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Posted Jan 25, '14 at 10:22am

loco5

loco5

1,289 posts

Name: Bernhardt Aschen
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Trooper
Physical Description: Cropped brown hair, brown eyes, white skin, 5'9, scrawny.
Bio: Being an Imperial Guardsman has always been a wish of Bernhardt's. His parents were true believers in the Imperium of Man. His father especially, considering his relatively high position in the Guard. His father always stood up a little straighter and his smile always widened when Bernhardt talked about signing up to serve the Emperor. It was a good existence, having an officer for a father, even if he didn't see him often... That is, until the Xenos tore his father's body apart. Orks, they said, Orks and their exploding pets. Bernhardt always had a dark, burning hatred in his heart for the Xenos, and a searing rage in his gut. Eventually, the time came for his hand to write his name on the enlistment papers.
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Weapon: Lasgun
Armor: Flak Armor (The texture of the armor would suggest a warrior caste-born soldier. He was among many to be born into a militaristic family willing to give up everything for the emperor. Although rough, the texture suggests build by a machine, hinting towards an urban homeworld.)
Misc.:
Squad: Sgt. Kasey, Trooper Sandall [KIA], Trooper Markhov, Trooper Marel, Trooper Kruskov
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Condition:

again? towards the sponson grot again?

Name: Sean Deane
Age: unknown (approx late 20's)
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Sharpshooter
Physical Description: 6ft 2', golden iris, dark brown hair, tanned skin, slim but muscular, white scar running from right eye to pelvis.
Bio: Born to slaves on the homeworld of The Raven Guard, Deliverance, his skill with a needler, a highly powerful weapon, was honed with his father out in the wasteland that surrounded their home. Over time his skill far and away outpaced his fathers. His skill of thievery, trickery, misdirection and stealth kept him and his family fed throughout the years. Eventually he found his way on the mercenary path, in which his skill beat all others. Being a merc was a dangerous life style he chose because he had to. One day after a long slog of an assignment when he returned home all he found was ash, dust and a metal pole sticking into the ground. The pole was slick with red blood that had yet to dry in the hot sun and attached to the pole was his family. His mother, his father, his sister, all dead, murdered. The stories say he walked into the desert and came out a month later claiming the bounties of the three desert kingpins who had killed their way to a place of power in the region. After that he joined the imperial army gaining the title 'Raven' for his actions in and out of combat. He served with the Raven guard for a time where they taught him a skill that saved his life more than once, shadow-walking.

Ah, alright then. Well ok

they simply ignore you and take off down towards the the barricade while the heavy weapons follow, the troopers stay about 10 ten meters behind keeping suppressive fire.

"Oh yes raven, whatever you say sir."
one says, followed by some more jeers, and a few chuckles.

 

Posted Jan 25, '14 at 11:06am

trooper555able

trooper555able

141 posts

Name: Bernhardt Aschen
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Trooper
Physical Description: Cropped brown hair, brown eyes, white skin, 5'9, scrawny.
Bio: Being an Imperial Guardsman has always been a wish of Bernhardt's. His parents were true believers in the Imperium of Man. His father especially, considering his relatively high position in the Guard. His father always stood up a little straighter and his smile always widened when Bernhardt talked about signing up to serve the Emperor. It was a good existence, having an officer for a father, even if he didn't see him often... That is, until the Xenos tore his father's body apart. Orks, they said, Orks and their exploding pets. Bernhardt always had a dark, burning hatred in his heart for the Xenos, and a searing rage in his gut. Eventually, the time came for his hand to write his name on the enlistment papers.
---------
Weapon: Lasgun
Armor: Flak Armor (The texture of the armor would suggest a warrior caste-born soldier. He was among many to be born into a militaristic family willing to give up everything for the emperor. Although rough, the texture suggests build by a machine, hinting towards an urban homeworld.)
Misc.:
Squad: Sgt. Kasey, Trooper Sandall [KIA], Trooper Markhov, Trooper Marel, Trooper Kruskov
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Condition:

Well, I intend opening the hatch and shooting the occupants. I wanted to throw a frag in there but, well, I used them all. :P

 

