Well I doubt that a sister would go against the direct of an inquisitor not to shoot her valued "prisoner".mcpop9 said:
Give me a minute and ill post my character sheet.
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Name: Solomon Militiam/ Languorem
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Career Path: Demon Host/ traitor marine/ demon prince
Chaos God: Nurgle
Rank: Demon Prince
Weapons: None, currently bond in the body of Solomon. Languorem is still able to use powerful psychic abilities and take incredible punishment for a non mortal but is limited while bound inside a mortal. If unbound he wields a horrible plague blade called Unending Suffering.
Armor: None, wears the filthy rags of the mortal Solomon. However, in his true demon prince form Languorem his demonic corrupted flesh has molded with his old terminator armor and parts of the armor are still visible.
Appearance: similar to the appearance of a lord of change, Solomon is a regularly built Caucasian male. He is obviously stricken with some kind of horrible sickness, having oozing wounds and all sorts of boils covering his flesh.
Use his this picture as a reference:
http://www.games-workshop.com/MEDIA_CustomProductCatalog/m1251624_99110102094_CSMNurgleDPrincemain_445x319.jpg
Build: Bloated from the possession of Languorem.
Height: 5'11
Bio: Languorem was an original member of the Death Guard traitor legion and was a member of the Death Guard's first company, and like most of his legion followed the war master Horus and his primach Mortarion during the Horus Heresy. After the defeat of Horus the traitor legions fled to the eye of terror and broke apart into separate war bands, each led by a chaos champion. During this time Languorem made his mark by becoming a very successful chaos lord and leading his plague marines in 5 of Abbadon's Black Crusades. During this time Languorem received multiple gifts from Nurgle and eventually transcended to become a demon prince. After his ascension he continued to lead his war band for 3 years, until a group grey knights slaughtered his war band and banished him to the warp. Languorem spent thousands of years traveling the warp until he was summoned into the mortal Solomon Militam.
(Mcpop9 you can decide how we meet, how long we've traveled together, etc.)
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Career Path: Demon Host/ traitor marine/ demon prince
Chaos God: Nurgle
Rank: Demon Prince
Weapons: None, currently bond in the body of Solomon. Languorem is still able to use powerful psychic abilities and take incredible punishment for a non mortal but is limited while bound inside a mortal. If unbound he wields a horrible plague blade called Unending Suffering.
Armor: None, wears the filthy rags of the mortal Solomon. However, in his true demon prince form Languorem his demonic corrupted flesh has molded with his old terminator armor and parts of the armor are still visible.
Appearance: similar to the appearance of a lord of change, Solomon is a regularly built Caucasian male. He is obviously stricken with some kind of horrible sickness, having oozing wounds and all sorts of boils covering his flesh.
Use his this picture as a reference:
http://www.games-workshop.com/MEDIA_CustomProductCatalog/m1251624_99110102094_CSMNurgleDPrincemain_445x319.jpg
Build: Bloated from the possession of Languorem.
Height: 5'11
Bio: Languorem was an original member of the Death Guard traitor legion and was a member of the Death Guard's first company, and like most of his legion followed the war master Horus and his primach Mortarion during the Horus Heresy. After the defeat of Horus the traitor legions fled to the eye of terror and broke apart into separate war bands, each led by a chaos champion. During this time Languorem made his mark by becoming a very successful chaos lord and leading his plague marines in 5 of Abbadon's Black Crusades. During this time Languorem received multiple gifts from Nurgle and eventually transcended to become a demon prince. After his ascension he continued to lead his war band for 3 years, until a group grey knights slaughtered his war band and banished him to the warp. Languorem spent thousands of years traveling the warp until he was summoned into the mortal Solomon Militam.
(Mcpop9 you can decide how we meet, how long we've traveled together, etc.)
Excuse my laziness I just googled Gregor Eisenhorn and clicked and linked the first link.Ryans Solution said:
Ooc - do not have Skype do not intend to use it.
