• Height & Weight: 6'3" and 220lbs
• Apparent Age: Adult
• Character Build: Toned
• Body Type: Bipedal
• Usual Clothing: oil stained tank top, lower half is fatigues that specifically is of the Marsillion military. Wears combat boots that have seen better days but receive plenty of love and care. Can be seen with his large pack more often than not when he isn't wearing his combat armor.
• Voice: Relatively average voice that isn't deep.
• Usual Scent: Oil, gunpowder and an awaiting explosion.

Full Description
Standing at 6'3", weighing at 220 pounds, blond haired, hazel eyed and rather laid back looking caucasian gent. Along his back, shoulder to shoulder, is a black Aquila with "412th Cadian" underneath.

Cypri 8, a broken factory world. Previously known for its production of standard arms, munitions and personal armor. It was an automatic target for Chaos forces early in the war due to its ability to assist in arming the Imperium. Prior the wars previously fought, all its factories destroyed and its earth burned. Much of the planet was left devistated by the destruction wrought and left without much in the way of life. Sickness, disease and genetic issues were a consistent. The people were largely left mutated and disgusting. Thankfully, some sectors were left relatively safe despite the rest of the world which in turn made it still habitable.

Born to be a "Son of the Emperor," Trenton lived as he always could. In constant worship of the Emperor whilst doing his best to assist his family and himself to survive. Starting at a young age, Trenton had an incessant need to tinker and understand mechanical devices, general machinery and "Doo-dads." Growing up in the ruins of his homeworld, a place ruined by war, strife and chaos itself, there was much to salvage and rebuild. A prime place for a young mechanius to grow and become simply more.

Upon a deary night whilst exploring the ruins of an ancient factory, Trenton stumbled upon the wreckage of great hulk underneath the rubble. From within this hulk came a voice to which Trenton answered and found his true calling. Restoration of the lost Mechanius Works. From this point on, he strove to rebuild and reconstruct whatever he could with whatever he had. Until the Imperium made a reappearance and whisked him along with many thousands of others away.

Upon reaching the world in question, Lorn V, things went to hell in a very rapid, freezing and deadly fashion. Forced into a squad of regulars and forced to fight, he scrambled for what he could. Fought as hard as he possibly could and eventually, disappeared.