[OOC] Warhammer 40k: The Eternal Fight for Freedom - Penal Legion RP (Looking for cannon fodder!)

[Jb]

@Thecrash20 Sure thing, take a look at the other sheets and get on up for yourself.

[DeadDrop]

The Child Fucker

Name: Nathan Hall

Gender: Male

Age: Twenty Four

Former Occupation: Street Scum

Former Rank/Position: -

Mental and Physical Traits: Hall looks out to the world and sees that it's ripe for the picking. Anything goes, anything could be yours if you try your pick at it. Hall is cold, confident and cunning man as he uses his silver tongue to persuade others into doing what he wants, or to bypass those who may apprehend or stop him. He can be charming, friendly and warm but these are rare case when they are infact genuine its towards his affinity to children or sexual acts. He has faith in the God Emperor and believes with each child he deflowers is a duty that the God Emperor bestowed upon him. To bring them into the world of dark and give them reason to continue fighting. Despite his conviction for the God Emperor his illusion pollute his mind and occasionally his personality. A cause for concern for some, or potential berserker on a drop of a hat. Hall is well built for his age and living conditions. He appears to be a normal human besides his build.

Appearance: Hall has short blond hair and blue eyes. His body is pastey white and his hair and body hair are commonly coated in grease and other bodily fluids. He has a scar going up his left cheek, although it appears faded. He has a chiselled jawline which is usually adorned by stubble. Before his untimely conscription Hall use to wear a long raggy shirt and a pair of PDF trousers and jack boots. The man appeared to be of a well built build and usually sported a belt on his PDF

Wargear: Lascarbine
Explosive Collar
2 Mono Knives
3 Frag Grenades
3 Krak Grenades
1 Flak Vest & Flak Helmet
Imperial Guard Penal Legion Prisoner Uniform
1 Inhaler
1 Gas Mask
Poor Weather Gear
Rucksack
Basic Tool Kit
Mess Kit & Water Canteen
1 Weeks' Rations
Blanket & Sleep Bag
Rechargeable Lamp-Pack
Micro-Bead
Ident Tags ("Dog Tags")
Imperial Infantryman's Uplifting Primer

History:

In Arcadia, you're quick or you're dead.

Nathan Hall, born to a small family that had seen better times. His mother and father were both PDF conscripts in their early years, weird how love finds itself in strange places. The two fell in love after serving in the same unit, after they finished their service they married and had Nathan. Arcadia was hit hard just as Nathan was a few years old, money was tight and so was food. Nathan's parents scarified their food so that their child may survive the famine, which he did however, Nathan's father Zach did not and he succumbed to starvation as did many others in the hive world. A common sight to be seen in the hive world's as it was the circle of life as bodies were piled day after day in the levels of the hive world.

As Nathan grew older, he soon found his calling. Without his father to guide him his mother fell to illness and habitual drug use, Nathan was attracted to children. Children his age, it was the Emperors will that he shows them the way. It was how the Emperor wanted it - that's what his mind thought, his misled fantasising mind, to mate with a child would be the ultimate pleasure for Nathan and it's what he did. One of the street girls, about twelve and the stronger older Nathan was able to over power her and force her to succumb to his will. It repeated, over and over, the pleasure, the abductions. The Emperor told him they were clean of disease, every child soiled would bring Nathan closer to The Emperor - in the after life. It was his life goal, no one know but Nathan and of course his victims. Nathan was dubbed by the locals as the "Sleep Tight Rapist" as he used a infamous drug named "Koma" to put the child in a coma like state so resistance would be nil.

One day, Nathan punched his ticket when one of the girl's he raped was related to the Governor of Arcadia. The day Nathan regretted so much, the regret. Did he realise he was wrong, that what he was doing as a grown adult to soil a child like that. No, he just wish he was never caught. The Governor's forces arrested Nathan and brought him before the Governor, Governor Justin Freelok a man who had been hunting for Nathan Hall ever since he first started raping. Had he known he was the Sleep Tight Rapist he would of had him arrested sooner, but the relative - his niece was no coward, not one who would let themselves be tormented by a meagre street rapist. She was the one who remembered him and kneeling before Governor Freelok, Nathan was scared. But, Governor Freelok showed some mercy, he fancied the idea of Nathan being brutally slaughtered in the Penal Legion. A quick death would be unfitting and why spill a child fucker's blood - it would have to be cleaned up. On the battle field, the blood always runs red as the rivers of dead flow across every battle fields.

Nathan Hall was soon reassigned to a Penal Legion, where The God Emperor - the voice he had been hearing told Nathan.

It's time for redemption.

[DeadDrop]

@Jbcool let me know if you need any edits, add ons etc.
Thanks.

