Hand-Leader Cothro (a.k.a. "Bootlicker")
"Don't know. Don't care. Didn't ask."
Cothro whenever asked something important.
A devoted Hellion Legionnaire of the Fourth Imperial Body, leading one of its Fingers into battle. Cothro is strong like an ox and just as simple minded when it comes to Legion business.
Scars all over his body, even on his back. Missing a part of his right ear.
Well-shaved, chiseled and large face.
Tatoo of his name and breeding citadel over the heart.
Left-handed, scratches his right side when he's nervous.
Water manipulation (poor), body-strengthning magic (expert).
Apparel & Accessories
Official Demon Legion vestments. Yellow scarf on his left shoulder marking him as the leader of a Finger.
Cothro was born in Makarith. Clanless and batch-born like many others, he nonetheless made his way up the social ladder in the Red Citadel fairly quickly thanks to his constitution. Lacking in any specific skills other than brawling, he joined the Kratoth Legion because of a fascination with the organization's heroic history. Through his carrier and education he kept showing a high degree of respect to the Kratoth Legion and its chain of command,going so far as to completely switch personalities when addressing any of his superiors fitting his nickname of "Bootlicker". Oddly enough, the best friend he ended up making is the undisciplined Hellion Tal Zola, a younger, smarter, but more rebellious Hellion that serves as his partner. Preventing the mischievous girl from deserting is Cothro's most time consumming hobby.
Accomplishments & Achievements
Failures & Embarrassments
Is the laughing stock of some among the Legion who find the fact that Cothro learns nothing from his mistakes pretty hilarious. Botched an assignement because of his erronous assumptions more than once.
Affraid of drowning.
Dumb, instinctual, poor singer, great dancer.
Morality & Philosophy
If a superior says so, it must be so. Cothro never questions an order, no matter how stupid or suicidal. His actions are full of confidence without a shred of perspective.
Pleasing his superiors and serving the Empire is his raison-d'être. Stopping Zola from not serving the Empire "effectively" is another raison-d'être.
Stiff like a board whenever in public, he follows Legion etiquettes far too intensely to be taken seriously. He speaks clearly and without a hint of emotion at first, but often downgrades back into familiar territory after a bit of a push from his fellow soldiers. Such a circus often reoccurs the next day.
Makarithian accent. Uses short sentences. Has a lot of compliments in mind for whatever choice a superior might make. Not as resourceful when it comes to insults.
Date of Birth
4th of Summer
Year of Birth
531 AS 26 Years old
Dark brown, wide.
Aquamarine, perfectly short military cut.
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