Ic -
Name: Cassius Mardak
age: 41
Gender: male
Career path: adeptus mechanicus
Chapter or order: skitarii
Rank: praetorian tribune
Weapons: Godwin pattern bolter with hellfire rounds, left arm houses an in built Melta gun, bionic eye replacement for long range analysis
Armor: articifcier armor (counts as powered armor)
Appearance: Cassius is a massive bulk of flesh and metal made one. Surgically grafted into an armored suit, he is covered head to toe in armor and bionics. What little is left of his face stares unblinking towards his targets, while his mind impulse bionic cluster interacts with his strategy routines and implanted weaponry. His aror is painted red and silver like the magos he was altered to serve.
Build: armored
Height: 7'4 feet tall
Bio: Cassius was born on mars, the subject of the tech-priests bio science division to create tech guard officers capable of developing new combat strategies on the fly. He was engineered to be a skitarii tribune, to lead the armed forces branch of the mechanicus. As a praetorian, he was assigned to the elite warriors, with his advanced tactical analysis patterns leading the mechanicus to victories. He is utterly dedicated to upholding the will of the omnissiah, and will react swiftly and violently to any that might blaspheme against the machine god. Ave machina
Ic -
Name: Cassius Mardak
age: 41
Gender: male
Career path: adeptus mechanicus
Chapter or order: skitarii
Rank: praetorian tribune
Weapons: Godwin pattern bolter with hellfire rounds, left arm houses an in built Melta gun, bionic eye replacement for long range analysis
Armor: articifcier armor (counts as powered armor)
Appearance: Cassius is a massive bulk of flesh and metal made one. Surgically grafted into an armored suit, he is covered head to toe in armor and bionics. What little is left of his face stares unblinking towards his targets, while his mind impulse bionic cluster interacts with his strategy routines and implanted weaponry. His aror is painted red and silver like the magos he was altered to serve.
Build: armored
Height: 7'4 feet tall
Bio: Cassius was born on mars, the subject of the tech-priests bio science division to create tech guard officers capable of developing new combat strategies on the fly. He was engineered to be a skitarii tribune, to lead the armed forces branch of the mechanicus. As a praetorian, he was assigned to the elite warriors, with his advanced tactical analysis patterns leading the mechanicus to victories. He is utterly dedicated to upholding the will of the omnissiah, and will react swiftly and violently to any that might blaspheme against the machine god. Ave machina
the small ones are some of the most important of everyone.Athol said:
my acolyte (her sheet will be posted soon, along with my inquisitor's.) stands at 5 ft 3 and isn't a real fighter. She's shy and is tormented nightly by chaos forces influencing her dreams. She's the weakest of the group and least courageous until her emotions are toppled.Redryhno said:
everyone can make a difference.
Don't worry my character is basically an ugly human who can survive a bolter round. He is no match for most people in our party unless he somehow escapes his hosts body.mcpop9 said:
Skype: Yes
I'll give it out when I need to ;p
Name: Adam Diringer
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Career Path: Hive City Necromundia: Level 1305, Section 32-A Cleaning Technitian
Manager
Chapter Order: Civilian
Rank: What?
Weapons: Whatever is given to him
Armor: Whatever is given to him
Appearance: Adam is a fairly in shape slightly malnoursihed looking male. Pale skin
(lack of sun will do that to you) Brown frazzled hair that he refers to as being "free"
soft green eyes, clean cut, slightly athletic build, standing at about 6 feet.
Bio:
Oh man living in a hive city since birth is so awesome! Who wouldn't be jealous
overcrowding, working 12+ hours a day since you were 10 or having the Same meal every
day until... until Forever! Horay!
Adam a city Hive dweller. There is absolutaly nothing extrodinary to him.
While he was growing up he did several different jobs through the city. Processing
waste, preparing food, boxing up supplies. Every couple of years Someone a lot higher
on the food change would decide to arbitraily move him around.