[Jb]

@DeadDrop Well shit...that is truly one of the most disturbing profiles I've ever read. Good times. The only thing I'll ask is that you change the hider name - I don't want to have to see that every time I look at it, it's just coarse.

Apart from that, I've no problem with it, and luckily there's no kids in the Guard...just people who'll likely want to murder him.

[Jb]

@Hank@DeadDrop

I'll also bring in Hank (as a mod) on this.

I'm fine with the profile, but what do you think?

[Hank]

It's pretty wild but doesn't break the Guild's rules, as it doesn't describe the predatory sexual acts themselves. Merely mentioning them in passing is fine.

That said, the grammar and syntax don't look like they meet Advanced's standards to me, but that's just my personal opinion. The reference to Koma is nice, though. Appreciate it.

[Jb]

@DeadDrop Righting then, post him up in the characters tab.

[DeadDrop]

It's pretty wild but doesn't break the Guild's rules, as it doesn't describe the predatory sexual acts themselves. Merely mentioning them in passing is fine.

That said, the grammar and syntax don't look like they meet Advanced's standards to me, but that's just my personal opinion. The reference to Koma is nice, though. Appreciate it.

@Hank

Sorry I did this on my phone working a 60 hour week i'll try to edit it later my guy

[Drunken Conquistador]

A war criminal, a junkie and a pedophile walk into a bar...:P

Looking forward to this

[Amaranth]

Octavia Westerlund

Name: Octavia Westerlund

Gender: Female

Age: 26

Former Occupation: Guardswoman

Former Rank/Position: Trooper

Mental and Physical Traits: Octavia is by most accounts, a leal and steadfast servant of His Will- with some minor black spots. Considered to be a model Guardsman in her old regiment, she is proficient in most of the ways of war, although she is a master of none in particular. She is perfectly willing to die for the Emperor and for Humanity, although she is not the most creative or daring soldier of the Guard. She does however, possess an iron will and tenacity that few can match. Temperamentally, she is known to be gloomy and even fatalistic and that is before she lost the ability to speak.

Appearance: Octavia is of an average height, perhaps on the tall side, with an athletic build wrapped in sinewy muscles from years of soldiering. The left side of her face could be considered conventionally attractive, with high cheekbones, soft lips, and a small and slightly upturned nose. However, the right side is a mess of scars, some of which are red and fresh and others are old and (relatively) well-healed. Of particular note is the large scar that cuts its way from her forehead through her right eyebrow and down through her eye, which was partially damaged but has since been repaired by a medicae, giving the pupil a more artificial amber hue than the normal verdant of her left eye. Her neck also bears a few scars, most of which are from medical procedures relating to her damaged vocal cords. Her hair is a rather plain shade of brown that has a gentle curl when worn long (which is rare). Currently it is shaved, as is protocol for penal legions.

Wargear:
Lascarbine
Explosive Collar
2 Mono Knives
3 Frag Grenades
3 Krak Grenades
1 Flak Vest & Flak Helmet
Imperial Guard Penal Legion Prisoner Uniform
1 Inhaler
1 Gas Mask
Poor Weather Gear
Rucksack
Basic Tool Kit
Mess Kit & Water Canteen
1 Weeks' Rations
Blanket & Sleep Bag
Rechargeable Lamp-Pack
Micro-Bead
Ident Tags
Imperial Infantryman's Uplifting Primer

History: Octavia Westerlund is a native of the infamous world of Armageddon. She is the youngest of eight children, where she gets her name from. Her family has a long history of military service to the Imperium; her father is a veteran of 20 or so years in Armageddon's own Steel Legion who retired as an Colonel to start a family, and her mother was a tanker in the Steel Legion as well. All of her older siblings have gone on to enlist in the Guard and so when Octavia was old enough, she too enlisted eagerly.

Most of her early Guard years were spent on Armageddon, taking place in the still on-going fighting that pockmarks the planet's ruined surface. Among the ash wastelands and dense jungles of Armageddon she learned how to survive and even somewhat thrive in the Steel Legion, in addition she learned what many consider the trademark trait of someone from Armageddon: she learned to hate the Orks. All Emperor-fearing citizens hate the xenos but few hate the xenos as much as Armageddonites hate the Orks. Theirs is a special, deep-seated hatred of all Ork-kind and Octavia is no different. Years of seeing her comrades die and homeplanet ravaged at the hands of the filthy greenskins have given her a special taste for the death of Orks.

