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Inquisitor Volsk Osbourne

The leader of our merry band of misfits

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a character in “Waystation Galvius”, as played by cha-kun

Description

Citizen Identification Number: CLASSIFIED
Name
First: Volsk MI: I G Last: Osbourne
M: X F:
Nicknames/Aliases: CLASSIFIED
Age: 23
Birthplace (City): Hive Gorelan
Birthplace (Planet): Gandon
Birthplace (Sector): Alkoris
Birthplace (Segmentum): Pacificus
Current Residence (Adress): a small villa just outside the city
Current Residence (City): Alfar
Current Residence (Planet): Jarvina
Current Residence (System): Toran
Current Residence (Sub-Sector): Erebus
Current Residence (Sector): Underin
Current Residence (Segmentum): Pacificus

Blood Type: O+
Height: Approx. 1.5 m
Weight: Approx. 71 kg
Eye Color: Black
Hair Color: Black
Physical Appearance: Inquisitor Osbourne is a large man and is obviously physically powerful, but manages to not be bulky. He keeps his hair short, but still long enough for him to run his hands through it, which he does quite often when he is thinking. He has a handsome face but for a large scar running from his left ear, to the lef corner of his mouth. His body is completely void of any bionic organs or body parts. He has a regal face, with high cheeks a chiseled jaw, and a sharp, curved nose. He sometimes lets a thin layer of stubble grow on his jaw, and always ensures that he is clean shaven for important occasions. He generally wears somber, unassuming suits of grey of black, and tries not to be ostentatious. He does however, make exceptions for special occasions, in which he will wear full Inquisitorial regalia, pinning his rosette upon the left breast of his coat. He is in full regalia during the recruitment phase.
Psychological Profile: He has experienced much hardship in his life, and suffers from a mild form of PTSD from his years in the Imperial guard. Every now and then he will slip into a flashback during his down time. However, during a mission, and especially a firefight he is focused on the task at hand. This focus blocks out the memories for as long as he has something to focuse on, but when he has free time his mind seems unable to not relive the horrific memories of the Hesperus Campaign. He usually hides the extent of his past issues behind a facade of optimism and by making jokes. He enjoys the drink tanna and drinks it almost religiously in his time off. He keeps his personal quarters immaculately clean, and polishes and cleans his armor and weapons on a daily basis.
Psyker (Check One) Y: X N:
If Yes What Category: (With augmetics) High end gamma
If Yes What Is/Are Their Psychic Abilitie(s): He can use sheer will to control weaker beings, send out a psychic beam to sear the flesh of the unrighteous, and use his mind to control and move objects in the world.
Family (Alive or Deceased):
Mother: Alena Osbourne
Father: Gorin Osbourne
Personal Funds/ Monetary Assets: His personal funds are considerable enough that no expense is too much, and his personal estate is enormous
Current Profession (If Applicable): Inquisitor of the Holy Ordos
Skills and Aptitudes: He is a skilled diplomat and marksman in equal measure, and when the time calls for it he is an accomplished brawler and swordfighter in his own right as well. He is skilled in the use of computers and other electronics. He can, when needed, exact some repairs on his own ship as well, along with his skills as a helmsman and his knowledge of tactics make him a force to be reckoned with
Personal History:
022 M42: Volsk Osbourne is born to Gorin and Alena Osbourne
038.M42: Volsk Osbourne volunteers for military service in the Gandonoian 148th rifle regiment in the Imperial Guard during a draft for the Hesperus Reclamation.
039.M42 Volsk meets Grag Badruk, an Ogryn Bone'ead, after being forced to bunk in the Ogryn bunkhouse. The two become quick friends, and soon Grag is following him around like a little canid pup. Protecting him to the best of his abilities
0123040.M42 Volsk Osbourne meets Inquisitor Kesk, Ordo Xenos, who quickly notices his latent psychic powers, they had not yet begun to manifest themselves so the Inquisitor, having no Interrogator of his own, took Volsk under his wing, along with Grag.
0586040.M42: Volsk Osbourne and his Master, Inquisitor Kesk go, along with elements of the 86th Combined Arms Regiment, to Bek's World, to fend off an invasion from Hive Fleet Terrasque.
0093041.M42: Inquisitor Kesk dies during an assault on their base by a tyranid swarm. However, before he died, Inquisitor Kesk bestowed his rosette and the Inquisitorial remit upon his protege, ordering him to deal with the situation as he saw fit... Well suffice to say, he saw fit to order Exterminatus to cleanse this planet of xenos filth.
0104041.M42: Newly promoted Inquisitor Volsk Osbourne orders a military evacuation of the planet's surface in order to mitigate collateral damage from the Exterminatus, thanks to the lack of civilian assets on the planet, the evacuation of all Imperial citizens from Bek's World was a success, allowing Inquisitor Osbourne to destroy all life on the planet without any hesitation or remorse.
0562041.M42: Inquisitor Osbourne puts his master's remains to rest on his homeworld in the Emperor's name.
0023042.M42: Inquisitor Osbourne returns to his Inquisitorial headquarters on Gandon to recieve his first official assignment. He leaves with Grag to hunt and kill Arch heretic Utrons, known consort of xenos and daemons alike. Along the way he discovers a plot to strike at the heart of the Ordos Alkoris.
0483048.M42: Inquisitor Osbourne is given a priority directive to investigate the reappearance of Waystation Galvius DLXXVIII. He is told to search for any possible survivors, cleanse the station, and reclaim it for the Imperium, and barring that, destroy the whole thing.
0568048.M42: Present date