Adam being of a rather quick wit and well read to boot, finally fixed this problem.
With a lot of reading up and drudging through those awful awful hive city doctrines,
an ass load of ass kissing, and maybe a few underhanded tactics he wound up in charge
of a small band of janitors responsible for cleaning up for a certain block of
unimportant boarding houses. You must understand this is a pretty cush job and being
in charge of anyone would bestow a certain amount of pride in any lowly hive dweller.
All that changed though when one day some damn cultist decided they wanted to go chaos
on everyone's asses. It was good old grandfather Nurgle who unleashed the plague apon
the Hive City. As you could immagine a plaugue... warp induced magical plague at that
is quite super effective against a city. It was a simple plague that caused the bodies
to rot away, well mostly. When the inflicted died they'd release a swarm of flies that
then infect more people, and on the cycle went. That might not even be the worst part.
After being rescently expired the dead would come alive again and actively kill anything
they could get there hands on.
Now Adam is smarter than your average hive rat. Well, he's actaully a god damn genius
if he really had any concept of what that was. Any sort of education system is nonexistant in
those hell holes. The only thing matched by Adams quick with and intellegence is his
survival instincts, or maybe its just some sort of insane luck who really knows.
Some how on sheer instincts Adam decided the only way out was up. No one really knows how
Adam got into the higher sections of the hive city or even how he knew who the VIPs were or
even how he new to stay close to them in such a crisis to increase his chances of surviable
but he did. As it turned out he did get picked up with a bunch of scientists (he thinks) and
was quickly quarintied. As it turns out out of everyone Adam was the only one not infected.
Not by anything he did, somehow he possessed some sort of immunity to the disease. They had all the victims paired off in rooms. Atticus managed to kill his zombified roomate (his name was fred) with a broken off peice of his bedpost and a fork he used for eating.
They probably would of killed him too if it wasn't for the Inquisitor. So he went from one laboratory to another. Eventually the Inquisitor deemed him free of infection and Adam was allowed be free again. But he wasn't truly free, he had to stay with the Inquisitor to be studied. All in all though being in charge of a cleaning crew for an Inquisitors ship is a dream come true. At least you don't eat meat sponge everyday.
Adam at his core is a survior. He isn't nessacarily a coward but always looks at things logically. He's incredibly quick witted and loves to read. He uses his sense of humor as a mask to get him through all of the horrible things he's seen and will never addmit how much it truely eats away at him from the inside.
I'll give it out when I need to ;p
Name: Adam Diringer
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Career Path: Hive City Necromundia: Level 1305, Section 32-A Cleaning Technitian
Manager
Chapter Order: Civilian
Rank: What?
Weapons: Whatever is given to him
Armor: Whatever is given to him
Appearance: Adam is a fairly in shape slightly malnoursihed looking male. Pale skin
(lack of sun will do that to you) Brown frazzled hair that he refers to as being "free"
soft green eyes, clean cut, slightly athletic build, standing at about 6 feet.
Bio:
Oh man living in a hive city since birth is so awesome! Who wouldn't be jealous
overcrowding, working 12+ hours a day since you were 10 or having the Same meal every
day until... until Forever! Horay!
Adam a city Hive dweller. There is absolutaly nothing extrodinary to him.
While he was growing up he did several different jobs through the city. Processing
waste, preparing food, boxing up supplies. Every couple of years Someone a lot higher
on the food change would decide to arbitraily move him around.
Adam being of a rather quick wit and well read to boot, finally fixed this problem.
With a lot of reading up and drudging through those awful awful hive city doctrines,
an ass load of ass kissing, and maybe a few underhanded tactics he wound up in charge
of a small band of janitors responsible for cleaning up for a certain block of
unimportant boarding houses. You must understand this is a pretty cush job and being
in charge of anyone would bestow a certain amount of pride in any lowly hive dweller.
