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Posted January 5, '14 4:13am UTC

It's the 41st Millenium, and the entire galaxy is in upheaval. Humankind is xenophobic, militaristic. Though in a galaxy full of warmongering aliens, it helps to have those traits. Orks, Eldar, Tyranids, Tau, they all pose threats to humankind and are all warring the Imperium of man, and each other. Even traveling between planets isn't safe, to travel you have to use the warp, which is filled with unimaginable creatures and 4 gods of chaos. People with mutations or who have psychic abilities are especially effected. but anyone can be turned to chaos and become horribly mutated and insane. In this grim dark future, there is only war.

You play someone who, by choice, birth, or by the Imperiums will, are in the Imperial Guard, the main standing army of the Imperium. Who defend the citizens from Xeno and chaos alike. Sent to the World Ament Prime, a large Agricultural world. Reports are that a very large ork WAAAAGH! (orkish warband) is heading straight for the world. You serve in the 341st Reconstituted regiment, who are made from the survivors of other regiments considered to be wiped out. Heading towards the planet as it serves a vital role for the sector, feeding it. Aboard the Imperial Navy ship "The Strictest Doctrine" You are near the planet, it seems peaceful, and prosperous. Though it won't last long.
Ament Prime:
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Races:
Ogryn: Large and very simple minded, and fiercely loyal, believing every order comes from the emperor of mankind himself.
Ratling: Short, quiet, and rather promiscuous. These diminutive people make the best snipers and scouts, and half decent troopers.
Beastmen: People who don't look unlike the mythological Minotaur, despite the Imperium's heavy disapproval of mutants, these lesser mutated people are allowed to serve in the Imperial Guard
Humans: Standard Run of the mill human, comes from any and all backgrounds, from feral worlds that seek out to kill anything living on them, to feudal worlds, that seem like the bygone era of knights and lords during Holy Terra's history. To super advanced Hive Worlds, which contain cities stacked on top of cities, and sometimes stacked on top of more cities.

Classes:
Trooper: Standard trooper, armed with a lasgun and flak armor

Sharpshooter: Long range killers, usually cold and emotionless as they watch man and xeno alike die from their rifle.

Fire Support: Carrying a large wheel mounted heavy bolter, they may need to set up, but once they are, they can mow down all but the heaviest infantry (can't be Ratling)

Anti-Tank:Carrying a shoulder mounted missile launcher, and a backpack with a variety of missiles, they can take a variety of roles, but are usually anti-vehicle (Can't be Ratling).

Rough Rider: On a fast bike, with a laspistol and an explosive Hunting Lance they can scout, and ride through lines blasting away at the enemy. (Human Only)

Grenadier: Armed similar to a storm trooper, but they operate with a regular regiment, but are none the less equally trained in assaulted fortified enemy positions, and leading attacks.

Tank Commander: The commander of a standard Leman Russ tank, these multi role tanks smash through enemy infantry and armor alike. (can't be Ogryn)

Name:
Age:
Gender: (Females can be in the Imperial Guard)
Race:
Class:
Physical Description:
Bio:Optional
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Weapon:
Armor:
Misc.:
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If you have any questions about races, equipment, classes, etc. feel free to ask.

