Player Bios:

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Player: Jacobus
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Name:Kolia Meert

Age: 47

Height: Five Ten

Weight: 160

Eyes: cold grey

Hair: greying black

General Appearance: Lan is a stocky man who carries himself close, but proudly. He moves with a subtle, but deadly grace. His gear is distributed over his person easily, ammo sitting in the pouches of the tac. vest he wears over his flak armour. He keeps the brim of his patrol cap low over his eyes. His face is rugged, featuring a raged scar down his left cheek. The Imperial eagle is tattoed in black lines on his right forhead, the words Candar Forever, underneath it.

Background: Raised on Candar by his mother, Kolia learned to care for himself early in life. His mother worked for the local scholam, teaching arithmetic and english to the children. When he was a teen he fell in with one of the many gangs on Candar. He quickly rose to the top and turned the gang from its original path of drug trafficking and murdering, towards the emperors holy work. Under his leadership, the gang took the name of the Holy Eagles Talon and began a systematic cleansing of the other gangs in the city of Ottava.

6 years later the call came from the adminstratum for the planet to raise 25 new guard regiments to be shipped throughout the segmentum. Kolia was rounded up among many of his fellow ganger's and was assigned to the newly created Candarian 212th. For many years the regiment saw fierce fighting on the outskirts of Imperial space. Serving in many notable engagements against the Tau, orks and the forces of chaos. The regiment was whittled down over the years till only 2 scratch companies off around 300 fierce veterans remained, of a regiment that once numbered in the tens of thousands. The Administratum, in all its infinite wisdom, decided to attach this regiment to the Naval fleet heading to Arx. Once there they divided up the remaining members of the regiment into other regiments, promoting them and divieing out their hard gained experience as well as they could. Kolia himself got stuck with the Stygian's and is now serving as a squad leader and platoon 2IC. He keeps himself aloof, preferring not to make friends with any of them, as he recognizes that most of them probably wont survive the coming days. . .

Equipment: Lasrifle with a forest green digital camo pattern, a solid stock, custom lens. 6- 50 round power packs, 1- 2 round hot shot pack, 2 Frag Grenades, Cadian pattern Flak Armour, Patrol cap with the rank of MWO stenclid in dull matt black and his name on the side, also in Forest green digi's. Combat Fatigues, Candarian standerd issue, again, forest green digies. Basic guard equipment, ie med kit, rations, water, all that, and a Combat knife.

The forest green digital pattarn is much like this http://www.kamouflage.net/camouflage/en_00007.php
its called Canadian Disruptive Pattarn, CADPAT

The Rank badge of a Master Warrent Officer in the Candarian guard forces is like follows, The Imperial eagle in all its glory is in the middle, underneath sits the words Moracre, Pro Imperium, on a scroll clutched in its tallons, above the eagle sits a small crown.
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Player: Seraphim
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Name: Sabbatine Denson
Age: 16
Height: 5’ 1”, on a good day.
Weight: 93 lbs
Eyes: Gray-green
Hair: Orange
General Appearance: Redheaded and freckled with dancing gray-green eyes, Sabbatine stands out from the crowd. Her wavy hair is wavy and cut short just below her chin, and bangs hang over her forehead. She’s short, and seems dwarfed by the longlas she uses. She is constantly eating something, and has candy, rations, and other snacks hidden in her pockets at all times. Because of this, she has a lot of energy and constantly fiddles with her gear or whatever happens to be within reach. Letting her near complex or fragile machinery has proven to be a bad plan. She has faint scars from a flogging on her back, and a black aquila tattoo on her right hipbone. Her fatigues are always too big for her.

Personality: Generally upbeat and cheerful with a black sense of humor when it comes to her job. She comes off as a little bit psychotic when she cracks jokes in the middle of a firefight, but everyone in the squad as gotten used to this by now. She is genuinely caring, despite all her bad jokes. She had to have respect for authority beaten into her in basic, but it didn’t really stick and the moment she got away from the drill sergeants, she went back to calling her superior officers nicknames, at least when she thinks they aren’t listening. Nothing she’s seen so far has managed to shut her up for long, but that might change with this mission.

Background: Though her family were farmers, they lived near enough to a city that they absorbed some of the culture of the more cosmopolitan cities. This made them less superstitious than some of her fellows, though they held to the practice of naming her after a saint as thanks that the previous harvest had been exceptionally fruitful. Her family had a proud tradition of serving in the PDF, and when the Imperial Guard recruiters came to her town, she wanted to join. Unfortunately, she was below the minimum age of seventeen. Always having a rebellious streak, she lied to the recruiter so she could take the marksmanship test they were using to generate interest. She had been a crack shot since she was a child, and figured that her marksmanship would make up for any deficiencies in her age. After out-shooting the recruiter (a regular guardsman, so not that much of a feat), he signed her up. It wasn’t until after he had sent in the paperwork that she told him she was actually fourteen. At that point, the decision was irreversible and there was nothing the befuddled recruiter could do. Her parents were both displeased and proud of her at the same time, and sent their young daughter of to war with a copy of the Emperor’s Word, an aquila pendant, and a stern talking-to about following regulations. Her friends took her into the city to get smashed. Sometime during that night, she was never sure exactly when, she must have gotten an aquila tattoo. She woke up the next morning with a vicious hangover and a black aquila on her right hipbone.
Basic training was hard for her, and she ended up getting latrine duty for the entire duration of it due to a humorous song she’d made up about the drill sergeant. She ended basic with the longest list of minor infractions of anyone in the regiment, a reputation for being a bit crazy, and a very strong recommendation for sniper training. The punishments helped her shape up, but she continues to joke around when she thinks she won’t get caught.

