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ManofManyRoles
Fantasy and Sci-fi Enthusiast
Name: Thranis Tarivius
Appearance: Seven foot even in his armor (not counting attached mechanendrites). Rarely seen outside of his armor if he can help it, though those that have at least seen his face can identify him as a tanned, hairless male, with a diligent and studious look to him. Organic hands have been replaced with augmetic prosthesis in order to allow greater connection the machine. True to his learning, his armor is mechanicus red, with one pauldron the color of his chapter and their insignia, the other bearing the cog mechanicum in red.
Race: Space Marine
Faction: Red Cross Templars, as well as a member of the Adeptus Mechanicus
Rank: Tech-Librarian
Equipment: Tech Marine class artificer armor. Not a venerated set of artificer armor that one would rival Terminator armor, but a Tech Marine level, designed for better working with the machine, through previous generations of improvement.
Servo harness consisting of two servo arms, an omni tool, plasma cutter, fyceline torch, and a pair of bulkhead shears.
Omnissian Power Axe and Bolter. One frag and One krak grenade. Space Marine combat knife as well, as per tradition.
Personality: Thranis always tries to approach a situation from a logical and thought out standpoint, always searching for the 'perfect' solution, to an otherwise 'imperfect' situation. His thirst for knowledge is one painted from his chapter, and his teachings with the mechanicus, leading him to be quite inquisitive at times. A slow to anger individual, he is capable of calmly wading through death and risk should it be required, and can fight just as fervently for a vehicle or important piece of equipment, as if he was fighting to save a battle brother, if not harder.
Background: Recruited after passing his initiation trials, he is a part of the Red Cross Templars minority, in the fact he is not a psyker. After becoming a fully fledged member of his Astartes chapter, he spent thirty standard years on mars learning the way of the mechanicus as is mandatory tradition for prospective techmarines. Chosen for this due to his affinity with technology, he proved his worth and ability to learn the sacred rites required to appease a machine spirit, as well understand the teachings of the great Omnissiah. A member of his chapter for three hundred and twenty five standard years, he has shown to be reliable and steadfast, capable of repairing machine, erecting improvised defenses, maintaining chapter weapons, and fairing well in combat should it come to him. With the recent circumstances that has befallen his chapter and their ship the 'seeker', he has prepared himself to aid in any way necessary, be that in a field of combat, or repairing damages dealt to machine and ship.
Appearance: Seven foot even in his armor (not counting attached mechanendrites). Rarely seen outside of his armor if he can help it, though those that have at least seen his face can identify him as a tanned, hairless male, with a diligent and studious look to him. Organic hands have been replaced with augmetic prosthesis in order to allow greater connection the machine. True to his learning, his armor is mechanicus red, with one pauldron the color of his chapter and their insignia, the other bearing the cog mechanicum in red.
Race: Space Marine
Faction: Red Cross Templars, as well as a member of the Adeptus Mechanicus
Rank: Tech-Librarian
Equipment: Tech Marine class artificer armor. Not a venerated set of artificer armor that one would rival Terminator armor, but a Tech Marine level, designed for better working with the machine, through previous generations of improvement.
Servo harness consisting of two servo arms, an omni tool, plasma cutter, fyceline torch, and a pair of bulkhead shears.
Omnissian Power Axe and Bolter. One frag and One krak grenade. Space Marine combat knife as well, as per tradition.
Personality: Thranis always tries to approach a situation from a logical and thought out standpoint, always searching for the 'perfect' solution, to an otherwise 'imperfect' situation. His thirst for knowledge is one painted from his chapter, and his teachings with the mechanicus, leading him to be quite inquisitive at times. A slow to anger individual, he is capable of calmly wading through death and risk should it be required, and can fight just as fervently for a vehicle or important piece of equipment, as if he was fighting to save a battle brother, if not harder.
Background: Recruited after passing his initiation trials, he is a part of the Red Cross Templars minority, in the fact he is not a psyker. After becoming a fully fledged member of his Astartes chapter, he spent thirty standard years on mars learning the way of the mechanicus as is mandatory tradition for prospective techmarines. Chosen for this due to his affinity with technology, he proved his worth and ability to learn the sacred rites required to appease a machine spirit, as well understand the teachings of the great Omnissiah. A member of his chapter for three hundred and twenty five standard years, he has shown to be reliable and steadfast, capable of repairing machine, erecting improvised defenses, maintaining chapter weapons, and fairing well in combat should it come to him. With the recent circumstances that has befallen his chapter and their ship the 'seeker', he has prepared himself to aid in any way necessary, be that in a field of combat, or repairing damages dealt to machine and ship.