It's the 41st Millenium, and the entire galaxy is in upheaval. Humankind is xenophobic, militaristic. Though in a galaxy full of warmongering aliens, it helps to have those traits. Orks, Eldar, Tyranids, Tau, they all pose threats to humankind and are all warring the Imperium of man, and each other. Even traveling between planets isn't safe, to travel you have to use the warp, which is filled with unimaginable creatures and 4 gods of chaos. People with mutations or who have psychic abilities are especially effected. but anyone can be turned to chaos and become horribly mutated and insane. In this grim dark future, there is only war.\r\n\r\nYou play someone who, by choice, birth, or by the Imperiums will, are in the Imperial Guard, the main standing army of the Imperium. Who defend the citizens from Xeno and chaos alike. Sent to the World Ament Prime, a large Agricultural world. Reports are that a very large ork WAAAAGH! (orkish warband) is heading straight for the world. You serve in the 341st Reconstituted regiment, who are made from the survivors of other regiments considered to be wiped out. Heading towards the planet as it serves a vital role for the sector, feeding it. Aboard the Imperial Navy ship "The Strictest Doctrine" You are near the  planet, it seems peaceful, and prosperous. Though it won't last long. \r\nAment Prime:\r\n[img]http://worldgen.bin.sh/worldgen.cgi?palette=Atlas&iter=5000&cmd=Create&name=Ament%20Prime&pct_ice=20&height=400&seed=1388890613&rotate=274&projection=Square&pct_water=50&motif=SciFi[/img]\r\n\r\nRaces:\r\nOgryn: Large and very simple minded, and fiercely loyal, believing every order comes from the emperor of mankind himself.\r\nRatling: Short, quiet, and rather promiscuous. These diminutive people make the best snipers and scouts, and half decent troopers.\r\nBeastmen: People who don't look unlike the mythological Minotaur, despite the Imperium's heavy disapproval of mutants, these lesser mutated people are allowed to serve in the Imperial Guard\r\nHumans: Standard Run of the mill human, comes from any and all backgrounds, from feral worlds that seek out to kill anything living on them, to  feudal worlds, that seem like the bygone era of knights and lords during Holy Terra's history. To super advanced Hive Worlds, which contain cities stacked on top of cities, and sometimes stacked on top of more cities.\r\n\r\nClasses:\r\nTrooper: Standard trooper, armed with a lasgun and flak armor\r\n\r\nSharpshooter: Long range killers, usually cold and emotionless as they watch man and xeno alike die from their rifle.\r\n\r\nFire Support: Carrying a large wheel mounted heavy bolter, they may need to set up, but once they are, they can mow down all but the heaviest infantry (can't be Ratling)\r\n\r\nAnti-Tank:Carrying a shoulder mounted missile launcher, and a backpack with a variety of missiles, they can take a variety of roles, but are usually anti-vehicle (Can't be Ratling).\r\n\r\nRough Rider: On a fast bike, with a laspistol and an explosive Hunting Lance they can scout, and ride through lines blasting away at the enemy. (Human Only)\r\n\r\nGrenadier: Armed similar to a storm trooper, but they operate with a regular regiment, but are none the less equally trained in assaulted fortified enemy positions, and leading attacks.\r\n\r\nTank Commander: The commander of a standard Leman Russ tank, these multi role tanks smash through enemy infantry and armor alike. (can't be Ogryn)\r\n\r\n\r\nName:\r\nAge:\r\nGender: (Females can be in the Imperial Guard)\r\nRace:\r\nClass:\r\nPhysical Description:\r\nBio:Optional\r\n---------\r\nWeapon:\r\nArmor:\r\nMisc.:\r\n--------\r\nCondition: \r\n\r\nIf you have any questions about races, equipment, classes, etc. feel free to ask.

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Peasant

Posted January 12, '14 7:27pm UTC

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.:
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Condition:

two guardsmen follow trooper Sandell, and trooper Markhov, and you move around through some alleys, you get to their backs, and you open fire, scoring their less armored back with lasbolts. blasting out large chunks. They both collapse, dead, to the crack of lasgun fire.

Name: Bernhardt Aschen\r\nAge: 18\r\nGender: Male\r\nRace: Human\r\nClass: Trooper\r\nPhysical Description: Cropped brown hair, brown eyes, white skin, 5'9, scrawny.\r\nBio: 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.\r\n---------\r\nWeapon: Lasgun\r\nArmor: 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.)\r\nMisc.:\r\n--------\r\nCondition:\r\n\r\n\r\ntwo guardsmen follow trooper Sandell, and trooper Markhov, and you move around through some alleys, you get to their backs, and  you open fire, scoring their less armored back with lasbolts. blasting out large chunks. They both collapse, dead, to the crack of lasgun fire.

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Nomad

Posted January 13, '14 2:07am UTC

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.:
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Condition:

We converge on the wounded Arbite and cordon off the area, we'll await the mysterious Inquisition man.