All that changed though when one day some damn cultist decided they wanted to go chaos
on everyone's asses. It was good old grandfather Nurgle who unleashed the plague apon
the Hive City. As you could immagine a plaugue... warp induced magical plague at that
is quite super effective against a city. It was a simple plague that caused the bodies
to rot away, well mostly. When the inflicted died they'd release a swarm of flies that
then infect more people, and on the cycle went. That might not even be the worst part.
After being rescently expired the dead would come alive again and actively kill anything
they could get there hands on.
Now Adam is smarter than your average hive rat. Well, he's actaully a god damn genius
if he really had any concept of what that was. Any sort of education system is nonexistant in
those hell holes. The only thing matched by Adams quick with and intellegence is his
survival instincts, or maybe its just some sort of insane luck who really knows.
Some how on sheer instincts Adam decided the only way out was up. No one really knows how
Adam got into the higher sections of the hive city or even how he knew who the VIPs were or
even how he new to stay close to them in such a crisis to increase his chances of surviable
but he did. As it turned out he did get picked up with a bunch of scientists (he thinks) and
was quickly quarintied. As it turns out out of everyone Adam was the only one not infected.
Not by anything he did, somehow he possessed some sort of immunity to the disease. They had all the victims paired off in rooms. Atticus managed to kill his zombified roomate (his name was fred) with a broken off peice of his bedpost and a fork he used for eating.
They probably would of killed him too if it wasn't for the Inquisitor. So he went from one laboratory to another. Eventually the Inquisitor deemed him free of infection and Adam was allowed be free again. But he wasn't truly free, he had to stay with the Inquisitor to be studied. All in all though being in charge of a cleaning crew for an Inquisitors ship is a dream come true. At least you don't eat meat sponge everyday.
Adam at his core is a survior. He isn't nessacarily a coward but always looks at things logically. He's incredibly quick witted and loves to read. He uses his sense of humor as a mask to get him through all of the horrible things he's seen and will never addmit how much it truely eats away at him from the inside.
Hope this works.
I've done what needed to be done for many hours. Everything should be in order.
Username: Tiger Sora. Or it may be all one word.
Name: Kelvistine Ferosis
Age: 41
Gender: Female
Career Path: Commissariat
Chapter or Order: Valhallan 701st Infantry "Ice Wraiths". On liaison with Inquisition.
Rank: Commissar
Weapons: Chainsword, Bolt Pistol.
Armor: A golden breastplate with the Aquila engraved across the breast. She also wears shin guards that bear spikes on the knee guard portion of the armor. This is the actual armor she wears over her Commissarial clothing, which offers very little protection otherwise.
Appearance: Fair colored hair, the length braided into a ponytail that is just longer than the collar of her greatcoat, light green eyes. The high peaked cap, undercoat, black pants and combat boots. These are not as finely adorned as many Commissars uniforms. Her chainsword hangs off on the left side of an elegant belt with the bolt pistol and holster on the right. The last item is the red sash wrapped around her waist, a symbol of the power she's been given.
Build: Not thin like some aristocratic heiress, rather strongly build with good proportions.
Height: Five foot eleven inches.
Bio: "Never in all the years I've been a full fledge Commissar have I seen such a fine act of cowardice" - Kelvistine Ferosis words when executing the ranking PDF officer for fleeing the battle when the chips were down.
Kelvistine was born on the backwater world of Viridia. Her father was a member of the PDF and was inducted into the Imperial Guard for the planets tithes of guardsmen and was KIA. Her mother passed away when she was young and she was brought in to the Schola Progenium. Throughout her schooling she showed absolute devotion to the Emperor, preformed above average in schooling and combat training. Her skill and zeal had taken notice and when ready she was sent to join a Commissar Cadet squadron with the Valhallan 425th Light Infantry.