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Kabboom
very explody
Name: Econus "Cranky" Faven
Appearance: Standing at a stout 5'8, Econus barely stands out from the rank of Bold Shields' Guardsmen. But upon further scrutiny, his noticeable features stand out like an Ork in a hive-city: the knife scar on his chin, his prosthetic right eye glowing red from the targeting optical system inside it, and his hunched back, making him appear to be 5'6 instead. The cause of the hunched back is clear; a backpack power source for his gun. He is clad in regular flak armor, with additional bits of flak armor attached haphazardly as extra protection.
Race: Human
Faction: Imperial Guard
Rank: Sergeant
Equipment: Ryza Pattern Hot-shot Lasgun, Frag Grenades, Laspistol, Combat Knife, Extra layers of flak armor, helmet
Personality: Living true to his nickname, Cranky is, well, cranky. With the hotheaded temper to match his Hot-shot Lasgun, Econus is either the perfect Guardsman or the worst soldier, depending on the person asking the questions. Not one to think hard, he follows a simple mindset: see enemy, shoot till dead, repeat.
Background: Enlisting on Hexacola, Econus quickly rose through the ranks in the wars that he soon participated in, earning his nickname and his chin scar. Having seen a lot of teammates come and go, Faven is no stranger to hardship and combat, excelling in urban combat. Surviving by the skin of his teeth after each and every battle, Cranky soon became that go-to Sergeant whenever a position needed to be stormed, or a minefield crossed. He is loved by his squadmates but that's about it for his list of friends.
Appearance: Standing at a stout 5'8, Econus barely stands out from the rank of Bold Shields' Guardsmen. But upon further scrutiny, his noticeable features stand out like an Ork in a hive-city: the knife scar on his chin, his prosthetic right eye glowing red from the targeting optical system inside it, and his hunched back, making him appear to be 5'6 instead. The cause of the hunched back is clear; a backpack power source for his gun. He is clad in regular flak armor, with additional bits of flak armor attached haphazardly as extra protection.
Race: Human
Faction: Imperial Guard
Rank: Sergeant
Equipment: Ryza Pattern Hot-shot Lasgun, Frag Grenades, Laspistol, Combat Knife, Extra layers of flak armor, helmet
Personality: Living true to his nickname, Cranky is, well, cranky. With the hotheaded temper to match his Hot-shot Lasgun, Econus is either the perfect Guardsman or the worst soldier, depending on the person asking the questions. Not one to think hard, he follows a simple mindset: see enemy, shoot till dead, repeat.
Background: Enlisting on Hexacola, Econus quickly rose through the ranks in the wars that he soon participated in, earning his nickname and his chin scar. Having seen a lot of teammates come and go, Faven is no stranger to hardship and combat, excelling in urban combat. Surviving by the skin of his teeth after each and every battle, Cranky soon became that go-to Sergeant whenever a position needed to be stormed, or a minefield crossed. He is loved by his squadmates but that's about it for his list of friends.
Martydi
Herald of the Great Devourer
Name: Lurias Morrekus
Appearance: Lurias rarely takes off his armor, even when inside Astartes ships or structures. His armor is primarily colored white, with prime helix symbol on chest and right shoulder, with left shoulder retaining original coloring and chapter badge. Lurias' power armor is modified with a worklight sitting on top of the backpack, used for providing light to medical procedures in the field or when lights go out. Under the armor Morrekus is bald and pale, lacking any other defining features.
Race: Space Marine
Faction: Red Cross Templars
Rank: Apothecary
Equipment: Diagnostor helmet, power armour, bolt pistol, chainsword, narthecium, reductor, two frag and one krak grenade, notebook and pencil (do these things exist here? Everyone seems to be using ink for some reason)
Personality: Lurias is a pragmatic and cynical individual, prioritizing bloodless and quick resolution of the situation. He often disagrees with most of Imperial regulations and traditions, which results in abundant examples of apothecary arguing with inquisitors or commissars. As is the theme with this chapter, Morrekus has an insatiable thirst for knowledge, and pursuit of it has often ended up in conflicts with Inquisition (again). He has lived through a lot in this galaxy, and seems to know an abnormal amount of trivia and facts on majority of subject that may be brought up or encountered, even on things that usual marines are not aware even exist. Origin of such vast amounts of knowledge is unkown, to Inquisition's distaste (implied heresy lol). Any inquiries into this field are likely to be deflected by "I know someone from *insert approperiate formation for the situation*" or "I've read that somewhere, can't remember where".
