In the grim darkness of the 41st millennium, there is only war.
The IC is up!
This RP is about freedom. The Blood Angels have a very important mission to accomplish to assure their strength as a chapter, and to secure the faith in their righteousness. Chaos has smelt the hint of weakness so cleverly hidden in a small section of the imperium, and is heading what could be an all out assault as well as a scouting party towards several planets in the system. The choice could not be more inconvenient, as it is far away from even the smallest of imperial forces, but still vital to the sector.
Closest to this threat are the Blood Angels, and they are currently in council on how to deal with this threat. The most favoured idea at the moment is to send part of the second company, give them a ship, and see to the matter as they see fit. Mephiston, Lord of Death, the chapter's chief librarian, is to oversee the mission. There is only to hope they not run into every enemy of the imperium.
I think it might be clear, but to state the obvious: My 'character' in this RP will be Mephiston. He will be my main tool for interacting with the players besides other NPC's and the environment. The setting as the start is in that very hall in the fortress monestary of the Blood Angels on Baal. This RP will be based on the concept of consulting, but ultimate freedom. The players will be given a ship and Mephiston will travel with them at first. After a small bit of making sure everybody understands the situation, and has a clear mind about the goal, I will only respond to your actions. For instance, you could decide to simply rain fire down on a planet from the ship, but would have to accept the consequences. Anything I say, do, or any situation I present you with, can be reacted to in any way you desire.
Also, since the nature of this 'free world' presented to you is so... open. Anything could happen. If you want to be a marine from a different chapter, fill in the character skeleton with the reason for your marine to be there. Hell, don't stick to marines, try anything. I'll tell you if it's acceptable.
BUT! One thing is required most of all in this RP, and it isn't just being at least a bit literate(I consider it a standard requirement.). The most important thing is to NOT auto-ANYTHING.
Example wrong: "He stood up quickly, hearing the rasping breath of the genestealer behind him as the sound of claws on grated steel closed on him fast. He turned around swiftly, unable to take the time to brace properly and shot, rending the small tyrannid to shreds with his heavy bolter."
NO, we respond to eachother's posts!
Example right: "He used all his strength to get up quickly," This gives me the chance to do something if I wanted to, like create a small shockwave beneath you from, say, an exploding... something nearby. This opens more options for you, keeping the RP fun and dynamic! Your friend could reply: "He had turned around as he heard his brother fall. As he is without weapon he has no choice but to attempt to pull up his brother, only a few steps behind him."
I hope you get the picture. I won't be this demanding on every bit of every sentence, but this is just to give you an idea of how I want to make the RP more realistic. This goes for shooting especially.
Anyway, if I've missed anything, tell me. If you want to see anything else/disagree, tell me. If anything, tell me :3
I'll listen.
Hope we get a good number of people :3
Character Skeleton (NO PICTURES, Imagination is the key! (Also allows to sneak in things that you might've forgotten
):Name: (Ehhh... duh?)
Nickname: (Oh come on...)
Race: (As in: 'Blood Angel' Space Marine, 'Cadian' Imperial Guard, Eldar (Note: Any 'race' other than a Blood Angel space marine must put the reasoning for their character to be present in the biography.))
Age: (How old your character is...)
Regiment: (What piece of the puzzle you belong to. For example: Chief Librarian, Terminator Sergeant 2nd squad 1st company.)
Home Planet: (Where the character was born >.>)
Build: (Obvious as well, really.)
Personality: (How you behave, or misbehave)
Gear: ( Your Character's equipment, armor, etc... his gear!)
Height: ( ' and " )
Weight: (Oh wow, your character is fa-)
Hair Color: (Taste the-)
Eye Color: (-rainbow!)
Biography: (Explains who and why your character is. At least one, prefferably two paragraphs. If you have a different pick at 'Race' than Blood Angel Space Marine, you have to explain how your character is involved with this mission.)
Other: (Anything you'd like to add: Tattoos, Scars(Hot pick!), Orientation, Preferred Litany, Preferred Enemy, Number of Cats, etc.)
