Pour dire qu'il était déçu était un euphémisme, Krull aimait vraiment les sièges. En fin de compte, il a été pris au piège dans cette démocratie, une invention infernale, et a été forcé d'aller sur l'escorte. Alors que l'Alamo entrait dans l'atmosphère, Krull se retira dans sa chambre pour faire les bons rites pour la bataille à venir. Plaqués d'armure, bracelets en cuir, bouts de papier barrant les litanies de guerre, et une pièce d'or cachée sous ses enveloppes faciales. Krull était prêt.
Ses marches lourdes se joignirent au choeur pendant que le groupe se dirigeait vers le navire de transport. Sa déception forma une fronce sur son visage, qui devait avoir l'air d'un éternuement pour n'importe qui d'autre, car tous les non-mercenaires l'empêchaient de prendre plusieurs bras. Alors que les explosions sonnaient dans l'air, il soulevait ses esprits et Krull devenait plus réceptif à son environnement, écoutant les mots de Johns alors qu'ils laissaient sa tête casque. Krull donna un grognement et courut vers le transport, l'atteignant en un rien de temps. Une fois qu'il est entré dans le navire, il a commencé à cartographier son intérieur dans sa tête, gardant toujours une oreille ouverte pour les problèmes qu'il a explorés.
Name: Krull

Stands just below eight feet tall, the average of his species.
Race: Goralian
Gender: Male
Age: 103 years
Background: Krull began life humbly, as all Goralians do, clawing his way up the birthing pits. From their he only did what came naturally, war. You see, as a whole the Goralian race is a savage, war obsessed race who put the "Honorable War" above all things. And so he went, collecting trophies and siring strong children until the day "The Sky Fell" nearly fifty years ago. When the revelation came that there were other things they could kill, the Goralian people gladly lept at the chance to add new skulls to the trophy racks. Unfortunately that meant attacking anyone who landed on the planet. When someone was finally able to crack the language barrier an agreement was struck up fairly quickly, come onto the ships and fight our wars. And fight they did, HE did. Krull was one of the first to accept the offer and since then he has traveled through the stars, bouncing between mercenary companies and random buyers. It's been only recently that he has joined the Starfire Company.
Personality: Brutal, savage, and oddly noble, Krull is a paragon of Goralian values. He will never stab one in the back, or shoot you in the back for that matter as that is both cowardly and dishonorable. Battle is his only calling and meat his preferred currency, literally. Krull holds currency in low standing, instead he prefers the barter system back on Goral. At the end of the day, Krull wants 4 to 5 things. Battle, trophies, meat, and woman....sometimes men.
Gear:
-Scavenged Armor and Gnarl wraps, Traditional Goralian armor. Minimal plating with focus on the torso, groin, and the knees down. Strong enough to block small arms fire entirely but falls short to higher caliber weapons.
-Hammerburst, primitive by most civilizations standards the Hammerburst is nonetheless effective at bringing individuals down because of the considerable force behind the slugs which have been known to knock people off their feet regardless of armor.
-Cleaver, a multipurpose tool, the Goralian cleaver is meant to slice through meat, bone, and some armors.
Personal Ship: N/A