Grips-To-Death
Grips-To-Death (he/him) is a 'reformed' Nar'Sie blood cultist murderer warrior. When he was younger, dumber, and brasher, he formed part of a cult responsible for taking over a random corporate research station, leading to a horrible bloodbath for every side involved when a clean-up squad eventually showed up.
He slipped through the cracks of the chaos and left the station knowing what was knocking at their door, laying low for a while and after giving up on cult life entirely. He's committed himself to a more.. 'moderate' form of worship.
He'd never tell a living soul, but truthfully he joined Security partly to "bask in glorious combat and bring glory to Her", although at least he's adamant about following the law while doing this. Something about a moral code...
In that regard, a mindshield helps restrain some of his violent tendencies, and although his attitude STILL raises an eyebrow or two of those in higher command positions, it's impossible to disagree about his effectiveness.
He is resourceful, charismatic, and an adept combatant himself that likes to lead from the frontlines. He is not afraid to diversify from regular SOP strategies if it means saving crew and slaughtering his enemies.
So long as he's on Nanotrasen's leash...
Grips has a stoic expression, but in his eyes there is still mercy to be found.
His body is sculpted strong and nimble like that of warriors of old Unathi tale.
Skin you can see is covered in scars and intricate patterns that zig-zag and contrast against volcanic black. Its hard to tell whether these are natural markings or tattoos in a forgotten language etched into his very scales.
Crimson tinted horns jut out of his skull like red spires climbing out of hell.