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[b]Name:[/b] (Ehhh... duh?)
[b]Nickname:[/b] (Oh come on...)
[b]Race:[/b] (As in: 'Blood Angel' Space Marine, 'Cadian' Imperial Guard, Eldar (Note: Any 'race' other than a Blood Angel space marine must put the reasoning for their character to be present in the biography.))
[b]Age:[/b] (How old your character is...)
[b]Regiment:[/b] (What piece of the puzzle you belong to. For example: Chief Librarian, Terminator Sergeant 2nd squad 1st company.)
[b]Home Planet:[/b] (Where the character was born >.>)
[b]Build:[/b] (Obvious as well, really.)
[b]Personality:[/b] (How you behave, or misbehave)
[b]Gear:[/b] ( Your Character's equipment, armor, etc... his gear!)
[b]Height:[/b] ( ' and " )
[b]Weight:[/b] (Oh wow, your character is fa-)
[b]Hair Color:[/b] (Taste the-)
[b]Eye Color:[/b] (-rainbow!
[b]Biography:[/b] (Explains who and why your character is. At least one, prefferably two paragraphs. If you have a different pick at 'Race' than Blood Angel Space Marine, you have to explain how your character is involved with this mission.)
[b]Other:[/b] (Anything you'd like to add: Tattoos, Scars(Hot pick!), Orientation, Preferred Litany, Preferred Enemy, Number of Cats, etc.)
Accepted Characters Input:
Name: Haggard Gralow
Nickname: Hag’s
Race: Hotdroppers Imperial Guard
Age: 29 Terran Years old
Regiment: 9th regiment. (Attached to the Blood Angels)
Home Planet: Acral II
Gear: Carapace Amour with a rebreather (Standard issue gear with the Hotdroppers), Hellgun (Standard issue), Auto pistol (With standard of five extra clips of ammo), Small amount of medical gear (Mainly for self), Canteen, Water purification pills, 4 Fragmentation grenades, Bayonet for Hellgun, Eating utensils, and other items deemed necessary for extended survival.
Build: Thin, but, with some muscle.
Personality: Sad Clown, Loyal to his friends.
Height: 5’11
Weight: 229 pounds
Hair Color: Brown hair, mixed in with some blonde
Eye Color: Hazel
Tattoos: Skull and Crossbones on left forearm, Soaring Eagle on his back.
Scars: Several shrapnel arms on his forearms.
Orientation: Straight
Biography: Haggard Gralow was born to Chuck and Michele Gralow on the planet Acral II. Acral II was a normal planet, by all regards. It had to deal with the occasional Dark Eldar raiding party, which was usually repulsed by the planets militia. Responsible for mainly for extracting fuel sources, deep in the planets crust, Acral II was deemed as a somewhat important infrastructure target. However, with the planets refinery’s spread all over the place, Acral II’s Militia couldn’t reach everyone to help the miners when the Dark Eldar attacked. As such, Acral II’s governor raised the Hotdrop regiments. With 10 regiments, forming after Acral II’s governor raised the first; the Hotdroppers specialized in rapid deployment methods from Valkyries and Droppods. However, when the Tithe came, Acral II send regiments 7-10 to go to war for the Imperium. Haggard, who joined up to live a life besides working for giant oil barons who controlled the poor, downtrodden workers, was sent off with the 9th Hotdroppers. At first, the Hotdroppers were sent to a series of local, small-scale conflicts. However, it wasn’t until that they were attached to the Blood Angels on an extended mission to pretty much be living shields did his career kick-off. Jumping from warzone to warzone, Haggard’s view on the world became a little bit more withdrawn, with all his friends being killed off around him. For some odd reason, Haggard never bit the bullet. With at least two years of warzones under his belt, Haggard feels that he’s faced almost everything there is. Save for the Tau, Eldar, and Necrons, of course. Orks, Dark Eldar, and Chaos, he’s faced. At least, not without the Blood Angels for support.