Intelligence Quotient: 147
Neural Wavelength Frequency: 753
Spacial Reasoning Score: 93%
Linguistic Aptitude: 189%

So begins...

Inquisitor Volsk Osbourne's Story

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Character Portrait: Inquisitor Volsk Osbourne Character Portrait: Detective Arcturas Serdali
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Artcuras was sitting at his desk, calmly reading from what reports on their destination he could find, that still existed in any useful and attainable form, of course. A rather bustling and successful feat of Imperial Trade, in the Galvius system, suddenly disappeared without a trace roughly 300 years ago. Not silent, not attacked, just gone, which was more akin to an Imperial Vessel vanishing in the warp, and being spat out Emperor knows how long later as a Space Hulk, fused with how many other vessels into some heretical nightmare of a mess. Emperor help those who had to clear those things, but that kind of activity didn't fit here, it was a void station, not a traveling vessel, and he believed something had to have claimed it, something strong enough to pull an entire station into the warp, and only spat it out now. He wished they had time to research any potentially darker history of the station further, but they clearly did not, both by the overall Inquisitorial command, and by Osbourne himself, calling out the formal briefing in ten minutes.

Knowing that call was bound to be coming, Arcturas was already in full carapace, the rebreather hanging from his neck as he stood, and grabbed his greatcoat and pulled it on over his twin slugthrowers, a pair of Stub Revolvers that his compatriots equally praised and mocked, for they were, round for round, individually more powerful, but carried fewer rounds than most other stub and auto pistols. Still, he preferred them, and it was his right to use the paired weapons, so he did so. Tugging the coat in place, he checked his inhibitor, making sure it was on and functioning as it should. It was, so his blank field would not affect anyone around him, so he strode out of his quarters, the door sealing behind him, and he did not take more than a few minutes to reach the briefing chamber, not being too early, and he bowed in greeting to Inquisitor Osbourne. "Good day, Inquisitor. Arcturas, reporting as requested." Straightening, he took his place at the wall, waiting for the others to show up before he seated himself.

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Character Portrait: Aina Harker Character Portrait: Inquisitor Volsk Osbourne
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Aina sat at the desk in her quarters, checking over the last reports of Waystation Galvius for the countless time. And there was still nothing, nothing to give even the slightest hint as to why the station had disappeared from the face of the galaxy. A Warp storm seemed the most likely answer, it's foul nature constantly unpredictable and dangerous. Entire planets had been swallowed up in it's fury and lost forever. But there had been a sign of such an occurrence, the storms rarely appeared and evaporated so quickly. And now the station had reappeared after centuries. A curious and disturbing matter. One that Aina intended to investigate fully.

Her contemplation was interrupted as a tinny voice came from the room's communicator, indicting Inquisitor Osbourne's order for her to report to the bridge. She grimaced briefly as she pulled on her hat and overcoat over her armor. Aina did not relish the thought of being subordinate to an Inquisitor of such youth, much less with his blatantly unorthodox retinue. She had scarcely believed the crewmen she had questioned when they spoke of the presence of a greenskin, but of course they would be quite foolish to lie to an Inquisitor. At least that was the worst of it, the rest of her brief and polite investigations amidst the ship revealing the usual manner of mercenaries and assorted Imperial personnel. Of course, the priority was the matter of Waystation Galvius. The presence of Chaos was likely, and the orders by her own superior had been to cooperate and see to the quarantine of any heresy that could come from the situation. The opportunity to observe such a young and upcoming member of the Ordo Xenos was left unspoken. She checked over her assorted weapons, the laspistol and power sword on her belt, and various other smaller weapons concealed in her armor. Finally Aina checked that her Inquisitorial seal was displayed proudly around her neck, and then she made her way to the bridge.