Equipment: Flak Armor, longlas, hotshot clips, fatigues, basic guard equipment.
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Player: Avenger
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Name: Gorel'tenesch (AKA Gorel)
Age: 23
Height: 6'
Weight: 180 lbs.
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
General Appearance: Gorel is just about average in everything. Average height, average dress, average hair. One thing that sets him apart from the rest of the crown is his prosthetic hand. Besides that he is quickly forgotten.

Personality: Gorel has had an unlucky streak ever since he was born during Harvest. Because of that he tends to be rather fatalistic and cynical. He doesn't make friends very well and what few he has made tend to have rather terrible things happen to them. He's shy and introverted, keeping to himself if at all possible, hoping that maybe the less contact he makes with other people the less bad things will happen to him and those around him.

Background: Gorel was born on the fortieth day of Harvest to a family of poor nomads. He was picked on by his seven older brothers because of the date of his birth and because of the unusually strong streak of bad luck he had. He worked with his family herding grox until he was the age of 18. When he turned 18 he was drafted into the Imperial Guard, further continuing his bad luck. The soldiers of the twelfth quickly recognized Gorels bad luck after the first squad he was in was wiped out to a man by a marauding Orc band on a planet in the middle of Imperial space during a routine patrol one mile from the base. Though he had survived he did lose his hand to the Orcs. Gorel has been through five squads since then, everyone of them being wiped out except for him, because of this he is generally shunned by the other troopers, which he likes just fine.

Equipment: Flak Armor, autogun, two frag grenades, a six-shooter, a punching blade, a mid-grade army prosthetic hand, and the worst luck in the galaxy.
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Player: Henchman
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Name: Elias Vamber
Age: 26
Height: 5’9”
Weight: 183
Eyes: Grey
Hair: Brown

Personality: Elias Vamber, despite believing that he different than his comrades, by merit of his dweller status, he is more or less a typical Stygian. Hard work and faith are essential to his character, and he is more willing to be part of a team than what is normally expected of a city dweller; a trait he learned in his time in the gangs, and enhanced by his six years in the Guard. On his own time and when being social within the squad, Elias can just about always be seen working on or maintaining either his vox caster or his shotgun. It’s hard to distinguish which one is the wife and which is the lover, given the amount of time that he spends with his hands on them. Only in tense situations does Elias voice what is truly on his mind in no uncertain terms; but it would be wise not to startle him when waking, as he is still rather quick on drawing his knife.

Physical: Elias is solidly built for his height, conditioned in years of working in the processing plants by day and roughing it in the streets at night. Overall he toes the typical line of Stygian looks, the only possible exception being his grey eyes that don’t seem to mesh with the local gene pool. Some vestiges of his previous life have followed Elias into the Guard; namely the numbers of scars showing near misses in knife fights or by grazes of shot and beam weapons. The most outstanding thing about Elias is the tattoos. The backs of his hands have been completely inked over, so that when the sign of the Aquila is made in prayer, it actually looks like an authentic Imperial Eagle.

Background: He may talk to you; but he isn’t telling you. What did you expect from a city guy? Hayseeds.

Gear: Flak Armor and Uniform, Vox Caster, Shotgun and ammo, Laspistol and ammo, x2 Frag Grenades, Shank Knife, and assorted Guardsman kit.
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NPC Bios
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Name: Sal'adir
Age: 38
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 180 lbs
Eyes: brown
Hair: black
Gender: Male

Appearance: Sal'Adir is large, even for a nomad. His face is burned across one cheek from an unfortunate mission involving a malfunction of his flamer. His dark hair is down to his jawline, and his skin is also a darker shade than most soldiers around him.

Personality: Sal'Adir operates the flamer in the squad, and has an air of grim determination about him. He obeys orders quickly and without question, and almost never speaks out of turn, or at all for that matter. He never speaks loud, even in the midst of a firefight, but his voice always carries well.

Background: Sal'Adir is not for smalltalk. Consequently, very little is known about him. There are whispered rumors, but these range from mass murderer to alien. Most people who get to know him dismiss the notion of finding out his past very quickly. He has been a guard since the age of 18.

Gear: He carries a laspistol and a flamer, along with the usual gear. He carries his punching dagger in a sheath concealed in his left sleeve.