Haggard also tries to crack jokes with the Blood Angels from time to time, trying to become there friends. However, some of the Blood Angels find this annoying, and often ignore him. It’s not to say that every Blood Angel knows who he is, but, the ones who fight with the 9th Hot droppers, or at least Squad 101, might have heard of the wisecracking soldier that somehow managed to survive for two years.
Name: Nicholas Anderson
Nickname: 'Nik', 'Sergeant', 'Trench Boy'
Race: Blood Angel
Age: 150 Years old.
Regiment: Sergeant.
Units under Command
2. Heavy Bolter Armed Marines
1. Rocket Launcher (has a pistol bolter for close combat)
1. Plasma Cannon
5. Average Space Marines
Home Planet:
Name Thurmein II
World Type: Hive World
Build: He is rather muscular, due to the biological enhancements he has received from the Blood Angel Chapter.
Personality:
He sees himself as a responsible person, putting the lives of his Battle Brothers and the mission objectives at an equal state. He prefers to do battles in a 'Trench Warfare' like manner, sitting down like a hunter would do, wait for the prey/enemies to come into sight, and then kill it. He also knows how crucial terrain can be in order to win a battle, so he often analyses the terrain before doing anything.
He stands his ground till he can't see any more possibilities of winning a battle, and in such cases, he slowly retreats (but he never turns his back to the enemy. He walks backward while he fires his bolt weapon(s).
He is intelligent when it comes to tactics, and demands that every marine does his job properly (like the Emperor's Children, before they turned into Heretics), and when he doesn't see the marines do their job like how he wants it...they get an endless wave of swear words and cruses hurled at them, despite every situation (even if they are about to be overrun by orcs), Nicholas always manages to find time to yell and criticize his men if they are not doing their job 'good enough'.
He secretly loves, and hates, Primarch Fulgrim, the leader of the Emperor's Children who betrayed the Emperor during the Horus Heresy. He loves him for having been such a perfectionist, for being one of the best timed, best planners out of all the Space Marine Chapters during that time, and they were also the only Chapter permitted to bear the Imperial Eagle upon their armor, nothing that any other Space Marine had ever been allowed before. He hates Fulgrim for having betrayed the Emperor and the Imperium.
Nicholas would do almost anything to become as great, and perfect a leader as Fulgrim, but he know well that Chaos looks for weaknesses and Nicholas has sworn to himself, also secretly, that he would only achieve anything that could be measured to Fulgrim's status (before the Heresy began) through Honor, Courage, and unquestionably strong Faith in the Emperor and His Will.
He never had such thoughts when a psyker or librarian is around, or within the army.
If Nicholas is told that he brought dishonor to the Chapter, broke one of code rules, or didn't obey the order correctly, he will stand and face the consequences, and in his eyes the only good consequence is something that includes pain, so he will forever remember it.
Gear:
-Bolt Gun and Pistol.
-Chainsword
-His armor is like the one below.
-3 Grenades
Appearance:
Height: 230 cm (7' 6'')
Weight: 150 kg, mostly mostly, but he has a small layer of fat that covers up his 'six pack'
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Biography:
Nicholas was born on Thurmein II, a Hive world with a population of 30 billion humans. The planet is a general recruiting station for the Imperial Guard, and many of Nicholas' friends signed up to see the universe, fight in the name of the Emperor, and to escape the miserable lives that they had in the lower sections of the Hive world.
Nicholas decided that he wanted to be more than a mere soldier, (or to be more precise, 'fresh meat for the grinders'), he wanted to be one of the legendary Space Marines, the elites of the Emperor.
Starting from an early age, Nicholas trained hard to get the physical shape he needed and studied as much as he could about war fare and tactics so he could be of more use than a mere soldier, but he needed money for traveling to Baal to sign up for the only Space Marine Chapter he had heard of, so he joined the local Arbitators (law enforcers) and that gave him both experience, physical training and the money he needed.
Finally after two decades of hard work (both physically, mentally, and financially), he got a ride to Baal's second moon (after paying an outrageous price to a local Smuggler who was the only one able to get him to Baal Secundus unnoticed, he got him onto a ship who left to Baal Secundus with supplies for the Space Marines overseeing the training of the new would-be initiates).