Posted Jan 25, '14 at 11:15am

loco5

loco5

1,289 posts

Name: Bernhardt Aschen
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Trooper
Physical Description: Cropped brown hair, brown eyes, white skin, 5'9, scrawny.
Bio: Being an Imperial Guardsman has always been a wish of Bernhardt's. His parents were true believers in the Imperium of Man. His father especially, considering his relatively high position in the Guard. His father always stood up a little straighter and his smile always widened when Bernhardt talked about signing up to serve the Emperor. It was a good existence, having an officer for a father, even if he didn't see him often... That is, until the Xenos tore his father's body apart. Orks, they said, Orks and their exploding pets. Bernhardt always had a dark, burning hatred in his heart for the Xenos, and a searing rage in his gut. Eventually, the time came for his hand to write his name on the enlistment papers.
---------
Weapon: Lasgun
Armor: Flak Armor (The texture of the armor would suggest a warrior caste-born soldier. He was among many to be born into a militaristic family willing to give up everything for the emperor. Although rough, the texture suggests build by a machine, hinting towards an urban homeworld.)
Misc.:
Squad: Sgt. Kasey, Trooper Sandall [KIA], Trooper Markhov, Trooper Marel, Trooper Kruskov
--------
Condition:

WEll you were just through there, and the little guy on the side of the tank made a show out of you, there is no cover anymore.

 

Posted Jan 25, '14 at 11:57am

trooper555able

trooper555able

141 posts

Name: Bernhardt Aschen
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Trooper
Physical Description: Cropped brown hair, brown eyes, white skin, 5'9, scrawny.
Bio: Being an Imperial Guardsman has always been a wish of Bernhardt's. His parents were true believers in the Imperium of Man. His father especially, considering his relatively high position in the Guard. His father always stood up a little straighter and his smile always widened when Bernhardt talked about signing up to serve the Emperor. It was a good existence, having an officer for a father, even if he didn't see him often... That is, until the Xenos tore his father's body apart. Orks, they said, Orks and their exploding pets. Bernhardt always had a dark, burning hatred in his heart for the Xenos, and a searing rage in his gut. Eventually, the time came for his hand to write his name on the enlistment papers.
---------
Weapon: Lasgun
Armor: Flak Armor (The texture of the armor would suggest a warrior caste-born soldier. He was among many to be born into a militaristic family willing to give up everything for the emperor. Although rough, the texture suggests build by a machine, hinting towards an urban homeworld.)
Misc.:
Squad: Sgt. Kasey, Trooper Sandall [KIA], Trooper Markhov, Trooper Marel, Trooper Kruskov
--------
Condition:

Oh, I figured that was a separate incident. I guess I'll return to my men to make sure they're okay.

 

Posted Jan 25, '14 at 2:21pm

JACKinbigletters

JACKinbigletters

91 posts

Name: Sean Deane
Age: unknown (approx late 20's)
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Sharpshooter
Physical Description: 6ft 2', golden iris, dark brown hair, tanned skin, slim but muscular, white scar running from right eye to pelvis.
Bio: Born to slaves on the homeworld of The Raven Guard, Deliverance, his skill with a needler, a highly powerful weapon, was honed with his father out in the wasteland that surrounded their home. Over time his skill far and away outpaced his fathers. His skill of thievery, trickery, misdirection and stealth kept him and his family fed throughout the years. Eventually he found his way on the mercenary path, in which his skill beat all others. Being a merc was a dangerous life style he chose because he had to. One day after a long slog of an assignment when he returned home all he found was ash, dust and a metal pole sticking into the ground. The pole was slick with red blood that had yet to dry in the hot sun and attached to the pole was his family. His mother, his father, his sister, all dead, murdered. The stories say he walked into the desert and came out a month later claiming the bounties of the three desert kingpins who had killed their way to a place of power in the region. After that he joined the imperial army gaining the title 'Raven' for his actions in and out of combat. He served with the Raven guard for a time where they taught him a skill that saved his life more than once, shadow-walking.
---------
Weapon: Needler sniper rifle, combat knife,
Armor: Flak Armor (has raven guard markings on the right shoulder)
Misc.: snare mines, krak grenades, gas mask, camo cloak.
--------
Condition:

I take note of the soldier who made the comment, committing his face to memory.
I walk toward, and then into, a building that seems to give me the best view of the fighting below. 'To glory you run, but death awaits those who willingly run toward Orks.' I whisper to myself.

 

Posted Jan 25, '14 at 3:05pm

loco5

loco5

1,289 posts

Name: Sean Deane
Age: unknown (approx late 20's)
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Sharpshooter
Physical Description: 6ft 2', golden iris, dark brown hair, tanned skin, slim but muscular, white scar running from right eye to pelvis.
Bio: Born to slaves on the homeworld of The Raven Guard, Deliverance, his skill with a needler, a highly powerful weapon, was honed with his father out in the wasteland that surrounded their home. Over time his skill far and away outpaced his fathers. His skill of thievery, trickery, misdirection and stealth kept him and his family fed throughout the years. Eventually he found his way on the mercenary path, in which his skill beat all others. Being a merc was a dangerous life style he chose because he had to. One day after a long slog of an assignment when he returned home all he found was ash, dust and a metal pole sticking into the ground. The pole was slick with red blood that had yet to dry in the hot sun and attached to the pole was his family. His mother, his father, his sister, all dead, murdered. The stories say he walked into the desert and came out a month later claiming the bounties of the three desert kingpins who had killed their way to a place of power in the region. After that he joined the imperial army gaining the title 'Raven' for his actions in and out of combat. He served with the Raven guard for a time where they taught him a skill that saved his life more than once, shadow-walking.
---------
Weapon: Needler sniper rifle, combat knife,
Armor: Flak Armor (has raven guard markings on the right shoulder)
Misc.: snare mines, krak grenades, gas mask, camo cloak.
--------
Condition:

WEll all the buildings are off to the side and none too high. but you get into the roof of a second story building. You watch, the assault troopers lay a rain of grenades that keep the gretchin's heads down as the heavy weapons set up and start firing, tearing their defenses apart. The troopers begin to move forward under the withering fire.

 

Posted Jan 25, '14 at 7:45pm

JACKinbigletters

JACKinbigletters

91 posts

Name: Sean Deane
Age: unknown (approx late 20's)
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Sharpshooter
Physical Description: 6ft 2', golden iris, dark brown hair, tanned skin, slim but muscular, white scar running from right eye to pelvis.
Bio: Born to slaves on the homeworld of The Raven Guard, Deliverance, his skill with a needler, a highly powerful weapon, was honed with his father out in the wasteland that surrounded their home. Over time his skill far and away outpaced his fathers. His skill of thievery, trickery, misdirection and stealth kept him and his family fed throughout the years. Eventually he found his way on the mercenary path, in which his skill beat all others. Being a merc was a dangerous life style he chose because he had to. One day after a long slog of an assignment when he returned home all he found was ash, dust and a metal pole sticking into the ground. The pole was slick with red blood that had yet to dry in the hot sun and attached to the pole was his family. His mother, his father, his sister, all dead, murdered. The stories say he walked into the desert and came out a month later claiming the bounties of the three desert kingpins who had killed their way to a place of power in the region. After that he joined the imperial army gaining the title 'Raven' for his actions in and out of combat. He served with the Raven guard for a time where they taught him a skill that saved his life more than once, shadow-walking.
---------
Weapon: Needler sniper rifle, combat knife,
Armor: Flak Armor (has raven guard markings on the right shoulder)
Misc.: snare mines, krak grenades, gas mask, camo cloak.
--------
Condition:

I continue to move along the roofs, watching the battle unfold, I glance around in case any Orks decide to come up here as well.

 

Posted Jan 26, '14 at 3:43pm

loco5

loco5

1,289 posts

Name: Bernhardt Aschen
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Trooper
Physical Description: Cropped brown hair, brown eyes, white skin, 5'9, scrawny.
Bio: Being an Imperial Guardsman has always been a wish of Bernhardt's. His parents were true believers in the Imperium of Man. His father especially, considering his relatively high position in the Guard. His father always stood up a little straighter and his smile always widened when Bernhardt talked about signing up to serve the Emperor. It was a good existence, having an officer for a father, even if he didn't see him often... That is, until the Xenos tore his father's body apart. Orks, they said, Orks and their exploding pets. Bernhardt always had a dark, burning hatred in his heart for the Xenos, and a searing rage in his gut. Eventually, the time came for his hand to write his name on the enlistment papers.
---------
Weapon: Lasgun
Armor: Flak Armor (The texture of the armor would suggest a warrior caste-born soldier. He was among many to be born into a militaristic family willing to give up everything for the emperor. Although rough, the texture suggests build by a machine, hinting towards an urban homeworld.)
Misc.:
Squad: Sgt. Kasey, Trooper Sandall [KIA], Trooper Markhov, Trooper Marel, Trooper Kruskov
--------
Condition:

Yeah they are, they've retreated back behind the Leman Russ Executioner. The impressive main gun starts to charge up. Many of the orks ineffectually firing at the tank. You see one of the bolter rounds nick one of the coolant tubes outside, and it starts to leak slightly. The weapon finally charges and starts to fire a very impressive beam of solid plasma, the devastation shearing through the ground and reducing many orks to dust, this prompts many of them to finally take cover, ducking low and such. But you see the tube is now spraying coolant, and the weapon sputters and stops. The commander pops out of the watch and sees the problem, his eyes widen and he yells, "GET OuT OF HERE! GO GO GO!" as he pulls himself out.

The weapon grows very bright and starts to melt the metal, and with that you  turn and run the opposite way As the troopers nearby dive out of the way. The next second it explodes in a great blue fireball, leaving nothing more then the bottom half of the chassis. The men start to falter, a few slowly stepping back at first, then becoming more bold and starting a full rout. A yell pierces the din, "Hold formation!" you look and see a commissar, his bolt pistol smoking, and standing over the corpse of a guardsmen who was running, "Whoever else wants to run is sentenced to immediate death!"