Glancing around the bridge as she entered, Aina took note of the others, nodding briefly to them. She did not stand by them, instead moving to the side, in front of the group but not beside Osbourne. After all, she was hardly a common mercenary or Imperial grunt, but this was still his command. She bowed her head respectfully to the Inquisitor, though her gaze did not lower in deference.

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Character Portrait: Aina Harker Character Portrait: Caroline Holsten Character Portrait: Arkus Dylock Character Portrait: Deckard Braddock Character Portrait: Inquisitor Volsk Osbourne
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#, as written by Saxious
Letting out a loud sigh, Caroline placed the dataslate on her desk and rubbed her one good eye. She had just come from war zone and she was now being thrust into a... a what? Search and destroy? Liberate? She didn't know what to make of the mission. Apparently this station had vanished without a single trace 300 terra years ago and had recently showed up on Imperial radar, and from what meager information she had been given, this station had not been an overly popular place for pirates to visit, so the assumption that the whole station had been hijacked was out of the window. Whatever the case was, this Inquisitor Volsk had gone a great length to get his hands on Caroline, who was just released from intensive care and long overdue to return to her regiment for retraining and redeployment.

"Argh bullocks," Caroline cursed, using common underhive Scintilla slang. Her biotic eye had repaired since her confrontation with the orks on the Imperial colony Zel Tertius, though every now and then it would 'twitch' just painful enough for it to be annoying. Additionally, an ork grenade had exploded dangerously close to the back of her head, and she had a metal plate inserted to protect her brain (thankfully they had done it well enough for her to take showers).
She then began to clean her laspistol, just to be certain that it would live up to her (strict) regimental standards. Caroline hadn't brought much more than her usual equipment with her (she honestly didn't have anything else) and had been placed at the deeper and farther end of the ship, closer to the machines, much to her comfort, though she had not encountered the Inquisitor in person, or anyone else that he may had enlisted. Caroline had instead spend time amongst the slave leaders, and (re)cleaning her uniform and las weapons, something her strict regiment had slowly made her enjoy.

Many non-Scintillans had mistaken her regiment for PDF troops, or parade glorified soldiers, as their uniforms were unrealistically well maintained though it was seen as a crucial part of the regiment's discipline, and in Caroline's case, it had paid off. Being a former underhive ganger, she had been force conscripted by Scintilla and the military training had brought control over her otherwise renegade behavior, though some habit never truly died, and Caroline had her fair share of scars from that habit.
Though Caroline was usually the exception, the left side of her face had been deformed from boiling hot steam during a boarding assault on an eldar ship, blinding her left eye and it was subsequently replaced with an unstable biotic eye instead.

"Well, time to get serious." Caroline said to herself as she noted the time was getting closer for the debriefing meeting. Having set up her uniform and equipment in an emergency response manner, Caroline was swiftly in her sharp uniform. Checking herself in her mirror she made sure that minor adjustments were made in order to look better presentable in front of an Inquisitor, and for the sake of ceremony, she only brought along her laspistol, and as always, she wore her red beret with a golden aquila attached.

The march through the ship was good for her, being hiveborn she had a natural instinct for finding her way around ships and give her hot temper it was usually a good thing for her to walk some steam off before the debriefing. As she stepped into the debriefing room, she saluted as she would to any superior officer, "Sergeant-Major Caroline Holsten reporting for duty milord...s" Caroline quickly added as she saw there were two inquisitors present, plus those who took the time to read her facial expression could see she was clearly taken aback by this fact. Nevertheless, she placed herself closer to the large soldier, though with enough distance for it not to be uncomfortable. She then spend a brief moment looking at the other members that had showed up.