After having been smuggled into the Planet, Nicholas slipped away so he wouldn't be caught doing something illegal, and quickly switched his uniform with a tribeman's outfit to hide in between the rest of the recruits.
Nicholas was among one of the first to be accepted into the Chapter, welcomed as a brother, and was eager to get in the power armor but he was, unfortunately, unlucky as he hadn't known that he had to go through the rank of 'Neophyte' and be the scout. Angry that he hadn't foreseen that this could have happened he was still happy that he had been accepted and took his new role very seriously, for although he was a scout he soon figured that some jobs simply needed to be done through stealth, and that not all information was gathered through computers (as Nicholas was so used to).
Starting from the low rank, Nicholas proved to himself, his fellow scouts, and to his superiors as well that he was an excellent soldier, getting the needed information, and usually got some extra on the way back, gave it directly back to his commanders. He was often wounded in battles, as he was stubborn in leaving any Battle Brothers behind for the enemy, thus he manage to save a few soldiers, got wounded, then he was stitched up and back in the field.
He learned from the Imperial Guard, The Death Korps of Krieg, that sometimes staying and waiting for the enemy to come to him was better than running out against the enemy, exposing oneself to every sort of attack, and being a scout also taught Nicholas how useful cover and being unseen to the enemy was
After half a decade of being a scout for the Chapter, he was promoted to a Battle Brother, now his dream was coming close to being true, and Nicholas fought hard against any opponent he had to face in order to prove that he deserved better than being a mere soldier. His courage, his will power, and his ability to resist Chaos' forces made him stand out from the rest of the Battle Brothers (of course...this is over a long period of time that he demonstrated these skills, it didn't all just show in one battle).
He was then promoted to a Sergeant, after 15 years of being the 'Fresh Meat for the Grinder'.
Being satisfied with his current position, Nicholas decided that he didn't need move higher in the ranks and that he would stay a sergeant, for now, and fight for the Gory of the Emperor, and for the protection of the Imperium.
Other:
Tattoos: None
Scars: He has many from the battles he has lived through, but here are the major ones:
- On his left bicep muscle (got it slice open by an orc).
- Face, goes from the right side of his forehead down to his upper lip (still the right side). Got that from a suicidal Heretic, who tried to stab him.
- Right Shoulder. From a sniper shot from an Eldar scout.
Favored Tactic(s)
Nicholas prefers trench warfare, mocking the enemy and makes them come to him, and he usually places his two Heavy Bolster armed marines by the sides, so they can get a better angel for when they shoot down.
He then makes the average marines stand in the middle of the line formation (alright...a bit spread out but you should get the idea) and are the main defensive, while the Rocket Launchers and and Plasma Canon focus their fire on the center/stronger point of the attackers, and if there are any vehicles, they are to attack them before the main infantry soldiers.
When he is not digging his beloved trenches, Nicholas makes his squad march long distances to get around the enemy and attack them from the sides or back. In such cases, he prefers to lead the opponents into traps, using 'bait' and then his imagination can take over for how he wants his prey to be killed, or he can simply stay hidden for a while and then attack the opponent, when he/she least expects it.
Favored Battle Cries:
-"For the Emperor!"
-"For The Emperor and Sanguinius!"
-"For the honor of the Chapter"
Preferred opponent(s)/allies
Orks They are stupid, has a twisted sense of honor, and Nicholas thinks that they are much better to fight, despite their large number. He does understand that the orks are cunning monsters, so he is cautious with not being too over confident when he fights these savages, for as he says, "They may be brutal, they may be unintelligent, they may be the lowest creatures in this universe...but they adapt to our war tactics, so we can't say that they are utterly brainless, though, so far, I've seen more skull than brain inside their heads."
Tau Unlike many other races, the Tau isn't as cruel and merciless as the other savage creatures. In fact, Nicholas wouldn't mind working with these creatures, as long as they kept their believes 'The hell away from me!'
He knows that they are influential aliens, and that they are a threat for the Society of Man, but he can't help but to wonder how it would be like to work along with these aliens...how they could easier fend off common foes (such as the orks) together, but such thoughts remains within his head, and he doesn't even bring that thought into his mind when a librarian, or psyker, is near.
