Name: Joqin Ra’uta
Species: Human (Selenian)
Physical description: Standing at a rather average 175cm, he strikes a defined if wizened figure with a physique that once was athletic but has since been worn down by the years, though not without a fight. Wiry muscles work beneath creased sun-kissed skin, while any semblance of hair has long since vanished from his head. Dark vistas of tribal tattoos run across his chest and back, though only a few motifs climb to peek around his collar. A pair of blue eyes as clear as Selen’s oceans sit astride a strong nose, his wide lips often pressed into a contemplative line that may intimidate the unfamiliar recruit. Indentations of shrapnel ingress pockmark his brow, though mostly healed.
Personality and character quirks: Stern, calculative, and ruthless to action once committed, he leads with measured commands. Preferring to husband his strength and only committing on his own terms, he expects the troops under his command to do the same. Wasting time on pointless side objectives or harassing the enemy is viewed dourly.
Owing to his cybernetic additions, hasty bodge jobs with low-quality parts, there is a distinct if barely audible *tick* in his step as he walks. Most often it is imperceptible, but when he walks in silence, it becomes an almost ominous herald of his approach.
History: Joqin Ra’uta was born to a small fisher village in one of the many archipelagos of Selen’s equatorial waters. He was an avid swimmer in his youth and had a knack for understanding the fish they hunted for a living. Others said he had some supernatural talent, but in truth he merely observed the species and learned their traits to better guide the fishermen to catch their quarries.
Though he had been one of the spearmen and netters, he soon found leading and organising the hunts to yield more success for the tribe. And so, he relinquished his harpoon and became helmsman instead, a move almost unprecedented among his tribe for a man his age.
When the call to arms came, he begrudgingly answered. He had no particular drive to fight, but seeing it as a duty to protect his people, he volunteered to fill the quota.
He chafed against the dogmatic leadership in boot camp, not understanding or caring for the drill sergeants’ insistence on running them ragged doing pointless chores. This led to occasional disciplinary actions, but his record and skill saved him from further punishment.
Rising swiftly to junior leadership, he began to apply his old hunting mentalities. Studying his opponents to understand them, then guiding his forces to a singular, all-out assault upon them. Sometimes it led to disaster, but more often it did not, and the men who followed him spoke highly of his charisma and eye for command.
Promoted through the ranks as his unit faced combat and real enemies, Joqin obtained the rank of Captain when his luck ran out. He had been injured before, but this time an exploding vehicle almost ended his career. Horribly maimed, it took the medics a small miracle to save him, but the expediencies of field hospitals could not provide the care he needed.
As a result, he ended with three of four limbs replaced by cybernetics. His right arm and leg both completely gone, while the left was lost from the knee down. The limbs were of sub-par construction, but the best the medics had to hand. Even so, Joqin returned to the field before the war was over, leading his men to victory.
The highlight of his career came during the defence of Arx, where he successfully led a devastating counter-attack against the Collective forces among the planet’s canyons. The Collective forces, having depleted their momentum facing delaying actions from other units, were unprepared for the haywire devastation that Joqin’s unit brought upon them as they unleashed scores of EMP and Ion grenades upon the cybernetically enhanced legionnaires. Some say the radiation bleed was so intense Joqin himself spent half the battle in a paralyzed state, but not once did he falter in pursuing the destruction of Arcona’s enemies.