Backstory: Lurias' life in the Templars has been fairly uninteresting, at least until purging campaign of agri world Frai IV. During a joint operation with the Salamanders, goal of which was to destroy a Webway portal, compications arose in the form of Aeldari reinforcements. During the ensuing firefight Webway entry was destroyed, trapping Lurias along with several Salamanders inside. What happened next was a mystery. Templar apothecary and nearly all the missing Salamanders appeared later out of different webway portal on a fortress world in the same system. They refused to speak of what happened there, merely mentioning killing a lot of Eldar, accidentaly intruding into several craftworlds, stumbling into several Webway structures and checking copious amounts of exits from the dimension before finally finding Imperial forces. After this incident, Lurias returned into service, although there was a noticeable spike in conflicts and arguments with the Inquisition.
Appearance: Lurias rarely takes off his armor, even when inside Astartes ships or structures. His armor is primarily colored white, with prime helix symbol on chest and right shoulder, with left shoulder retaining original coloring and chapter badge. Lurias' power armor is modified with a worklight sitting on top of the backpack, used for providing light to medical procedures in the field or when lights go out. Under the armor Morrekus is bald and pale, lacking any other defining features.
Race: Space Marine
Faction: Red Cross Templars
Rank: Apothecary
Equipment: Diagnostor helmet, power armour, bolt pistol, chainsword, narthecium, reductor, two frag and one krak grenade, notebook and pencil (do these things exist here? Everyone seems to be using ink for some reason)
Personality: Lurias is a pragmatic and cynical individual, prioritizing bloodless and quick resolution of the situation. He often disagrees with most of Imperial regulations and traditions, which results in abundant examples of apothecary arguing with inquisitors or commissars. As is the theme with this chapter, Morrekus has an insatiable thirst for knowledge, and pursuit of it has often ended up in conflicts with Inquisition (again). He has lived through a lot in this galaxy, and seems to know an abnormal amount of trivia and facts on majority of subject that may be brought up or encountered, even on things that usual marines are not aware even exist. Origin of such vast amounts of knowledge is unkown, to Inquisition's distaste (implied heresy lol). Any inquiries into this field are likely to be deflected by "I know someone from *insert approperiate formation for the situation*" or "I've read that somewhere, can't remember where".
Backstory: Lurias' life in the Templars has been fairly uninteresting, at least until purging campaign of agri world Frai IV. During a joint operation with the Salamanders, goal of which was to destroy a Webway portal, compications arose in the form of Aeldari reinforcements. During the ensuing firefight Webway entry was destroyed, trapping Lurias along with several Salamanders inside. What happened next was a mystery. Templar apothecary and nearly all the missing Salamanders appeared later out of different webway portal on a fortress world in the same system. They refused to speak of what happened there, merely mentioning killing a lot of Eldar, accidentaly intruding into several craftworlds, stumbling into several Webway structures and checking copious amounts of exits from the dimension before finally finding Imperial forces. After this incident, Lurias returned into service, although there was a noticeable spike in conflicts and arguments with the Inquisition.
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Tempestus
New Member
Name: Alesta Stryker
Appearance:
Race: Human
Faction: Bold Shields Guard Regiment
Rank: Guardsman
Equipment: Boltgun, knife. Standard loadout.
Personality: Alesta put up with a lot of crap from the day she began to walk. Bullying, misogyny, you name it, and it hasn't gotten any better since enlisting with the Guard. So her entire demeanor revolves around being a massive jerk to people because that's one of her defense mechanisms (aside from a rifle in her hands).
She comes off as a "try hard" and takes things "way too seriously" according to some of her bunkmates. One can imagine a chip on her shoulder - feeling the need to constantly prove herself "worthy" of the right to die in an Imperial uniform, no matter how lowly the unit.