Three of her older brothers and one sister had died on Armageddon and when it came time for her regiment to be shipped off to another world Octavia was not sad to leave it. She did hope her parents would stay safe but the planet itself could get consumed by the Warp for all she cared. The next year was characterised by frequent short campaigns on many different worlds. Many only lasted a few months as the overwhelming strength of the Steel Legion crushed the enemy beneath the treads of the Chimera and Leman Russ. Of particular note was the battle on Jjod II. A band of Dark Eldar corsairs had been harassing a nearby Forge World on Jjod Prime and it was discovered that they had been using the moon, Jjod II, as a staging area from which to launch raids against the Forge World. The fleet which Octavia's regiment was attached was sent to deal with them.

The battle was short but the fighting was fierce. The piratical eldar had their webway gates destroyed, leaving them only one option: fight a doomed battle. During this savage engagement, the much-admired company commander of Octavia's company was killed, which was a heavy blow to the men and woman of the company, many of whom had been with him since they left Armageddon. The replacement commander was adequate but he had big boots to fill and the wound never quite healed.

Another notable battle came on a hive world when half the regiment was lost after heretics tried to use a makeshift warp engine to bring the whole hive city into the Warp. They partially succeeded and a third of the city was riven from the ground and sucked into the foul recesses of the Warp. It took many months for the regiment to make it back up to full combat strength.

The last fateful campaign came on another hive world by the name of Ashou. Ashou had been besieged by a sizeable Ork Waaaagh! for many months and the battle for the planet had ground to a bloody stalemate. Finally the fleet which Octavia was attached to was diverted to help. The landing went well, and the first month of fighting made good progress, that is until they hit the first hive city. The Orks had heavily fortified it and the streets were too narrow and cramped for the vehicles of the Steel Legion to pass through so they were forced to dismount and clear the city block by bloody block. Unbeknownst to the guardsman of Octavia's regiment the Orks had booby-trapped the thermo-generator at the heart of the city to explode. Which it did. The city was turned into a twisted, broken, apocalyptic mountain. The whole regiment was assumed lost. Through some miracle of the Emperor though, Octavia had survived.

A smaller blast had thrown her into a relatively safe, unpowered hab-block where she avoided the worst of the detonation. The blast had also destroyed her rebreather, however, and the heated air scorched her throat and ruined her vocal cords. Worse yet, the Orks moved back in shortly after. For the next week Octavia survived in the wreckage of the hive city by wits and luck alone. Her lasgun had been destroyed and the Orks were physically bigger than her, so physical confrontation was not an option. By night she creeped her way through the ruined streets, sleeping in spaces too small for Orks to fit. She killed only one Ork during her ordeal. A member of an Ork patrol was poking around when he discovered Octavia's hiding place in a demolished hab-room. He broke down the door and thrust his head in and received a standard issue mono-knife straight into the eye as an answer. The greenskin howled in anger and pain and grasped at his newly opened eye cavity as Octavia made her escape through the hole the in opposite wall where she had entered. She could hear the Ork slowly dying over the course of next couple minutes as she made her way into an adjacent hab-block.

At the end of the week another regiment entered the hive city to clear out the new Ork occupiers and Octavia surrendered to them peacefully. She was assumed to be a deserter and taken aboard the fleet for trial and punishment. Due to her formerly exemplary service to the Emperor she was spared summary execution and was given the chance for redemption in a penal legion. In addition, the medicae refused to replace her vocal chords as a result of her status as a deserter, instead electing to merely heal the damaged remains. Permitting her to make some limited noise but still unable to vocalise properly. The disgraced guardswoman spent the next few months in a cell as the campaign was finished up and the fleet departed. At the next stop Octavia was exiled to a penal world where she was inducted into the local penal legion.

[Jb]

@Amaranth Simple, effective, I like it; feel free to post the CS into the character tab, and I'll see about getting us going within the next day or so.

[Skwint]

Are there any spots left? I loves me some 40k.

[Jb]

Are there any spots left? I loves me some 40k.

@Skwint

If you've read the original post at the top, your writing is up to snuff, and on account of your username, then there are spots left.

[Hank]

Ready when you are.

[Laduguer]

Hey guys. My first contribution to these forums after arriving from foreign RP-lands. Hope it checks out!