Chaos (Khorne) Although they are savage and brutal, like the orks, they are so similar with the orks' tactics with simply charging with no organization, that he doesn't mind fighting them, however he does often see it as a problem when they bring their mechanical weapons with them.
Name: Hirmarandril
Nickname: The Heretic's Conscience
Race: Eldar
Age: 750 Terran years
Regiment: He Walks the Path of the Outcast
Home Planet: CCCraft-world Ulthwe'
Build: Lean and tall, his muscles are well worked
Gear: Chameleoline Cloak, Shuriken Pistol, Ranger long rifle, 1 Plasma grenade, standard long term survival gear, Thermoplas Armor
Height: 6' 6”
Weight: 190lbs
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Light green
Biography: Born on Craft-world Ulthwe', he was raised in the traditional manner, taught of the paths and given his basic education, when the time came he chose to to walk the Path of the Warrior, he spent a fair amount of time learning of battle,and feeling the battle lust, only after a full two centuries of many campaigns emulating the aspect of the destroyer, he believed that he had finally mastered the path, choosing a new path was something he found difficult, and he understood how there were those who became lost upon this path. He moved on from that to the Path of the Seer, after over a century and a half he began to see how hard it was to master this path, he decided that he needed more experience with the universe and its inhabitants before he was ready to continue along that path.
For this reason he began to walk the Path of the Outcast, taking his small amount of gear he set out to travel the worlds, reporting back to his craft-world when the opportunity presented himself, ranging from world to world he hid himself from the forces there, both mapping the worlds and searching for lot webway gates. From time to time the Farseers of Ulthwe' would call on him to preform a task. One such occurrence happened recently; “When the third star passes the horizon this night look toward your home and be certain the enemy moves no more, should half and three or more survive a dangerous path we'd walk for sure.” That night he looked toward his home world of Ulthwe' and saw 5 Chaos Marines. From a range through the night he killed the first the other four fanned out, when the second fell they moved away, a careful withdrawal. A third fell. They continued to withdraw. He killed all five with ease, and for a moment thought he had fulfilled the farseer's wishes...until he heard the rest. He contacted the rangers nearby four in all, for their aid in running the enemy into another, for wherever Chaos was the Mammals were sure to follow. They must be certain that Chaos was met, and was destroyed. (feel free to play with the end a bit to make it an intro into your campaign.
Preferred Enemy: Like many of his compatriots standing watch over the eye of Terror his preferred target are the servants of the chaos gods so close at hand when came the fall of their race, the armies of chaos most often find themselves in his sights.
Name: Vortx
Nickname: Vortx the Smother.
Race: Dark Eldar - Champion of Slaanesh, Commander of the Black Sensation.
Age: 17885
Regiment: Blank Sensation, an infamous Chaotic War party that is renowned for their unusual organization and battle tactics.. The Blank Sensation spearheads the assault in the Imperiam's weakness.
Home Planet: Although the original name of Vortx's home planet has been lost within the every changing tides of time, it is rumored that he was born along one of the many planets consumed by the Eye of Terror.
Build: Slim.
Personality: Reflecting both the Sadistic nature of Slaanesh and the Dark Eldar, Vortx is renowned for his near zealous pursuit of inflicting the maximum amount of pain within his raiding targets.
(Possible) Gear (,not always carried):
Lash of Torment: The Lash of Torment is a daemonicly possessed weapon in the form of a writhing barbed whip which appears to have a will all of its own. Once it has ensnared the victim, the whip feeds on their pain and fear, projecting it for the enjoyment of the bearer and terror of all others around.