Name: Bernhardt Aschen\r\nAge: 18\r\nGender: Male\r\nRace: Human\r\nClass: Trooper\r\nPhysical Description: Cropped brown hair, brown eyes, white skin, 5'9, scrawny.\r\nBio: 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.\r\n---------\r\nWeapon: Lasgun\r\nArmor: 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.)\r\nMisc.:\r\n--------\r\nCondition:\r\n\r\nWe converge on the wounded Arbite and cordon off the area, we'll await the mysterious Inquisition man.

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16,288 posts

Peasant

Posted January 13, '14 2:31am UTC

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.:
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Condition:

soon enough, you see a small cadre of figures close in, one clad in a robe, two with hellfire lasguns, both tall and intimidating, and a pretty young woman, who appears to be muttering quietly to herself.

Name: Bernhardt Aschen\r\nAge: 18\r\nGender: Male\r\nRace: Human\r\nClass: Trooper\r\nPhysical Description: Cropped brown hair, brown eyes, white skin, 5'9, scrawny.\r\nBio: 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.\r\n---------\r\nWeapon: Lasgun\r\nArmor: 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.)\r\nMisc.:\r\n--------\r\nCondition:\r\n\r\n\r\nsoon enough, you see a small cadre of figures close in, one clad in a robe, two with hellfire lasguns, both tall and intimidating, and a pretty young woman, who appears to be muttering quietly to herself.

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Posted January 13, '14 3:08pm UTC

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Posted January 13, '14 7:28pm UTC

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.
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Weapon: Needler sniper rifle, combat knife,
Armor: Flak Armor
Misc.: snare mines, krak grenades, gas mask, med kit, camo cloak.
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Condition:

Warhammer 40k RPG, yes please

Name: Sean Deane\r\nAge: unknown (approx late 20's)\r\nGender: Male\r\nRace: Human\r\nClass: Sharpshooter\r\nPhysical Description: 6ft 2', golden iris, dark brown hair, tanned skin, slim but muscular, white scar running from right eye to pelvis.\r\nBio: 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.\r\n---------\r\nWeapon: Needler sniper rifle, combat knife, \r\nArmor: Flak Armor\r\nMisc.: snare mines, krak grenades, gas mask, med kit, camo cloak.\r\n--------\r\nCondition:\r\n\r\nWarhammer 40k RPG, yes please

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Nomad

Posted January 13, '14 8:43pm UTC

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.:
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Condition:

"Inquisition." I say to the others. "I'd suggest looking lively." I stand at attention at point at the Arbite in question. "This is him."

Name: Bernhardt Aschen\r\nAge: 18\r\nGender: Male\r\nRace: Human\r\nClass: Trooper\r\nPhysical Description: Cropped brown hair, brown eyes, white skin, 5'9, scrawny.\r\nBio: 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.\r\n---------\r\nWeapon: Lasgun\r\nArmor: 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.)\r\nMisc.:\r\n--------\r\nCondition:\r\n\r\n"Inquisition." I say to the others. "I'd suggest looking lively." I stand at attention at point at the Arbite in question. "This is him."

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16,288 posts

Peasant

Posted January 14, '14 12:07am UTC

Name: Aleksa Bodin
Age:25
Gender: Male
Race:Human
Class:Fire Support
Physical Description: Tall,Black hair,blue eyes,white skin,average build
Bio:Born and raised in hive city being member of poor family it didnt take long for him to be tempted by local gangs,so he join one of many in the city he stated with just pickpocketing but as time passed he started selling drugs breaking in people houses and ending up killing,as time passed he attracted more and more attention his lust for money and easy life made him careless so one day he and his gang was arrested and he was faces with death penalty,but then officer from imperial guard showed up and offer all prisoners to redeem themselves by joining guard and defend humanity so with no other choice he joined.
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Weapon:Carriage Mounted Heavy Bolter, laspistol, Chainsword,
Armor: Flak Armor
Misc.: Metal Storm Frag Rounds
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Condition:

the aide responds lazily, "go ahead."

You vox out if anyone needs support, when the tanks outside offer a ride to where they will go next.

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
Misc.: snare mines, krak grenades, gas mask, med kit, camo cloak.
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Condition:

do you want to start from the beginning or skip to where the game is currently at.

