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Name: Ga'duk

Gender: M

Age:34

Faction/Race/Species: Ogryn 

Sub-Faction: Navy Boarding Fighter

Rank/Position: Bone'ead Bullgryn

Mental and Physical Traits: Ga'duk is highly intelligent for an Ogryn, he can count all the way to eight AND spell his name (usually... well, sometimes). after this he is large even compared to most Ogryn making him massively strong, having out muscled many an Ork Nob during a skirmish aboard an Ork Kruiser.

Ga'duk utilizes his bulk with terrifying results as he uses an ax that greatly resembles and Ork Choppa to batter through armor or ship bulkheads. He also carries a thick shield which is simply a large slab of armor with a handle, he is generally good at putting the shield between himself and bullets but it may take a couple of shells hitting his body armor to get his attention. He also has a simple Grenadier Gauntlet but he rarely uses it unless specifically ordered to. This however makes up his entire tactical ability, if he can not simply out-muscle his competition he is at a loss. If carefully directed he can be of assistance in ways other than violence such as "carry this missile" or "do NOT let anyone except ME onto the ship UNTIL i come back" (although this second command may be rather complicated for him)

Ga'duk's belief in the Emperor is ironclad and rock solid, although his severe stupidity allows this to be manipulated easily as he associates any kind of positive concept like "Good" to the Emperor. He even goes so far at attempting to write letters to the Emperor, as he had seen other soldiers writing to their family and loved ones. Unfortunately his letters and entirely unintelligible consisting of random squiggles on the parchment. 

Appearance: Ga'duk looks like most other Ogryn that have gone though the neurological enhancements with several cybernetic plugs jutting from his thick skull. He is huge, with bulging muscles straining against his heavy armor, he carries around a large gut as well with an extra hundred pounds of fat on his frame. This however does little more than add more mass for him to throw around. He is face is round and slightly childish, although heavily scarred from his service, he has a messy mop of dark hair sprouting from his head but this is usually covered by an armored environmental mask 

He has several tattoos that where applied while being told that the tattoos where the Emperors will, for everyone's safety. They are stylized depictions of rank and unit so that he can be easily identified when he gets lost and returned to his commander without hassle. the first tattoo is his unit number of 55 over a tattoo of a bull's head, the second is a large black aquila eagle across his chest. the aquila was a request by Ga'duk to emulate Astartes armor because he has a slight fascination with them.


Wargear: Ogryn sized Axe - reminiscent of Ork choppa, with cleaner imperial design
Combat Sheild - A huge slab of armor plating with straps to carry with
Grenadier Gauntlet - a rugged gauntlet used to soften targets before Ga'duk charges them with his axe


History:Ga'duk was born on a high gravity world like most other ogryn, but he was brought into service of the Imperium at a very young age. He was taught above all else to worship the one true Emperor, beyond this he was simply taught his duties through muscle memory. He mostly cleaned, mopping the floors of the small battle station above his home world. He did this quickly and quietly several years, the simple repetition very relaxing to young Ga'duk. while still a child, but still the size and strength of most other humans, he was conscripted into the Imperial navy. His conscription was due to his high intelligence as compared to most ogryn where he was given the BONE neural enhancement. He was raised from then on as a warrior, the assignment suited him just fine there was a thrill from blasting things and smashing things. However part of him still missed the simple days of mopping kilometers of hallway. 

Ga'duk excelled in his role of dumb muscle for the Imperium. He earned several commendations for his bravery and skill in battle aboard many an Ork ship. The trinkets where given to him "On behalf of the Emperor" and where treasured beyond any other of his possessions. The medals where painstakingly taken care of and affixed to the inside of his armor so that they wouldn't be damaged.

Ga'duk was reprimanded once in his esteemed career because he was "captured" by a team of Tau Fire-Warriors. He was sent ahead as a forward scout and meat shield in case the Tau had set up a defensive line around a corner. Ga'duk had found a half dozen fire-warriors who simply told him to "freeze" in low-gothic, an order which he decided to follow, although it did trouble him some that he was taking orders from an enemy. The warriors brought him to several places around the ship on their patrol all the while talking about the "Greater-Good" which intrigued Ga'duk as he assumed they where praying to the emperor. He was later found an hour later with the fire-warriors trying to explain why the "Empoor" and the "Graatur-Gud" must be the same thing in his extremely limited capacity. The squad that found him killed the fire-warriors and "rescued" Ga'duk then reported what they had found to his commander which earned his a mild lashing. 