Background:
Hers is a tale common among low born humans. Begotten by some butcher's boy and a swine herd's daughter, you could throw a stone as far as that lineage goes (not very far at all). Hexacole fancied itself a sort of fast track for growing up, which set the stage for her childhood. By the age of 7, Alesta was expected to be out in the fields managing the pens by day and selling chopped pork on the busy streets at night. With only a rusted knife to protect herself, she was accosted numerous times in her formative years. Robbed, beaten, or worse. But it was her duty as an able-bodied child to help provide for the family, and oh arent those the traits the Emperor seeks in his peasantry as future conscripts?
It's a miracle she even made it in to be honest. Commisars generally relieved themselves by separating male and female batallions, but this was Hexacole and these were desperate times. Out of the thousands that went off world to put down some Big Bad, only a skeleton force remained. Surely, Alesta thought herself fortunate for the chance to prove she mattered in a vast abysmal universe, but she would soon find out just how much she bargained for...
Appearance:
Race: Human
Faction: Bold Shields Guard Regiment
Rank: Guardsman
Equipment: Boltgun, knife. Standard loadout.
Personality: Alesta put up with a lot of crap from the day she began to walk. Bullying, misogyny, you name it, and it hasn't gotten any better since enlisting with the Guard. So her entire demeanor revolves around being a massive jerk to people because that's one of her defense mechanisms (aside from a rifle in her hands).
She comes off as a "try hard" and takes things "way too seriously" according to some of her bunkmates. One can imagine a chip on her shoulder - feeling the need to constantly prove herself "worthy" of the right to die in an Imperial uniform, no matter how lowly the unit.
Background:
Hers is a tale common among low born humans. Begotten by some butcher's boy and a swine herd's daughter, you could throw a stone as far as that lineage goes (not very far at all). Hexacole fancied itself a sort of fast track for growing up, which set the stage for her childhood. By the age of 7, Alesta was expected to be out in the fields managing the pens by day and selling chopped pork on the busy streets at night. With only a rusted knife to protect herself, she was accosted numerous times in her formative years. Robbed, beaten, or worse. But it was her duty as an able-bodied child to help provide for the family, and oh arent those the traits the Emperor seeks in his peasantry as future conscripts?
It's a miracle she even made it in to be honest. Commisars generally relieved themselves by separating male and female batallions, but this was Hexacole and these were desperate times. Out of the thousands that went off world to put down some Big Bad, only a skeleton force remained. Surely, Alesta thought herself fortunate for the chance to prove she mattered in a vast abysmal universe, but she would soon find out just how much she bargained for...
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MorgathosTheRussian
Follower of Sigmar's Holy Path
Name: Argo Ielgo of Mars
Appearance: Argo stands only a bit taller than his comrade Skitarii, and in many ways looks much like one of the Rangers, aside from a third eye hidden beneath his cloaks and a rust-colored fist that hums like a reactor. His entire mechanical body is made of blessed steel and titanium, forged in the holiest forges of Mars.
Race: Human, though by now, he is more metal than man
Faction: Mechanicus
Rank: Skitarii Alpha attached to the Imperial Guard
Equipment: A transonic blade hidden in his right arm, a stubcarbine, and several small trophies from past campaigns. The Touch of Mars, a rust-colored fist that emits large amounts of radiation at Argo's command.
Personality: Argo is like most Skitarii in many ways, but unlike his emotionless and mindless brethren, he maintains some degree of emotion and reason, and is not afraid to bend orders to do what he believes is best for the Mechanicus
History: Once he trusted in flesh, but it betrayed him. Once he made his flesh strong, but then it faltered. Once he believed his flesh eternal, but it decayed. Once he believed himself immortal, but then his flesh withered.
Argo Ielgo was once a devout servant of the God-Emperor, one of the Imperial Guard's finest commanders. He took to the frontlines with his comrades, striking down foes of the Emperor until he was wounded by a Nurglite blade. Upon the fields of battle, he was lost in dark and cruel dreams. But then he felt the cold touch of the Omnissah's chosen, and was awoke reborn anew on Mars. His flesh was stripped away and replaced with metal, which would not falter or wither. He saw the light of the Omnissah, and knew that he was blessed by him.
Once more he takes now to the frontlines, to fight the enemy alongside with comrades. But now he fights with a fervor unmatched by his brethren and a hate of decay that outmatches anything he felt before. He has been attached to this Imperial Guard regiment to provide support for these beings of flesh and bone... to find items of great value to the Mechanicus.
(Can we have two characters? I have a kinda good idea for a Space Marine.)