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.:
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Condition:

They all snap to their best attention. And the Inquisitor arrives, "This is him? Alright." He lifts up one of his robe arms to reveal an augmented hand, which he runs over the Arbite, wriggling in pain on the ground. The woman starts muttering louder, "Sick, death. Smells terrible." as if she weren't quite there.

After some tense inspections, the two guards alert for the enemy, the inquisitor stands. "How did he get like this?"

Name: Aleksa Bodin\r\nAge:25\r\nGender: Male\r\nRace:Human\r\nClass:Fire Support\r\nPhysical Description: Tall,Black hair,blue eyes,white skin,average build\r\nBio:Born and raised in hive city being member of poor family it didnt take long for him to be tempted by local gangs,so he join one of many in the city he stated with just pickpocketing but as time passed he started selling drugs breaking in people houses and ending up killing,as time passed he attracted more and more attention his lust for money and easy life made him careless so one day he and his gang was arrested and he was faces with death penalty,but then officer from imperial guard showed up and offer all prisoners to redeem themselves by joining guard and defend humanity so with no other choice he joined.\r\n---------\r\nWeapon:Carriage Mounted Heavy Bolter,  laspistol, Chainsword,\r\nArmor: Flak Armor\r\nMisc.: Metal Storm Frag Rounds\r\n--------\r\nCondition:\r\n\r\n\r\nthe aide responds lazily, "go ahead."\r\n\r\nYou vox out if anyone needs support, when the tanks outside offer a ride to where they will go next.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nName: Sean Deane\r\nAge: unknown (approx late 20's)\r\nGender: Male\r\nRace: Human\r\nClass: Sharpshooter\r\nPhysical Description: 6ft 2', golden iris, dark brown hair, tanned skin, slim but muscular, white scar running from right eye to pelvis.\r\nBio: 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.\r\n---------\r\nWeapon: Needler sniper rifle, combat knife,\r\nArmor: Flak Armor\r\nMisc.: snare mines, krak grenades, gas mask, med kit, camo cloak.\r\n--------\r\nCondition:\r\n\r\n\r\ndo you want to start from the beginning or skip to where the game is currently at.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nName: Bernhardt Aschen\r\nAge: 18\r\nGender: Male\r\nRace: Human\r\nClass: Trooper\r\nPhysical Description: Cropped brown hair, brown eyes, white skin, 5'9, scrawny.\r\nBio: 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.\r\n---------\r\nWeapon: Lasgun\r\nArmor: 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.)\r\nMisc.:\r\n--------\r\nCondition:\r\n\r\n\r\nThey all snap to their best attention. And the Inquisitor arrives, "This is him? Alright." He lifts up one of his robe arms to reveal an augmented hand, which he runs over the Arbite, wriggling in pain on the ground. The woman starts muttering louder, "Sick, death. Smells terrible." as if she weren't quite there.\r\n\r\n\r\nAfter some tense inspections, the two guards alert for the enemy, the inquisitor stands. "How did he get like this?"

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trooper555able

2,316 posts

Nomad

Posted January 14, '14 12:33am UTC

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.:
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Condition:

"He was stabbed by a Cultist with a knife that looked like it had liquid infection oozing off of it, sir. Something about Grandpa Nurgle. It's still at the house we engaged in, I presume." I turn my head to the woman. Probably a Psyker. I start patting her shoulder lightly. "There, there, he'll be alright soon. I'm sure of it."

Name: Bernhardt Aschen\r\nAge: 18\r\nGender: Male\r\nRace: Human\r\nClass: Trooper\r\nPhysical Description: Cropped brown hair, brown eyes, white skin, 5'9, scrawny.\r\nBio: 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.\r\n---------\r\nWeapon: Lasgun\r\nArmor: 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.)\r\nMisc.:\r\n--------\r\nCondition:\r\n\r\n"He was stabbed by a Cultist with a knife that looked like it had liquid infection oozing off of it, sir. Something about Grandpa Nurgle. It's still at the house we engaged in, I presume." I turn my head to the woman. Probably a Psyker. I start patting her shoulder lightly. "There, there, he'll be alright soon. I'm sure of it."

