Veteran Sergeant Corran Dann Level:
2 Hit points:
20 Atk Dice:
Skills: N/A until level 3
Corran was once vet. sgt. of a hardened veteran squad in the Catachan 8th. While on a mission on the lush jungle planet of Tanviem recovering a hidden weapons cache, they came under attack by seemingly legions of natives who had been corrupted by chaos. They set up a defensive perimeter and held out as best they could, but soon ammo and supplies ran low, the men were picked off one by one, and the enemy just kept coming.
The squad was overrun. Corran watched his men die one by one right in front of his eyes, every moment of it agony. He raised his autogun to fire, but he was out of ammo. As they drew ever closer, he knew his fate was sealed. Then he saw it. Sticking out from under a pile of bodies, bathed in the blood of the enemy - the eviscerator of the priest attached to their squad. He dove for the weapon, and lifted it out with all his might. He turned back to the droves of natives only metres away, and started in up with a roar. They froze in fear. That's when the real slaughter began.
Soaked in the blood of a hundred foes, Corran collapsed to the ground in exhaustion as the remaining natives either fled for their lives, or lay slowly dying in pools of blood. From out of nowhere came the sound of a deep, sinister laugh that echoed throughout the jungle. A shadowy figure stepped out from the trees - a chaos champion. "You..." Corran spat, "You did this..." The marine simply gazed at him with an eyeless stare, and replied eerily, "Thank you for the entertainment. Perhaps we shall meet again in another life..." and with that he drew his bolt pistol, and put two rounds in Corran's chest.
The next thing Corran knew, he awoke in the jungle in the dead of night, with two holes in his clothing, but no wounds. That, and the odd black tattoo on the inside of his forearm that looked somewhat like a triangle with four prongs branching out from the top.
Since that day he has roamed the galaxy, searching for the one responsible for the death of his squad, as well as his own. Description:
Tall and muscular, Corran looks like a typical Catachan fighter, with a few exceptions. He is heavily scarred,and wears a red bandanna and black goggles. On his back he carries the eviscerator that he used that fateful day, which is now his trademark, and the mysterious black tattoo on the inside of his arm. He prefers to wear black and dark green fatigues, as well as cammo paint. Equipment:
An eviscerator strapped to his back which he only removes when he means business, an autogun for firepower, a combat knife as a backup, rebreather, and several frag and krak grenades in pouches.