Appearance: Argo stands only a bit taller than his comrade Skitarii, and in many ways looks much like one of the Rangers, aside from a third eye hidden beneath his cloaks and a rust-colored fist that hums like a reactor. His entire mechanical body is made of blessed steel and titanium, forged in the holiest forges of Mars.
Race: Human, though by now, he is more metal than man
Faction: Mechanicus
Rank: Skitarii Alpha attached to the Imperial Guard
Equipment: A transonic blade hidden in his right arm, a stubcarbine, and several small trophies from past campaigns. The Touch of Mars, a rust-colored fist that emits large amounts of radiation at Argo's command.
Personality: Argo is like most Skitarii in many ways, but unlike his emotionless and mindless brethren, he maintains some degree of emotion and reason, and is not afraid to bend orders to do what he believes is best for the Mechanicus
History: Once he trusted in flesh, but it betrayed him. Once he made his flesh strong, but then it faltered. Once he believed his flesh eternal, but it decayed. Once he believed himself immortal, but then his flesh withered.
Argo Ielgo was once a devout servant of the God-Emperor, one of the Imperial Guard's finest commanders. He took to the frontlines with his comrades, striking down foes of the Emperor until he was wounded by a Nurglite blade. Upon the fields of battle, he was lost in dark and cruel dreams. But then he felt the cold touch of the Omnissah's chosen, and was awoke reborn anew on Mars. His flesh was stripped away and replaced with metal, which would not falter or wither. He saw the light of the Omnissah, and knew that he was blessed by him.
Once more he takes now to the frontlines, to fight the enemy alongside with comrades. But now he fights with a fervor unmatched by his brethren and a hate of decay that outmatches anything he felt before. He has been attached to this Imperial Guard regiment to provide support for these beings of flesh and bone... to find items of great value to the Mechanicus.
(Can we have two characters? I have a kinda good idea for a Space Marine.)
Karcen
Ten Thousand Club
Name: "Old man" Suriel
Appearance: like most he is 7 foot tall, a lighter complication. His face is youthful despite his advanced age, one thing that sets him out is that Suriel has longer than normal hair for a space marine at least for his chapter, it being shoulder length and jet black.
Race: space marine
Faction: red cross templars
Rank: master of the apothecarion
Equipment: Diagnostor helmet, mark 3 artificer power armour, bolt pistol, power sword, narthecium, reductor, two frag and one krak grenade
Personality: Suriel is far more human than many space marines you might meet, while he knows no fear he does know many things the space marines have forgotten. Suriel dies not worship the emperor and takes a dim view on those that do seeing it as better than the alternative. Suriel is best summed up as a cool old dude that has lived to long and is getting tired of life.
Background: Suriel is the oldest none dreadnaught member of the chapter having served for over 900 years despite his advanced age he still retains a youthful Appearance. This is Believed to be Because like all previous masters he is talented in biomancy. In the over 900 years he has served Suriel has earned many accolades and honors, still some of those old enough to remember Suriel before he took office say he changed rapidly after he did almost like he was someone else. Still none can doubt Suruel's devotion to the chapter. Since Suriel took office he has continued to serve going to the worst fights and always coming back alive no matter the odds.
Appearance: like most he is 7 foot tall, a lighter complication. His face is youthful despite his advanced age, one thing that sets him out is that Suriel has longer than normal hair for a space marine at least for his chapter, it being shoulder length and jet black.
Race: space marine
Faction: red cross templars
Rank: master of the apothecarion
Equipment: Diagnostor helmet, mark 3 artificer power armour, bolt pistol, power sword, narthecium, reductor, two frag and one krak grenade
Personality: Suriel is far more human than many space marines you might meet, while he knows no fear he does know many things the space marines have forgotten. Suriel dies not worship the emperor and takes a dim view on those that do seeing it as better than the alternative. Suriel is best summed up as a cool old dude that has lived to long and is getting tired of life.
Background: Suriel is the oldest none dreadnaught member of the chapter having served for over 900 years despite his advanced age he still retains a youthful Appearance. This is Believed to be Because like all previous masters he is talented in biomancy. In the over 900 years he has served Suriel has earned many accolades and honors, still some of those old enough to remember Suriel before he took office say he changed rapidly after he did almost like he was someone else. Still none can doubt Suruel's devotion to the chapter. Since Suriel took office he has continued to serve going to the worst fights and always coming back alive no matter the odds.