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loco5

16,288 posts

Peasant

Posted January 14, '14 12:37am UTC

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.:
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Condition:

Ironically right when you say that the Arbite receives the prescription of a lasbolt to the skull, she doesn't notice you or the scene either. "Nurgle cultists" he growls, "When you go back to base, request that your unit gets a flamer. You don't want to be near a cultist, or a Plaguebearer, where is the knife that he was stabbed with?"

Name: Bernhardt Aschen\r\nAge: 18\r\nGender: Male\r\nRace: Human\r\nClass: Trooper\r\nPhysical Description: Cropped brown hair, brown eyes, white skin, 5'9, scrawny.\r\nBio: 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.\r\n---------\r\nWeapon: Lasgun\r\nArmor: 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.)\r\nMisc.:\r\n--------\r\nCondition:\r\n\r\n\r\nIronically right when you say that the Arbite receives the prescription of a lasbolt to the skull, she doesn't notice you or the scene either. "Nurgle cultists" he growls, "When you go back to base, request that your unit gets a flamer. You don't want to be near a cultist, or a Plaguebearer, where is the knife that he was stabbed with?"

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trooper555able

2,316 posts

Nomad

Posted January 14, '14 1:37am UTC

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.:
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Condition:

"Back at the house we fought in. Big pile of Ork corpses, Cultists in PDF strewn about, hard to miss but I can send someone back with you."

Name: Bernhardt Aschen\r\nAge: 18\r\nGender: Male\r\nRace: Human\r\nClass: Trooper\r\nPhysical Description: Cropped brown hair, brown eyes, white skin, 5'9, scrawny.\r\nBio: 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.\r\n---------\r\nWeapon: Lasgun\r\nArmor: 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.)\r\nMisc.:\r\n--------\r\nCondition:\r\n\r\n"Back at the house we fought in. Big pile of Ork corpses, Cultists in PDF strewn about, hard to miss but I can send someone back with you."

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loco5

16,288 posts

Peasant

Posted January 14, '14 1:44am UTC

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2,188 posts

Nomad

Posted January 14, '14 4:13pm UTC

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9,363 posts

Treasurer

Posted January 14, '14 4:38pm UTC

Name: Sean Deane\r\nAge: unknown (approx late 20's)\r\nGender: Male\r\nRace: Human\r\nClass: Sharpshooter\r\nPhysical Description: 6ft 2', golden iris, dark brown hair, tanned skin, slim but muscular, white scar running from right eye to pelvis.\r\nBio: 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.\r\n---------\r\nWeapon: Needler sniper rifle, combat knife,\r\nArmor: Flak Armor\r\nMisc.: snare mines, krak grenades, gas mask, med kit, camo cloak.\r\n--------\r\nCondition:\r\n\r\nEther one will work for me.

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trooper555able

2,316 posts

Nomad

Posted January 14, '14 8:15pm UTC

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.:
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Condition:

"Acknowledged, stay safe, sir." I give him a quick salute before signaling the others.

Name: Bernhardt Aschen\r\nAge: 18\r\nGender: Male\r\nRace: Human\r\nClass: Trooper\r\nPhysical Description: Cropped brown hair, brown eyes, white skin, 5'9, scrawny.\r\nBio: 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.\r\n---------\r\nWeapon: Lasgun\r\nArmor: 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.)\r\nMisc.:\r\n--------\r\nCondition:\r\n\r\n"Acknowledged, stay safe, sir." I give him a quick salute before signaling the others.

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loco5

16,288 posts

Peasant

Posted January 15, '14 2:29am UTC

Name: Aleksa Bodin
Age:25
Gender: Male
Race:Human
Class:Fire Support
Physical Description: Tall,Black hair,blue eyes,white skin,average build
Bio:Born and raised in hive city being member of poor family it didnt take long for him to be tempted by local gangs,so he join one of many in the city he stated with just pickpocketing but as time passed he started selling drugs breaking in people houses and ending up killing,as time passed he attracted more and more attention his lust for money and easy life made him careless so one day he and his gang was arrested and he was faces with death penalty,but then officer from imperial guard showed up and offer all prisoners to redeem themselves by joining guard and defend humanity so with no other choice he joined.
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Weapon:Carriage Mounted Heavy Bolter, laspistol, Chainsword,
Armor: Flak Armor
Misc.: Metal Storm Frag Rounds
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Condition:

"we're being air lifted to a few islands off the coast, reports indicate one of their splinter roks, landed their and it happens to contain a lot of armor. So it's our job to eradicate it. We also need infantry support. Gathering some platoons as we speak, so you're welcomed to tag along."

