[OOC] A Light in the Grimdark, A WH40k Roleplay

[The Emperors Blade]

It is the 41st Millenium, and the Imperium of man is besieged on all sides by Xenos filth, ranging from the battle hungry Orks, to merciless world eating Tyranids. Heretics, Witches, Traitors attack the Imperium from both the inside and out.
The only thing that stands in all the enemies way is The Vast Backbone of the Imperium the Imperial Guard, the Elite Soldiers of the Emperor Adeptus Astartes, and those that cleanse the Imperium with Faith and Fire The Inquisition.
There are untold billions of men and women in this Galaxy and you are, but one.
You will not be missed.
There is no time for Peace
There is no Respite
There is No Forgiveness.
There is only War.



You have been called, to fulfill your duty to the Emperor be you Astartes, Inquisition, Storm Trooper, or a Guardsmen. The planet Kalvarstad has come under attack by Heretics, even now Traitor Guard and Marines slaughter civilians and PDF forces alike without much to stop them as their Daemonic allies rush forth from the warp portals. No one is sure, why but Psykers seem to grow dizy and weary on this planet though they seem drawn there. No one has ever seen the forces of Chaos work with such a method to get to a certain hive as they seem to be doing now rather than wanton slaughter.

Astartes

You are of the noble Space Marines Salamander Chapter! You are arriving to defend the Imperium, to retrieve something so important that a three whole companies have been called.
(Any Armor or weapons from the Astartes armory. This does not include relic weapons. This do not include dreadnoughts.)
Starting point, Arriving VIA Drop Storm Eagles to high level of Hive 7

Inquisition

The secretive and powerful inquisition. You are a fierce warrior of the Ecclissiarchy and no one else knows the secrets you do. Whether you be a stormtrooper a inquisitor or even a assassin. You are one of the best of the best.
(Storm Troopers may pick from Imperial Guard armory and Storm Trooper armory. Inquisitors are welcome to just about anything within reason. Assassins are welcome to the calixus assassins armory.)
Starting Point, Beginning in Mid level of Hive 7

Imperial Guard

The Backbone of the empire a well trained soldier but all to often your life expectancy in battle isn’t more than a few minutes. You are proud and you are brave you will fight and die as needed.
(Imperial Guard may take any weapon from the imperial guard armory. All Guardsmen are Cadians.)
Starting Point, Mid Level Hive 7

CURRENT OBJECTIVES!
-Push back all Heretic Forces from lower levels of Hive 7
-Find a way to enter into Hive 3 the Origin of the Heretic Incursion
-Find source of Ruinous Powers
-Find Minostorum Priest Jasper Ells. Last Seen in Hive 3

With your Character Sheet I will put it through a scrutinizing application style. This means that I may reject your Character application if I feel it is not up to standard. Though the thing is I won’t outright reject, I will tell you what you need to change to have it accepted. PLEASE READ how many slots are open per faction! I’m sure you don’t want to waste your time applying for a character slot that is full up.

CS Skeleton

Name:

Faction: (Adeptus Astartes, Inquisition Etc.)

Sub Faction: (If Necessary Salamanders, Storm Trooper, Calixus Assassin etc.)

Sex: (Females cannot be astartes. Sorry It’s just way to canon. You can however be a inquisitor in power armor.)

Age:

Rank: (No Chapter Masters, No Company Commanders. Commissars are allowed. Captains are allowed. )

Specialty: (Demolitions, Heavy weapons, Close Combat etc)

Equipment: (Arms Armor etcetc. This includes mechanical limbs)

Psyker: (Yes? No? If so what type.)

Personality: (Give me a idea. You don’t have to be super long, just give me something.)

History: (Two paragraphs at least.)

Appearance: (images are welcome, written descriptions are also welcome. Written descriptions should be very detailed. No ANIME PICTURES! Drawn art is fine, but if it is done in a Japanimation fashion I will not accept your sheet.)

Rules. Why do I need to post anything here? Use your common sense, be respectful accept my decisions. Be polite with your fellow RPers. Oh and no one liners come on people, try a little harder than just throwing up a sentence.
READ THIS!!!
Dealing with Absence, PM me say it in the OOC I don’t care if you are going to be unable to post for 2 or more days (which I think is more than fair for all the players that will be involved) I need to know I will even NPC your character for you and give it 100% plot armor till you return if necessary. IF YOU DO NOT inform me of your absence I will NPC your character to keep the roleplay moving. If I have to NPC your character more than two times in a row. Your character will be forfeit and WILL die. This is to make sure the RP continues to move along and that no one is holding it up. Those kinds of things are what kill RPs and WH40k is easily one of the most murderable RPs around, so I’m taking as many precautions as possible.

