Rank: Gunnery Sergeant
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The following is within Corrin's Personnel file and requires his or a command officer's permission to read.
"I was raised to wield this sword with a sense of honor integrity, and a strong sense of knowing. Since it was passed down to me by my forefathers, who only recently broke from the Kah'Rul. I was already born on one of the last carriers where my kind were kept. My father initiating the final signal to rebel, handing the sword off to me as I escaped. Save for the other Dasarin escaping with me, I was now alone. My father, the only family I had. He did what he could to train me before this moment. I ran until I could not run anymore. I traveled for about six years, growing up in the wastelands, surviving, helping the few villages and refugees I could in my quest to find my father. To see if he found a way out. The Kah'Rul had caught up to me, searching for my sword. They chased me to the fringe. Collapsing in the cold snow, saved in a heaping mound that piled on top of me, my ambient heat turned it into an igloo as I slept. I had to use the sword's heat to melt myself out. I was still starving, however. And the cold can only be fended off for so long. I was found by some scouts within the Initiative. Another Dasarin, a younger Sergeant at the time. Mark, who was born of free Dasarin parents whose forefathers had already joined the resistance. He had one. So did some of his friends. At first I feared they were still Kah'Rul loyal, knights who swore their name to those swords like in the days of old. But when they took me away in my weakened state, I was not taken back to my old masters. Instead, I was brought underground. I've been willingly doing what they needed of me ever since, on the condition that I be allowed to continue looking for my father, and any sign of him be brought to me as soon as it is found."