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.
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Weapon: Needler sniper rifle, combat knife,
Armor: Flak Armor
Misc.: snare mines, krak grenades, gas mask, camo cloak.
--------
Condition:

Alright, well you've been through the entering of the city, then the first wave of Orks, then the rebellion of almost all the PDF units. And now. In the early morning as you watch a street for activity, you see a bright flash in the sky, like a nuclear bomb. you look up to see a huge asteroid hurtling somewhere further up the continent. and thousands of aircraft and space ships following it. a few of the smaller splinter parts are hurtling strait for the city!

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.:
--------
Condition:

You return to get some much needed rest, but it isn't but a few hours into your sleep when you hear a huge explosion, almost like a nuke went off in the atmosphere. You rush out and watch as a huge asteroid is hurtling toward the continent, followed by numerous planes and spacecraft.

Name: Aleksa Bodin\r\nAge:25\r\nGender: Male\r\nRace:Human\r\nClass:Fire Support\r\nPhysical Description: Tall,Black hair,blue eyes,white skin,average build\r\nBio:Born and raised in hive city being member of poor family it didnt take long for him to be tempted by local gangs,so he join one of many in the city he stated with just pickpocketing but as time passed he started selling drugs breaking in people houses and ending up killing,as time passed he attracted more and more attention his lust for money and easy life made him careless so one day he and his gang was arrested and he was faces with death penalty,but then officer from imperial guard showed up and offer all prisoners to redeem themselves by joining guard and defend humanity so with no other choice he joined.\r\n---------\r\nWeapon:Carriage Mounted Heavy Bolter,  laspistol, Chainsword,\r\nArmor: Flak Armor\r\nMisc.: Metal Storm Frag Rounds\r\n--------\r\nCondition:\r\n\r\n"we're being air lifted to a few islands off the coast, reports indicate one of their splinter roks, landed their and it happens to contain a lot of armor. So it's our job to eradicate it. We also need infantry support. Gathering some platoons as we speak, so you're welcomed to tag along."\r\n\r\n\r\nName: Sean Deane\r\nAge: unknown (approx late 20's)\r\nGender: Male\r\nRace: Human\r\nClass: Sharpshooter\r\nPhysical Description: 6ft 2', golden iris, dark brown hair, tanned skin, slim but muscular, white scar running from right eye to pelvis.\r\nBio: 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.\r\n---------\r\nWeapon: Needler sniper rifle, combat knife,\r\nArmor: Flak Armor\r\nMisc.: snare mines, krak grenades, gas mask, camo cloak.\r\n--------\r\nCondition:\r\n\r\nAlright, well you've been through the entering of the city, then the first wave of Orks, then the rebellion of almost all the PDF units. And now. In the early morning as you watch a street for activity, you see a bright flash in the sky, like a nuclear bomb. you look up to see a huge asteroid hurtling somewhere further up the continent. and thousands of aircraft and space ships following it. a few of the smaller splinter parts are hurtling strait for the city!\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nName: Bernhardt Aschen\r\nAge: 18\r\nGender: Male\r\nRace: Human\r\nClass: Trooper\r\nPhysical Description: Cropped brown hair, brown eyes, white skin, 5'9, scrawny.\r\nBio: 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.\r\n---------\r\nWeapon: Lasgun\r\nArmor: 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.)\r\nMisc.:\r\n--------\r\nCondition:\r\n\r\n\r\nYou return to get some much needed rest, but it isn't but a few hours into your sleep when you hear a huge explosion, almost like a nuke went off in the atmosphere. You rush out and watch as a huge asteroid is hurtling toward the continent, followed by numerous planes and spacecraft.

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