[The Emperors Blade]

Approved Characters.

(3 of 5 spots open) Adeptus Astartes: Pot'Apher (bigpapabelial), Arios (Pathfinder)

(0 of 2 spots open) Inquisition: Inquisitor Yoheved (mattmanganon) , Igam Bregger (dereken)

(4 of 5 spots open) Imperial Guard (Astra Militarum): Karl Venetti (smoke-n-scratch)

[The Emperors Blade]

reserved

[mattmanganon]

Inquisitor Yoheved

Name: Yoheved Mariana

Faction: Inquisition

Sub Faction: Ordo Hereticus

Sex: Female

Age: 71

Rank: Inquisitor

Specialty: Psyker/Ranged

Equipment:

Sororitas-pattern Power Armour
Daemon Blade
Dark Eldar Blast Pistol
Bones in right arm replaced with robotics
Gold plated Rosarius
Archemedes Her cyber familiar.

Psyker: Yes, Witch Hunter

Personality: As with most Inqusitors, to others, she is cold, calculating and completely without mercy, it is her duty as an Inquisitor in order men to their deaths, so she tends to try and not form attachments, so that she doesn't feel bad when she gives them the order to die so that she may live. She is open only to her bodyguard, who she knows will only thank her for giving such an order.

History: Much like many Inquisitors, she was born on Terra. She was born with a solid gold spoon in her mouth, the daughter of a noble family. She never knew sadness, just happiness under the protection of the Emperor... Until the Astra Telepathica picked up her strong Psyker potential, after that, she knew only death, destruction and holy fire in the name of the Emperor. Yoheved, being from a noble house was trained as an Inquisitor, a Witch-Hunter.

Her first missions were simply to sniff out small chaos cults in the Mordian sector... She earned her name as an Inquisitor when she was swept up in the 13th Black Crusade when her ship stopped at one of the Blackstone Fortress' to resupply. She went one on one with a Slaaneshi Sorcerer and killed him, taking his sword to present to her superior, Lord Inquisitor Viqtor Remly, who studied Daemonic and Xeno weapons. Remly allowed her to keep it as it was a powerful weapon, as well as gifting her a Xeno weapon of great power, a Blast Pistol from a Dark Eldar that he had recently interrogated. It was a controversial decision for her, but he reminded her that, although heretical, weapons of Daemon origin were incredibly strong, and turning the ruinous powers against themselves would go along way to achieving the Emperors ultimate goal for Humanity. She had been investigating reports of a Tzeenchian cult on Kalvarstad when the cataclysm struck, now, as a member of the Ordo Hereticus, she's taking charge of the situation.

Appearance:

Taurtacus the Iron Wall

Name: Taurtacus the Iron Wall

Faction: Inquisition

Sub Faction: Inquisitorial retinue Retinue

Sex: Male

Age: 492

Rank: Chief Bodyguard

Specialty: Melee combat

Equipment:

Master-Crafted "Minos-Pattern Thunder Axe"
Slabshield
Autocannon (Primarily held on his back and mostly for show. he weilds it underslung on the same arm he would weild his Thunder Axe. He is not a very good shot.)
Melta Bombs
Bone'Ead Upgrades

Psyker: No

Personality: Honour, Duty, Hatred of Chaos, Xenos and Mutants. These are the things that he preached during his tenure as the chief warmaster of the Emperor's Flock. He believed that all great warriors were born into suffering, which is why the Beastmen existed. To be villified by their allies, to force them to become powerful enough to survive or die for being too weak, that they would be rewarded for their service when they reached their full potential. Working for an Inquisitor, a being that speaks as the Emperors voice, it is an honour which knows no bounds. Whenever he fails in his duty to protect her, whenever she is forced to draw her accursed blade to defend herself because he was unable to, he tries to fall on his own axe... But she doesn't allow him to do so. Truly, the Emperor has blessed him for his acceptance of human hatred.