Gate Kurman

Name: Gate Kurman

Gender: Male

Age: 29

Former Occupation: Adeptus Arbites (Local Planetary Division)

Former Rank/Position: Enforcer

Mental and Physical Traits: Overtly, Gate's demeanour carries an unmistakable edge of order that sets him apart from penal legionnaires who led former lives that were less regimented. This is betrayed by occasional uncontrollable bureaucratic obsessions, such as wanting to stick rigorously to an intinerary or a trained routine, or some arbitrary neatness in his possessions, such as enforcing a strict policy of categorizing his baggage or arranging his bedding in a specific way. Inwardly, Gate is a conflicted individual; he despises being mixed amongst the rabble he once hunted and is firmly convinced of his own superiority relative to his fellow penal legionnaires. However, this hate does not arise from any belief in a moral high-ground - Gate is quite comfortable with his identity as a criminal and a cut-throat - but instead arises from the feeling that by losing his status he has lost all his power to do anything worthy with his life, and is instead now no different from the millions of faceless souls that churn in the Imperial machine. He is regularly reminded of this by the many officials that now threaten him, punish him and regiment his life, who have become objects of both admiration and utter resentment for Gate. As a result of the above, he regularly fluctuates between moods of nihilism and despair, and moods of violent cut-throat ambition and determination.

Appearance: Gate has a stocky build, standing shorter than most but compensating for it with a natural muscular girth. He has dark brown eyes and dark, razor-cropped hair that flows into a bushy and unkempt beard. His overall appearance bears a rough, dirty look unremarkable amongst the hordes of downtrodden scum found amongst the convicted occupants of a penal world.

Wargear:

Lascarbine
Explosive Collar
2 Mono Knives
3 Frag Grenades
3 Krak Grenades
1 Flak Vest & Flak Helmet
Imperial Guard Penal Legion Prisoner Uniform
1 Inhaler
1 Gas Mask
Poor Weather Gear
Rucksack
Basic Tool Kit
Mess Kit & Water Canteen
1 Weeks' Rations
Blanket & Sleep Bag
Rechargeable Lamp-Pack
Micro-Bead
Ident Tags ("Dog Tags")
Imperial Infantryman's Uplifting Primer

History: Gate was born on the hive world Taranis, as the son to one of the many multitudes of middle-houses that exist in society between the underhive and the upper houses, which exist mostly to act as a social buffer zone and perform jobs bridging the two economic extremes. The Kurman family line was one of law enforcement, with many generations of sons and daughters finding themselves in the employ of the hive enforcer cadres that maintained order on Taranis under the occasional discretion of the Adeptus Arbites.

Gate was no exception, and upon coming of age joined the enforcer cadres along with this three brothers and two sisters with little other thought. Gate, however, was different from his siblings. He had difficulty adjusting to the idea of a life of selfless duty, concerned only with meeting the details of his superiors. An attitude such as that - within the relatively oversight-free enforcer cadres - meant that Gate was able to avoid his official duties and instead pursue his own agenda. For the most part, his agenda coincided with that of the law; he loved nothing more than satisfying his personal vendettas against criminals and orchestrating their downfall. But his pride and willingness to bend the rules put him at increasing risk and increasingly close to betraying the laws he was intended to enforce.

His fall came as the result of a particularly elaborate sting, in which he began his own smuggling ring in order to attract an affluent black market buyer with a large bounty on his head. However, his plan failed; the black market buyer he had been hoping to attract was captured by another bounty hunter on the day he was planning to make the transaction and perform the sting. As a result, he was left with a large amount of smuggled goods and no bargaining chip to justify his actions in the form of the black market buyer.

His attempts to cover his tracks failed, and he was promptly identified as a smuggler, discharged from the enforcer cadre and a bounty put on his head. Ever proud and ever an optimist, Gate decided that this was for the best; he was getting bored of operating from within the cadre and he was making more hive credits from the smuggling business than he ever did as an enforcer. Robbing everything he could from his poorly supplied office in the neighbourhood, he left to disappear into the shifting lawless crowds of the underhive and make a new life. Unfortunately, Gate found that he had greatly underestimated just how hard it was to operate as a criminal without the benefit of his status as an Enforcer, and it was only two months before a gang of underhive bounty hunters captured him and turned him over to the local authorities. Gate ran the lottery of justice, and - perhaps due to his former status, connections or simply luck - avoided execution, and was instead sent to join the massive pool of convicts billed for relocation to a penal world, and eventual conscription into a penal legion.

[Amaranth]

Looks good to me!

[Jb]

@Skwint Can we still expect a sheet from you, or nah?

@Laduguer Very nice, and an interesting character to boot, if you'd like to put him in the character tab then please feel free to do so.

Riiiight, looks like we have a nice selection of human shields legionnaires, so I'll see about getting the first post up soon; if anyone still wants to apply, then there is still time!

[Skwint]

Nah. As much as I love the 40k universe I don't believe I possess the writing skills for this particular rp. Go on ahead without me.

[Jb]

@Laduguer@Amaranth@DeadDrop@Hank@Drunken Conquistador

Righto, just a heads up to everyone, the IC will be up tomorrow, so hopefully ya'll still here and we can get cracka-lacking with it in no time.

[Drunken Conquistador]

Guardsman reporting for duty, sir