares- Light sleeper to the point of it effecting his waking life, suffers from ptsd but ignores it and self medicates best he can.
Physical/Emotional Trauma- Years of killing for the gang, among many other sins, bother the kernal of morality left within him, as well as various scars from autoguns and blades.
Biography: Born on Baal, in Hive Primus, the chief of the Hive cities dotting the wasteland that was the planet's surface, Agathocles found himself fortunate to be in the family he was.
Before the Age of Silence, his clan had resided on Necromunda. The Redmond Clan had established itself as integral members of the Spider Gang for untold generations before him, tending to make themselves indispensable members of the PDF and in turn the Necromunda 8th, whenever the muster call came. Being the enforcers of the planetary nobility had held it's perks, granting them a Clan home and some luxuries in a better level than your average factorum worker, but not quite that of those in the Spire. Violence was an accepted part of life and seen as vital to the continued survival of the clan, with their duty to House Van Saar, requiring frequent travel to the Underhive to dispense of Rival Gang members or move product or tech for their masters. Even during "peace time" on the planet, when the PDF or Guard wasn't engaged with Orks or some other threat from beyond the void, Redmonds found their lives to be those of soldiers. Their loyalty and blood repayed with retirements, though few made it to such an age, and the continued retention and growth of the Redmond clan, facilitated and supported by the planetary elite. The dependents of those in Service, gang or otherwise, rarely had to work beyond basic duties at the communal Redmond home. Except in times where the Clan was brought to the brink by the cost of duty, them they would be expected to take the roles of the fallen and uphold the family. With their pay they created their own internal support system for themselves, ensuring that orphans would stay within the family as opposed to being shipped off to some Imperial Academy or Orphanage. Unlike many of those living in the mega city, they were granted brief moments of levity within their own, private bubble, protected by others that actually gave a gak about their hides. At least, within the confines of their district.
Some youth rarely found themselves taken or volunteering for the Imperial Fists. Though the nature of the Adeptus Astartes chapter left their fates to mystery. If they ever had encountered them again it was from behind their helmets, and doubtless the Stoical discipline had prevented contact. Though it was just as likely that the kin had perished in the trials.
Such was the way of things for generations, until the 8th found itself called to Baal during the Age of Silence, responding dutifully to a call to assist the sector with one of the first fleets to respond. They found themselves fortunate to make it to the sector and not be torn apart by The Warp, like much of the responding fleet. The 8th fought during the Devastation of Baal and not having a path home, settled on the world as Dante began to turn it into a beacon of hope for the region, defying the wretched Gods of the Warp and the Xenos threatening to snuff out their light. The surviving Redmonds restablished themselves on Baal in the model of their ancestors, as gangers and soldiers, with a tighter clan bond than many. The Spiders now had two halves in two seperate parts of the galaxy, independent of each other with the lack of contact.
So began another cycle.
Agathocles found himself joining the Spider Clan at a young ago, as many of his folk, enamored with what he viewed as a bit of freedom in a tightly controlled society. He excelled at the ganger life, intelligent and appropriately vicious, focusing on little else as he moved into young adulthood. He worked long hours in the hive as both a lookout and muscle, protecting and projecting the Spiders authority for better than average pay for someone that lived on the level, though with a steep psychological toll. While Agathocles admittedly enjoyed the ganger lifestyle, extreme and often frequent violence was how the Spiders maintained their powerbase. He often found himself killing and executing teenagers like him. As the years dragged on his heart hardened to it, but the general feeling of wrongdoing remained, nagging at the back of his soul during quiet moments. Typical of both the gang and the Redmond clan, he kept it at bay with chems. As a young man he quickly rose through the ranks, putting all of his focus on it in a bid to avoid service in the Imperial Guard as many of his family did. Though he didn't speak of it publically, he viewed the whole enterprise as a meatgrinder, that ate up his kin with a hunger that made him disgusted. His family spoke so highly of the Imperial Way as it ate their young. The gang had a much lower attrition rate and a least offered the opportunity to truly advance the family, which became his goal as he aged, determined to begin the arduous work of seperating the Redmonds from their service, slowly but surely, and perhaps not acheivable in his lifetime, but he would try nonetheless. Years of his family's sacrifice had turned him bitter to what most in his family saw as a point of intense pride.
Agathocles dedication kept him out of the Guard, but he found himself drafted into the PDF along with his cousin Lucius, fighting in the underhive for a couple years in brutal, close quarters combat in a frontline Infantry Regiment before returning to the gang, receiving a promotion to a supervisor of sorts for level 42 in honor of his service to the Empire and the gang. Lucius went on to join IG, against Agathocles advise. The slightly older man returned to his duties sharper than before, the experiences im combat shaping his mind and muscles further into a mindset not disimilar to that of the gangs. The combination proved to be brutally effective. As many a Redmond before, Agathocles brought military tactics and structure to his section for years. Vice ran smoothly in his sector and he kept the others nearby in line, not allowing them to bring heat to the area, and if they did publically executing them. That was more for the Imperial Authorities than anyone else, public displays of loyalty, and the occasional labeling of a rival or troublemaker as a heretic before putting their brains on the concrete tended to keep them in the law's good graces. Inspite of any personal opinions, Agathocles had long ago learned to hide his face, play his hand correctly. Taxes must be paid, even if you despised the tax master. By the age of 28, Agathocles found himself in charge of a few levels, responsible for hundreds of gangers, and a few dozen of his kin among them, who's loyalty he'd secured through his own displays of loyalty to them. They were a family among the family, more joining every other month or so.
His work had just begun. He'd pull his kin out of the hole that was Imperial service they'd been stuck in for millenia, he'd just have to wait for the right moment.
Equipment: Autoguns, rifle/pistol, combat knife. Various blunt objects, swords, etc. Big fan of attacking with whatever is on hand.