Well, at least we will have two that will know which end of a gun to use, Caroline thought as she had finished looking at the large man she stood closest to. So far the only issue she could pull up was his facial expression; he looked too stern for Caroline's liking (which was a lot considering her regiment was modelled after the Mordian Iron Guard), though his tats of imperial writing and prayers served to assure her that the man was loyal to the Imperium.
A tech-priest. Good, our weapons won't jam and any technical problems can be dealt with properly, she thought as she looked at the servant of the Omnissiah. Caroline had seen a good deal of tech-priests during her tours with the Scintilla 234th, especially when their light cruiser needed refueling and checkups, though she had rarely spoken to them unless her equipment couldn't be fixed.
When she came to the arbiter looking man, she stopped and gave him a hard look. Though pass her ganger times, her experiences with the lawmen had never been a friendly one, I know the Inquisitor has his reasons but why the hell him? We don't need the lawmen coming and poking their noses in war business.
Finally, Caroline turned to the other Inquisitor, giving her a quick look as for not look disrespectful, I'll be damned. Two Inquisitors. Shit just got serious.

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Character Portrait: Aina Harker Character Portrait: Caroline Holsten Character Portrait: Arkus Dylock Character Portrait: Deckard Braddock Character Portrait: Inquisitor Volsk Osbourne Character Portrait: Varus Ibram
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All right people, you have about ten minutes to get into the briefing chamber,
I'll be waiting. That is all.


The voice echoed loudly within the simplistic chambers that Varus had been assigned upon arrival causing the Vindicare to sigh softly to himself before resuming what he had been doing. Laid out on the table in front of him was an assortment of parts which at first glance seemed that several looked almost archaic while others seemed almost outlandish and bizarre; yet to his eyes were simply tiny parts of his soul awaiting assembly so that he would be complete again. He felt his jaw twist slightly as a wry smile marred his features for a moment as his delicate hands danced across the brushed metal surface, ignoring the summons for the moment. Lightly lifting components and slotting them together, faint clicks followed by soft hisses of air as tubes became joined and sections began to realign. In a matter of seconds his hands now rested on the fully assembled Exitus Rifle. His soulmate. Viktoria.

He chuckled softly at the odd attachment to his weapon, something that Luna had always chided him for at the schola. Shaking his head slowly to dislodge the memories of his life before, he lifted it up and rested it against his shoulder, testing the weight and dialling in the ranges and measurements. It wasn’t needed. He’d done this a hundred times since boarding the ship and thousands if not millions of times before that. But some habits die hard, and he’d never live it down if the one time he didn’t check his tools they failed him. Flicking the safety leaver into place and locking the weapon down, he holstered it behind his back into the mag-clasps running the length of his stealth suit, his fingers lingering on the well-worn grooves left in the leather and metal handle from his years of use.

Cracking his neck to the right he rotated his shoulders to loosen the muscles slightly before tracing his eyes along the rows of bullets that lined almost every surface. Many were simple armour piercing rounds with little purpose than ripping through the ‘righteous’ armour that protected many a fool from his sudden death. Though it would be petty to call any tool of the Officio simple, since the armour these had been designed to pierce included those of the Adeptus Astartes, after all, targets were targets. His suit was already covered in several pockets of bullets designed for much more dangerous targets than a space marine, though he did wonder given his assignments vagueness exactly what would be needed here.

Shrugging to himself he reached down and lifted up his mask, fitting it over his head and securing the seals against even the vacuum of space itself, before picking up the camo-cloak from his bed and fastening it around his shoulders. He walked over to the doorway and activated security protocols and mechanisms that had been installed when he moved his equipment in and duly made his way towards this meeting. After all he was only running down to less than a few minutes to arrive on time, but then for all they know he could have been there all along. He smiles to himself letting his fingers caress the equally worn handle of his Exitus pistol, the twin to his Viktoria, as his suit and cloak wavered faintly as they began to warp his visibility slightly before he deactivated their system for the moment.

As he reached the doorway into the meeting room he took a soft breath before touching the activation rune to open it. He stroke in calmly and without fear, even though he raised his eyebrow behind his glowing green eye plate at the sight of not one but two inquisitors. Clearly this was unlikely to be a mission that he was going to enjoy. Looking towards the current leader of the ground he nodded towards him and spoke softly, his voice crackling slightly through the vox systems of his mask.

“Good Evening, Inquisitors. Reporting as requested."

He then took up position leaning against the wall nearest the door and watching events more closely, with his mechanical eye examining the other members already in assembly as well as these two Inquisitors in an attempt to discover any immediate threats from them before whatever was to occur did so.