She and 7 other cadets were under the eye of Commissar Desmond Luth. A sensible man who'd seek victory without wasting soldiers, retreat was never an option though. Fall back tactics were if the order was given. Commissar Luth instilled his skills and beliefs into them. Many who would become Commissars followed the text book examples. Victory at all cost. Kelvistine was not blinded by what they were supposed to be, she sometimes took to her own devices to do what she felt be done to achieve victory. Sometimes she was praised and others reprimanded for jeprodisring the line by leading a charge or her fellow cadets tossing the blame on her. The vast majority of the Commissariat would of executed her on the spot for these infractions. But Luth from personal experience knew that an inflexible soldier was always the first to break, and one that can move to the changing tides of battle and perhaps she could even read them, would go on to greater things. So he never did because he knew she'd grow to be an excellent and inspirational leader.
3 years under Commissar Luth's tutelage on the front line of many campaigns (Mostly fighting Orks and on rarer occasions chaotic forces) he felt her ready to advance to a full Commissar. Being the first of her cadet squad to achieve the honor. The inauguration ceremony was nothing of particular note, other than that it was short. She was given her chainsword and bolt pistol every Commissar is given at the beginning of their career. Along with a freshly tailored to size Commissarial uniform.
Now Commissar Kelvistine Ferosis was of status, she was to undertake her first posting. Thankfully Luth had paved the start of her path so she was posted to a rather new Valhallan regiment, the Valhallan 701st Infantry "Ice Wraiths". Her first months to the regiment faired very poorly. The troopers shunned her. (Though not to odd for a non Valhallan to be so but it seemed worse that her initial time in a Valhallan regiment). The officers were reluctant to take advice but tended to do so under the gaze of a fresh fiery Commissar. Kel worked for months and into the years to build up the relationship with the regiment. She always took the most dangerous roles that needed to be undertaken. Always sought for the care and well being of the troops. She needed them to like her, trust and follow without hesitation. Kel knew so long as she had the troopers on the good side she wouldn't get shot or suffer a worse fate. So through these acts of bravery, care and attention along with others she had her troopers and officers on her side. Through the many years served with the 701st she'd formed a friendship with the commanding officers, Colonel Terith and Captain Aerrli. And afew with some of the troopers. These were somewhat harder to maintain, but she managed.
For an unknown reason, a member of the Inquisition has requested (An order when the Inquisition requests something) her aid. Kelvistine is loath to leave the regiment she's been able to call home for many a year now, and the few friends she's been able to make. This can't be ignored though. She vowed to come back to her beloved 701st, and come Chaos or high heresy will anything stand in the way of that vow.
Age: 41
Gender: Female
Career Path: Commissariat
Chapter or Order: Valhallan 701st Infantry "Ice Wraiths". On liaison with Inquisition.
Rank: Commissar
Weapons: Chainsword, Bolt Pistol.
Armor: A golden breastplate with the Aquila engraved across the breast. She also wears shin guards that bear spikes on the knee guard portion of the armor. This is the actual armor she wears over her Commissarial clothing, which offers very little protection otherwise.
Appearance: Fair colored hair, the length braided into a ponytail that is just longer than the collar of her greatcoat, light green eyes. The high peaked cap, undercoat, black pants and combat boots. These are not as finely adorned as many Commissars uniforms. Her chainsword hangs off on the left side of an elegant belt with the bolt pistol and holster on the right. The last item is the red sash wrapped around her waist, a symbol of the power she's been given.
No battle armor, weapons or weapons belt.
Build: Not thin like some aristocratic heiress, rather strongly build with good proportions.
Height: Five foot eleven inches.
Bio: "Never in all the years I've been a full fledge Commissar have I seen such a fine act of cowardice" - Kelvistine Ferosis words when executing the ranking PDF officer for fleeing the battle when the chips were down.
