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| Orpheus | Jul 30 2012, 03:55 PM Post #1 |
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(On Third thoughts, I need you all to have your characters here as I need to include descriptions in post 1 of the IC thread) +++The following data is encoded. Clearance required to decode.+++++ +++Receiving clearance codes...++++++ +++Clearance codes received. Processing...++++++ +++Level one clearance confirmed. Processing data...++++++ +++Dataslate Activated+++ +++Log number: 1.4375++++++ +++Date: 383.137.M41++++++ +++Thought for the day: True happiness stems only from duty.+++ +++Please enter your details below+++ > | Edited by Orpheus, Jul 30 2012, 07:06 PM.
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| Trantor | Jul 30 2012, 04:03 PM Post #2 |
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here's hoping this works http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/dha-show.php?charnum=42133 Euan, by the way P.S. detailed background to come More detailed background, as promised: Trantor is originally from the agri-world of traxis. At an early age he was a victim of a pox plague spread by a minor chaos cult. One of the lucky ones, Trantor survived, but not with out signs of his former ill health. At the age of 18, he followed in his parents' footsteps and joined 75 Commando, a battalion sized unit in the Traxis military, specialising in raids and recon, either mounted in light vehicles or on foot. Trantor's first posting was to the little known feral world of Pracius Alpha to hel[p combat insurgents. Sent as part of a platoon of advisors sent to train and mentor larger numbers of local forces, the members of 75 Commando became well trained in the use of the primitive weapons used by their savage allies. It was here that Trantor took his first hit while on a combat patrol, he believes the blessings of a local witch-doctor helped saved him that day, and he still carries the bloodstained bandage that was used to patch his wound. During the desert raids of the Tarousian campaign, Trantor lost his brother Zuriel, who was also in 75 Commando to orks. Shortly after this tragic event, Trantor was transferred to Malice after a brief posting along side a catachan jungle fighters regiment on a deathworld. The Catachan Regiment were so impressed with the light infantry skills shown by 75 Commando in the many long range patrols and vicious short range ambushes and fire fights that they were given the honour of having Catachan Blood Red headbands bestowed upon them. It was on this most recent posting to Malice that Trantor was assigned as part of an attachment to the Cyprian Gatekeepers. Edited by Trantor, Jul 30 2012, 05:08 PM.
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| ShreddedMeat | Jul 30 2012, 08:33 PM Post #3 |
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Creepy Doll
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Name: Brik The Brick Homeworld: Feral World Gender: Male Career: Guardsman Rank: Conscript Start Package: None WS: 36 BS: 34 S: 41 T: 52 Ag: 25 Int: 23 Per: 29 WP: 30 Fellowship:22 Wounds: 14 Fate Points: 1 Thrones: 13 Insanity Pts: 0 Starting XP: 400 Corruption Pts: 0 Build: Strapping Skin Color: Tan Hair Color: Red Eye Color: Brown Age: 33 Quirk: You have tribal tattooing. Superstition: Nemesis Divination: Men must die so that Man endures. Traits: Iron Stomach, Primitive, Rite of Passage, Wilderness Savvy Basic Skills: Navigation (Surface) (Int) (Wild. Sav.), Survival (Int) (Wild. Sav.), Tracking (Int) (Wild. Sav.) Advanced Skills: Speak Language (Tribal Dialect) (Int), Speak Language (Low Gothic) (Int), Drive (Ground Vehicle) (Ag) Talents: Melee Weapons Training (Primitive), Basic Weapons Training (Las), Pistol Training (Primitive), Basic Weapons Training (Primitive) Gear: knife, guard flak armour, 1 week corpse starch rations, axe, hammer, flintlock pistol and 12 shots, shotgun and 12 shells, clothes (Common Quality Clothing), mercenary license, necklace of teeth (memento), braided boot lace (memento) Special Qualities: None Many years ago, a small mining colony on the otherwise barren desert-planet Telos was subject to a violent solar flare, destroying almost all technology and cutting off contact with the Imperium. By the time Brik was born, the people of Telos had descended into tribal savages, fighting each other for survival. Even from a young age, Brik made a name for himself as one of the most fearsome warriors around. By the time he reached adulthood, he was leader of his tribe, and had nearly conquered all opposition from rival clans, when Telos became subject to an Ork incursion. Even with the help of the Imperial Guard, who arrived not long after, Brik's people were not able to keep the green menace at bay for long, and the surviving warriors were forced to flee their home, joining up with the regiment who saved them. (They don't know which one, numbers were never Brik's strong suit) After several years of service, when they had become accustomed to their new life amongst the stars, Brik and his boys grew tired of the relative civility of the army, and left the 'Guard to pursue *ahem* 'freelance' work, primarily in the 'murder and pillaging' sector, with the occasional spot of mercenary work. Ever in search of a 'Good Rumble', Brik agreed to join up with the Inquisition, in the hopes of one day finding an enemy actually worth fighting. As for what became of the rest of his tribe, the last time they were heard from, they were going toe-to-toe with a sizeable Ork Waaagh. As Brik tells it, they won. Brik is a very simple man, leading a very simple eat-kill-sleep lifestyle, with a very simple 'respect those stronger than you, then give 'em a pounding' attitude. Incidentally, Orks are one of the few groups that fall into this category, as they are the only creatures ever to have bested him. He eagerly awaits the day he can return the favour. |
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| fonstone | Jul 31 2012, 02:26 PM Post #4 |
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Character Colin here. That should be it. I'll do back story later. |
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| Orpheus | Jul 31 2012, 02:29 PM Post #5 |
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+++Greetings TRANTOR, BRIK, BONES+++ +++Thanks be to the Emperor+++ +++You have one new message, documents from COMMANDER TYNE+++ +++Open Documents? Y/N... > Y +++Opening Documents...+++++ +++Documents successfully accessed++ ++Message reads+++ My dear troops, We have not met, however my Aide, the Vostroyan Commissar who filled in your recruitment forms, assures me that you are up to the task I am about to give you. I am sceptical, but I trust his judgement on this matter. You are to be sent to a base on the planet surface of Malice to aid and assist the 18th Cyprian Gatekeepers IG regiment. Further details will be broadcast to you during your flight by Commissar Redcliffe over the communications screen in the main room of your transport vehicle, as soon as you enter jamming range. Be on alert at all times when you reach the planet's surface, it's a warzone out there. Emperor guide you, Commander W. G. Tyne +++Message ends+++ +++Enter Scenario? Y/N+++ >Y +++Processing Request...+++ |
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