Dark Eldar Destructor: The Destructor is a very deadly, and popular, weapon used by Haemonculi. it resembles a long tube, with a cavity to slip one's hand into up to the elbow. The ammunition for the weapon is carried in a small container the Haemonculi wears, fed through a series of tubes. The Destructor sprays a wide stream of an incredibly corrosive organo-acidic compound when fired. This toxin can eat through any known armor, burn flesh, and once inside the target's system can cause, "blood vessel explosion or implosion; pharyngeal contraction; extensive haemolysis; skeletal disintegration; sclerotic corrosion; intercostal spasms; hyper-reacted thermoreceptors and chemoreceptors; Eustachian damage; retinal scarring; cardiac and respiratory atrophy and aqueous humor deprivation.
Vortx's personal Destructor's effectiveness in combat has been confirmed time and again, with reports of Slaanesh's champion able to decimate an entire squad of Space Marines with a single well-aimed volley, every man among them dying from sheer pain, or worse, leaving them alive but immobilized. Blind, hideously burned, hemorrhaging blood from every orifice, wracked in unimaginable amounts of agony, helpless and in the twisted hands of Vortx.
Dark Eldar Disintegrator: A Disintegrator is a very dangerous adaptation of a Dark Lance. It uses the same Dark Matter munitions principles as the aforementioned weapons, but the Dark Matter used is less pure, and as a result it spreads out over an area, rippling and popping as it reacts to the imperfections found in its shot. The Disintegrator has two firing modes developed to make use of these impurities, the first a short, high-velocity round similar to a Dark Lance or Blaster shot, although less powerful due to the substandard munitions. The second, commonly used on large mobs of weaker beings, builds a sizeable amount of the Dark Matter within a secondary chamber, then lobs it in an arc at its targets, allowing it to spread out and cover a rather large area before hitting the ground, with devastating results.
Vortx has upgraded the original design of his Disintegrator to resemble a more combat shape, allowing him to carry the usually rifle sized weapon into combat next to the cumbersome Destructor.
Height: 6'9"
Weight: 170lbs.
Hair Color: N/a
Eye Color: Golden.
Biography(Sent by PM and approved): Will become clear in story.
Name: Sage Genisin
Nickname: Newer recruits call him Old Grey, Veterans know better than to give him a nick name
Race: Grey Knight Space marine
Age: 850 years
Regiment: Grey Knight Brother-Captain
Under his command he has 4 Grey Knight Battle Brothers
Home Planet: Unknown
Build: Muscular
Personality: He has become very wise over the centuries, he is fiercely loyal to the Emperor and the Imperieum and has a deep hatred of demons and chaos
Gear: Aegis Power Armor Terminator version
Nemesis Force Weapon
The Liber Daemonica
Psycannon
Standard survival gear, i.e. water purification pills, eating utensils, ect.
Appearance: Has the appearance of an older man who looks like he is in his 50s. He has his Psycannon mounted on his left arm and carries his Nemsis Force Weapon in his right.
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 250lbs
Hair Color: grey
Eye Color: green
Biography: Due to the nature of Grey Knight training Sage has no memory of his past. What he does have a memory of is the hundreds of years of battle. After being accepted into the Grey Knights and completing his training Sage quickly set him self above the rest. He was fanatical when fighting daemons and gave no mercy when fighting the forces of chaos. He was able to net him self a promotion early on by slaying a minor daemon lord and he was awarded his terminator armor. His powerful psychic abilities only helped to impress his superiors.
Over the years he was able to continue to rise in the ranks to a Brother-Captain but has not been given the chance to become a grandmaster yet. He was assigned to the Blood Ravens to assist in defense against daemons as a reward for his years of hard and dedicated service, but he has mixed views of this as it puts him far from the front lines but he remains vigilant all the same in case daemons would ever show their faces in any area under his watch. The Knight-Brothers under his command are relativity new and were assigned to him in hopes that their skill could only improve under his command.
Other:
Scars He has a scar running down the length of his back from a run in with a Chaos Space marine early in his career
Preferred opponents Chaos, Daemons, and the Dark Eldar because though they are not exactly daemons they come pretty damn close.
(YES YOU CAN REQUEST BEING SOMETHING ELSE THAN A STANDARD MARINE XD -points at a Terminator, an Honour Guard, Assault Marine and a sign that says "No dreadnoughts in the pool! (That means you, Daetrus!) All others accepted.".-)