History: Large... Very large... He is the former head of a Warband of Emperor worshipping Beastmen that swept across the Cypra Mundi sector, primarily hunting Chaos cults. The Warband caught the eye of Inquisitor Yoheved when they saved her from a khornate cult that had separated her from her men and was hunting her across a ruined hive block. The Taurtacus and his men swept in like a herd of stampeding cattle through a field, the ferocity that Khorne gave his worshippers was nothing compared to the holy fervor that the Emperor inspired in the Abhumans. The battle came to ahead when, in order to secure the death of the inquisitor, the leader of the cult offered his life to Khorne in return for demonic power, transforming him into a Great Daemon. The Daemon clashed with Taurtacus before the Beastman emerged victorious, he threw its severed head at her feet and asked for her to bless his work for the Emperor. Not only did she bless the misshapen monster for his work, but Yoheved hired them to work for her. Being her secret strikeforce and employing Taurtacus as her bodyguard. Their ship employed a Stealth Field Generator that they had raided from a Tau vessel. Allowing them to shadow her vessel undetected, but always ready to strike.

Taurtacus underwent multiple surgery's to make him the finest servant he could be. Even so far as to have the Bone'Ead Implants usually reserved for Ogryns to help him think faster and react quicker in combat. She even had the Techpriests of Mars create a brand new weapon fitting for the servant of an Inquisitor, an Axe with the power of a Thunder Hammer. He has saved her life and protected her on more occasions than either of them can remember. That's not to say things have never overcome him, he is rather slow in combat, so fast enemies such as Eldar and Daemonettes have quickly passed him to get to the Inquisitor, but he is still the main reason that she is still alive.

Appearance:

[dereken]

Still room, right?

[The Emperors Blade]

Dereken: Seems like there is plenty of open slots to me. Perhaps you should read everything before asking questions? lol

[Pathfinder]

Name: Arios

Faction: Adeptus Astartes

Sub Faction: Salamanders

Sex: Male

Age: 328

Rank: Veteran

Specialty: Heavy weapons

Equipment: Terminator Armor, Heavy flamer (Right), Chainfist (Left), Wyrm-Hide

Psyker: No

Personality: Compassionate, willful, and self sacrificing. Arios will do anything in his power to save his brothers, no matter the chapter. In his youth Arios was a fiery patriot, the inquisition could do no wrong and mankind was wining. However as he has aged many things have become clear, the beer goggles have been taken off so to speak. Arios now sees the galaxy as it is. Mankind is losing, slowly but surely they are losing ground. Even the holy inquisition is failing, many losing the humanity they claim to be protecting. However he is a space marine first and a pessimist second. He would gladly lay down his life for the imperium.

To say that Arios is a pyromaniac would be a major understatement, he seems to have an almost deviant love for the cleansing abilities of promethium. As a consequence he will take any chance he can get to bathe xenos and heretic alike in flame.

History: As a child he started like any other child wanting to join the Salamanders, at the beck and call of a space marine and his forge. Arios spent many years under the tutelage of the space marine veteran, learning how to fight and the majesty of flame. By the time the trials began, Arios had learned all that he needed to. During the trials, Arios proved himself a capable warrior, outshining many of the other aspirents in the fields of battle. Eventually it came the time for his final challenge, the hunting of a salamander. Taking his sword, Arios traveled for many days and never found a salamander to his liking. They just weren't big enough. Finally, almost two weeks of constant searching he found it. A mighty salamander, larger than any he had seen before. Arios and the Salamander clashed, a battle that lasted almost hours. Eventually Arios won. Battered, bruised, and bleeding but victorious.

Not long after, Arios was inducted as a Salamander and was shipped off to fight some enemy of the imperium. Since then Arios has been in so many battles it would be foolish to recount them. During his many battles, Arios learned of the beauty of flames. How it cleansed the flesh of corruption and the majesty of its form. Ever since that moment he has used flamers almost exclusively, save for a trusty chainsword. After a mighty battle with a great green skin WAAAGH! on some distant planet, an effort that took almost a decade to complete, Arios earned his Terminator Honors by single handedley holding a supply line for almost week of constant battle with nothing but a flamer, a chainsword, and his faith. However it mattered not for Arios, it was just his duty.

Appearance: Arios looks like your run of the mill Salamander. Skin as dark as pitch, eyes red as burning coals, and features as strong as plasteel. However the left side of his face is horrifically burned from a malfunctioning flamer from his youth. The eye has been replaced with a cybernetic but the rest has been left alone.