He never forgot his brief time with the Tau and incorporated some of their ideas into his worship of the Emperor, not only serving the Emperor because he is supposed to but because it is for the greater good as well. This change in Belief was strange and noted in his records but ultimately allowed to continue because his belief in the emperor was just as strong as it ever had been.

He is now serving on the crew of a small frigate as a heavily armored Bullgryn who specializes in boarding actions with a squad of other specialists. 
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[hider= Oskar Rolt]
Name: Oskar Rolt

Gender: Male

Age: 45

Faction/Race/Species: Imperial Guard

Sub-Faction: Adepta Sororitas Strom Trooper attachment
158th Cadian (previous, Company recruited for Adepta sororitas storm troopers)
74th Penal legion (Previous, destroyed by Chaos Warband and Folded into 158th Cadian)
43rd Mordant Acid-Dogs (previous, sent to Penal legion for setting fire to a promethium tanker)

Rank/Position: Sergeant

Mental and Physical Traits: 
Demolitions expert: Oskar is well trained with bombs and explosives, He has used them to devastating effect to breech buildings and ships. He is particularly partial to incendiary devices such as Melta-Bombs and Molotovs

Pyromaniac: Oskar LOVES fire, nothing gives him more glee than scorching hordes of enemies with fire, although never with the riteous flair of the Adepta Sororitas. He just enjoys watching things burn. 

Agnostic: Oskar goes through the motions of Emperor worship but cares little for the practice, he only fights because he is allowed to purge with fire. In his personal belief the Emperor was probably the great unifyer like in the stories, but not godlike surely he was just a great man. As for the Chaos gods he ascribes them as personifying natural forces in the universe rather than actuall entities. The deamons and Psycher magic are one thing, and he had seen is fair share of them, but gods? no way..

Appearance: 
[img]http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/warhammer40k/images/2/2b/Penal_Legionary.png/revision/latest?cb=20150915120814[/img]

Wargear: 
Flamer
Las-gun
Melta Bomb
2x Phosphor grenade
4x Krack grenade
2x Satchel Charge
Carapace Armor
Entrenching tool
Combat knife
Unopened Infantry Primer

"Tactically aquired gear" (stolen)
Camo Cloak
Auspex scanner
Med-kit
Refractor Field

History:
Oskar grew up in the mordant acid-dog regiment moving from world to world with the army, before being moved into the white shields he was used as a [s]thief[/s] requisition officer to aquire what his platoon needed. His time in the white shields was nothing terribly special, fighting along side his platoon for a couple of years before being elevated to a full guardsman. Is pyromania was stoked further by being given a flamer and explosives and being trained as a demolitions expert. He proved his worth as a soldier for a few years gaining valuable combat experiance and burning things he aught not to. This came to a head when he set a promethium tanker alight and burned down a section of their encampment. The only thing that saved his life was that nobody was actually killed in the blast and resulting fires. He was sent to a penal legion to die in combat, but this is where his life took several strange turns.

The Penal legion was much like his parent regiment, although there where a few more of the Commisariat. His fellow soldiers where similar enough that he fit right in, and using his Acid-Dog skills of aquiring equipment. Before long his whole platoon was outfitted in weapons and armor that where a cut above most of the rest of the legion. This was probably his only saving grace. The legion was moved to some backwater planet reinforcing a Cadian regiment against a Chaos warband. They where instructed to hold the spaceport along side the Cadians with the caveat "At any cost" which suited them fine, they had nowhere to retreat to. The space port was the last secure area on the planet. The Chaos warband hammered the space port for weeks, slaughtering the Penal legion wholesale as they where the front line. Oskar survived the onslaught noticing that the Penal legion numbers where dwindling with every attack. When the Spaceport was finally reinforced and the Chaos pushed back with the combined might of the Guard and Space Marines, The defenders of the space port where all folded into one unit. While there where a handful of penal legion troopers and a few from other cadian regiments they just melted into the regiment without compaint, it was far better than the penal legion.

Oskar followed the cadian regiment, keeping his pyromania under some measure of control. Only displaying his lust for fire on the battlefield. He survived another couple of battles, and a minor gellar field breech during warp travel. His unit's fortitude did not go unnoticed and was requested to join the Adepta Sororitas as a company of storm troopers, Oskar's unit was called. His penal legion and Acid-dog past made his transition to the position somewhat rough but he learned to fake the pious and fervent deamenor asked of him, which was made easy as the sisters encoraged his pyromania to a somewhat unhealthy degree, getting strange looks as the first to volenteer for any purge. 
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