Name: Sean Deane
Age: unknown (approx late 20's)
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Sharpshooter
Physical Description: 6ft 2', golden iris, dark brown hair, tanned skin, slim but muscular, white scar running from right eye to pelvis.
Bio: Born to slaves on the homeworld of The Raven Guard, Deliverance, his skill with a needler, a highly powerful weapon, was honed with his father out in the wasteland that surrounded their home. Over time his skill far and away outpaced his fathers. His skill of thievery, trickery, misdirection and stealth kept him and his family fed throughout the years. Eventually he found his way on the mercenary path, in which his skill beat all others. Being a merc was a dangerous life style he chose because he had to. One day after a long slog of an assignment when he returned home all he found was ash, dust and a metal pole sticking into the ground. The pole was slick with red blood that had yet to dry in the hot sun and attached to the pole was his family. His mother, his father, his sister, all dead, murdered. The stories say he walked into the desert and came out a month later claiming the bounties of the three desert kingpins who had killed their way to a place of power in the region. After that he joined the imperial army gaining the title 'Raven' for his actions in and out of combat. He served with the Raven guard for a time where they taught him a skill that saved his life more than once, shadow-walking.
---------
Weapon: Needler sniper rifle, combat knife,
Armor: Flak Armor (has raven guard markings on the right shoulder)
Misc.: snare mines, krak grenades, gas mask, camo cloak.
--------
Condition:

You reach the end of the first and are stopped by an impressive 6 foot gap.

 

Posted Jan 26, '14 at 4:54pm

trooper555able

trooper555able

141 posts

Name: Bernhardt Aschen
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Trooper
Physical Description: Cropped brown hair, brown eyes, white skin, 5'9, scrawny.
Bio: Being an Imperial Guardsman has always been a wish of Bernhardt's. His parents were true believers in the Imperium of Man. His father especially, considering his relatively high position in the Guard. His father always stood up a little straighter and his smile always widened when Bernhardt talked about signing up to serve the Emperor. It was a good existence, having an officer for a father, even if he didn't see him often... That is, until the Xenos tore his father's body apart. Orks, they said, Orks and their exploding pets. Bernhardt always had a dark, burning hatred in his heart for the Xenos, and a searing rage in his gut. Eventually, the time came for his hand to write his name on the enlistment papers.
---------
Weapon: Lasgun
Armor: Flak Armor (The texture of the armor would suggest a warrior caste-born soldier. He was among many to be born into a militaristic family willing to give up everything for the emperor. Although rough, the texture suggests build by a machine, hinting towards an urban homeworld.)
Misc.:
Squad: Sgt. Kasey, Trooper Sandall [KIA], Trooper Markhov, Trooper Marel, Trooper Kruskov
--------
Condition:

"In the name of the Emperor, I shall hold my ground, sir!" I yell. I turn in my piece of cover and fire upon any Orks that would seem to be a serious threat to the formation as a whole.

 

Posted Jan 26, '14 at 4:58pm

JACKinbigletters

JACKinbigletters

91 posts

Name: Sean Deane
Age: unknown (approx late 20's)
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Sharpshooter
Physical Description: 6ft 2', golden iris, dark brown hair, tanned skin, slim but muscular, white scar running from right eye to pelvis.
Bio: Born to slaves on the homeworld of The Raven Guard, Deliverance, his skill with a needler, a highly powerful weapon, was honed with his father out in the wasteland that surrounded their home. Over time his skill far and away outpaced his fathers. His skill of thievery, trickery, misdirection and stealth kept him and his family fed throughout the years. Eventually he found his way on the mercenary path, in which his skill beat all others. Being a merc was a dangerous life style he chose because he had to. One day after a long slog of an assignment when he returned home all he found was ash, dust and a metal pole sticking into the ground. The pole was slick with red blood that had yet to dry in the hot sun and attached to the pole was his family. His mother, his father, his sister, all dead, murdered. The stories say he walked into the desert and came out a month later claiming the bounties of the three desert kingpins who had killed their way to a place of power in the region. After that he joined the imperial army gaining the title 'Raven' for his actions in and out of combat. He served with the Raven guard for a time where they taught him a skill that saved his life more than once, shadow-walking.
---------
Weapon: Needler sniper rifle, combat knife,
Armor: Flak Armor (has raven guard markings on the right shoulder)
Misc.: snare mines, krak grenades, gas mask, camo cloak.
--------
Condition:

'Bah I've jumped farther' I mutter. I move back a few paces keeping an eye on a strong foothold on the ledge. I sprint forward leaping toward the next building arms extended to catch the ledge.

 
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