Kelvistine was born on the backwater world of Viridia. Her father was a member of the PDF and was inducted into the Imperial Guard for the planets tithes of guardsmen and was KIA. Her mother passed away when she was young and she was brought in to the Schola Progenium. Throughout her schooling she showed absolute devotion to the Emperor, preformed above average in schooling and combat training. Her skill and zeal had taken notice and when ready she was sent to join a Commissar Cadet squadron with the Valhallan 425th Light Infantry.
She and 7 other cadets were under the eye of Commissar Desmond Luth. A sensible man who'd seek victory without wasting soldiers, retreat was never an option though. Fall back tactics were if the order was given. Commissar Luth instilled his skills and beliefs into them. Many who would become Commissars followed the text book examples. Victory at all cost. Kelvistine was not blinded by what they were supposed to be, she sometimes took to her own devices to do what she felt be done to achieve victory. Sometimes she was praised and others reprimanded for jeprodisring the line by leading a charge or her fellow cadets tossing the blame on her. The vast majority of the Commissariat would of executed her on the spot for these infractions. But Luth from personal experience knew that an inflexible soldier was always the first to break, and one that can move to the changing tides of battle and perhaps she could even read them, would go on to greater things. So he never did because he knew she'd grow to be an excellent and inspirational leader.
3 years under Commissar Luth's tutelage on the front line of many campaigns (Mostly fighting Orks and on rarer occasions chaotic forces) he felt her ready to advance to a full Commissar. Being the first of her cadet squad to achieve the honor. The inauguration ceremony was nothing of particular note, other than that it was short. She was given her chainsword and bolt pistol every Commissar is given at the beginning of their career. Along with a freshly tailored to size Commissarial uniform.
Now Commissar Kelvistine Ferosis was of status, she was to undertake her first posting. Thankfully Luth had paved the start of her path so she was posted to a rather new Valhallan regiment, the Valhallan 701st Infantry "Ice Wraiths". Her first months to the regiment faired very poorly. The troopers shunned her. (Though not to odd for a non Valhallan to be so but it seemed worse that her initial time in a Valhallan regiment). The officers were reluctant to take advice but tended to do so under the gaze of a fresh fiery Commissar. Kel worked for months and into the years to build up the relationship with the regiment. She always took the most dangerous roles that needed to be undertaken. Always sought for the care and well being of the troops. She needed them to like her, trust and follow without hesitation. Kel knew so long as she had the troopers on the good side she wouldn't get shot or suffer a worse fate. So through these acts of bravery, care and attention along with others she had her troopers and officers on her side. Through the many years served with the 701st she'd formed a friendship with the commanding officers, Colonel Terith and Captain Aerrli. And afew with some of the troopers. These were somewhat harder to maintain, but she managed.
For an unknown reason, a member of the Inquisition has requested (An order when the Inquisition requests something) her aid. Kelvistine is loath to leave the regiment she's been able to call home for many a year now, and the few friends she's been able to make. This can't be ignored though. She vowed to come back to her beloved 701st, and come Chaos or high heresy will anything stand in the way of that vow.
Same here. Well at least with my Imperial Guardsmen with an enlarged laser pointer, and small paper clipAthol said:
And Athol I like your character. That's why I play IG. Being a normal human in the 40k universe is ridiculous! Space Marines act all tough but they run around in tank armor! Not to mention have two hearts, spit acid, increased stamina ect ect... Being human in a world with tyranids, necrons, orkz, Dark Eldar, Chaos demons, and all sorts of others makes craziness makes me feel
very humble and far from the top of the food chain. Which makes it even better when regular humans, The imperial guard face these foes and bring them down with sheer relentlessness. Plus It reminds all those space marines exactly what they are fighting for or why they fight. For the common mans survival. I hope that character gets to play.
very humble and far from the top of the food chain. Which makes it even better when regular humans, The imperial guard face these foes and bring them down with sheer relentlessness. Plus It reminds all those space marines exactly what they are fighting for or why they fight. For the common mans survival. I hope that character gets to play.