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Name: Ade
Age: 18
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 130
Eyes: brown
Hair: blond
Gender: Female

Appearance: Ade is a short farmer girl. Her mannerisms are simple, and she often uses her hands to talk as much as her mouth. Her most striking feature is her blond hair, which she wears in a short part, has earned her the nickname, "Glow"

Personality: Ade is often joked as being the foil to Sal'Adir. She is often talking and has a rather active sense of wonder at the world around her. She is seen as the "kid" of the squad, and most go out of their way to look after her, because she has a penchant for getting herself in hot water (To this date she still refuses to talk about an event involving an off-duty commisar, three joygirls, and a squad of arbites.) Despite all this she tries to act tough, and her comrades are beginning to see her as less of a liability, and more of a soldier.

Background: she was raised on a rather productive farm, and when the guardsman recruiter came to their community, she volunteered.

Gear: standard kit, and a small sickle
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Name: Eltori Loque
Age: 25
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 160
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Brown
Gender: Male

Appearance: He is rather average for a dweller. The only thing that sets him apart are his vivid blue eyes, exaggerated by his otherwise normal appearance.

Personality: "Sharp" is Eltori's nickname. His eyes are constantly moving. Even when his is sleeping, the the jokes go, he's just waiting. He's almost always the first to rise, and often the last to sleep. His other, less endearing name, is twitch, because of how jumpy 5 years of gang life has made him.

Background: He is the son of a joygirl and one of her clients. At the age of 14 he joined a gang, left home, and never looked back. This has made him somewhat selfish, and exceedingly paranoid, however, it has also made him fairly well-suited to being a soldier, if not a successful one, then at least a living one.

Gear: Standard Kit

Name and Rank: Master Warrant Officer Kolia Meert, Formaly of the Candarian 212th Hastings and Prince Edward Regiment

Sorry about the delay, up at Seraphim's family's cabin in north California with the rest of the mooks in our circle of friends. Cooking up a post now, I'm going to be railroading quite a bit so we can get to the good parts.

I am getting increasingly dissatisfied with the amount of time people are taking to post. If you'd like to drop, then please send me a pm so I can move the hell on instead of waiting on someone who does not want to show. I don't have a problem with players dropping, I do have a problem with not being told about it.

Huh, my mistake. I hadn’t noticed that there had been an update. Have something up, at least.

There was a post? Odd... it wasn't getting marked with anything new for me. I apologize.


Nevermind, I did know about this post... there's just not much I can do but hang there right now... I guess I could maybe....

il be gone the next few days, try not to go To far without me eh lol

Posted an update.

the "X" out of cover is Eltori, he's six feet from the edge of cover. Cover is a four foot high rectangular block of duracrete. fire came from the direction of the dropship, relative to his current position.

nice to see everyones working So hard on this, I am enjoying it though Mukking, I may have to 'borrow' your idea of a map in my rp lol

It's not that the RP doesn't entertain me or anything, it's just that these past few weeks I've had a shit ton to do, between working 11-8 for most of the week and helping run a FPS clan I haven't had anytime. Work should be dying down a bit because my clan is probably dropping outta the ladder we're in so that will lessen my load a considerable amount.

Ah, alright, forgive my tone, in that case.

Updated the map to include slightly more detail and a compass.

lol avenger, you could Try answering me one of these posts ya know

Wait what?

lol, i asked your character how badly hurt he is

I'm going to be out of town from tomorrow, Thursday, until Monday.

I left two hundred dollars on top of the fridge for food and entertainment, plus the liquor cabinet is full. Oh, yeah, and I’m not taking the sports car with me.

And I know that you're all responsible individuals, and that you won’t do anything reckless at all.

Us? Do anything reckles? Surely you know were the most Responsible people around lol

g2know

I'll be switching to a battlemap generator soon, so ideally you won't have to endure much more of my mad MS paint skillz. The indistinguishable writing in the lower part reads "50 meters" which is how far the mob is.

hey, Paint is awsome man, but where do you get a battlefield generator?

It's a program known as dunjinni, almost as much of a pain in the ass to get working as it is to install.

lol, i might have to google that for BEL...

You'll have my post by tomorrow night. Ah... good to be back.

I uh... I kinda... crashed the car... and erm... the house is missing a few windows now...

Sorry :unsure:

I was wondering why there was a breeze. And now that you mention it, I suppose that I didn't park the car in the neighbor's tree.

And it wasn't on fire.

Huh... I think that I'm going to need a drink after I call the insurance company.

Going to be out of town from the 10th to the 14th

Update will probably go up on the 18th

oky doke

I should be back to posting at a regular basis in a day or two... or today.

in so much as i Do love plague marines... I hate Plague marines. lol, wishing I had taken a sword or something i am lol

Why have a sword when you can have a Space Wolf? :lol:
I guess you guys weren't expecting me. :P

I thank thee lord Emperor for Thine Divinely apportioned Intervention

You're welcome?

No problems. His grace is duly dished out to those who are most deserving.

well I figure a knife vs. a chainsword is brave enough to deserve deliverence.. or stupid enough to deserve gutting lol.

Mild clarification, he's a scout marine

A Wolf Scout, though. Quite a difference. :P

still far more handy in a fight against a chainsword than a measly little knife no?