Armed with standard Terminator power armor, he has earned the right to bare wyrm-hide along his waist. A small section of scales from the Salamander he slew during his trials is worn over the left pauldron.

[dereken]

Cool beans, here we go.

Igam Bregger

Name: Igam Bregger

Faction: Inquisition

Sub Faction: Adeptus Astra Telepathica

Sex: Male

Age: 38

Rank: Lieutenant Savant

Specialty: Psyker

Equipment: -Flak armor
-Several inhibitors implanted in his skull
-Force staff
-Las-pistol
-Robes
-Several holy artifacts to ensure piety and safety from the warp.

Psyker: Yes, telekinetic. Throwing rocks, crushing people, etc.

Personality: Like all psykers, Igam has trouble connecting with the common man. He has an extreme deference to authority, but otherwise, will try to distance himself from others. He has trouble speaking openly around others. Crowds of people, especially non-military, can cause him to panic slightly. When he speaks, he tries to make it as brief as possible, hoping to minimize any social contact by using one or two word answers. While understandably withdrawn, he has a hobby of playing regicide with any who can stand his company for long enough to play.

History: Igam was born on a feudal world. He was picked up at 16 when the regular reaping of soldiers for the imperial guard came about, and he was noticed by a sanctioned psyker. He was put under military custody until a Black Ship could come to the planet. He was found a suitable candidate for a sanctioned psyker, and was trained. He served as neonate and aspirant, and quickly distinguished him as both powerful, and stable. Igam served in a psyker battle squad under a primaris psyker in the Imperial Guard until he was 30. He was promoted when the entirety of his squad succumbed to the perils of the warp save him, which garnered him the notice of the Inquisition. He was scooped up, and changed hands several times over the years.

He was specially selected for assignment on the planet of Kalvarstad due to his mental stability. He has spent several months preparing for his next mission, and while he is naturally apprehensive, he accepted his orders without question. He was placed under the authority of an inquisitor already on the way to Kalvarstad.

Appearance:

[The Emperors Blade]

Matt, Derr accepted. (Matt I will still have to approve your bodyguard but your main character has been accepted as your bodyguard will not take up a slot.)

All Inquisition positions are now full. Feel free to apply for IG and SM positions.

[BigPapaBelial]

Pot

Name: Pot'Apher Forgewalker

Faction: Adeptus Astartes

Sub Faction: Assault MArine

Sex: Male

Age: 411

Rank: Vangaurd Veteran Sergeant

Specialty: Close Combat, Deep Strike Assault

Equipment: Mark VII Aquila Armor, Storm Lord Pattern Thunder Hammer, Standard Pattern Jump Pack, Back up dual Combat knifes, Tigrus Pattern Boltgun, Melta-bomb carrier

Psyker: No

Personality: Approachable, friendly and likes to banter playfully with his battle-brothers. Has a tendency to laugh and try to crack jokes in the middle of battle. As well has purposefully go out of his way to niggle at any Sterngaurd Veterans who might be in ear-shot.

History: "You will fight in the streets, and in the habs! You will fight for the enemy's death, not your own lives! You will fight and you will drive this filth from the Emperor's city. You will do these things, or you will face my wrath." - Captain Denon, 2nd Company

These words were never more true in the case of Sargeant Pot'Apher of the Salamanders. Many a time has he used those very words, quoted almost verbatim to spur his men onto even more glory. During his time in the Assault Squads or his time in the Devastator Squads. It did not matter.

Taken into the Salamanders at the age many usually are. When a man is young, virile and strong. The best age, so a man has a better chance of surviving the ordeal of becoming a Neophyte and beyond that becoming a true Astartes. It should be no surprise that Pot'Apher went through it all. Survived every step, many of those who were taken on did not make it. Some killed before they could receive their first implants, some after. But Pot'Apher went all the way. Surviving and maturing. Year by year, becoming stronger, faster, deadlier, day by day. He paid his dues as a scout, and showed early that he was much more at home with close range killing then long range sniping or mid-range marksmanship. When he received his Black Carapace he was filtered into the ranks of the Devastator Squads. Where he provided close range support, and in times of duress, close combat interdiction with his pistol and blade. Hundreds of engagements passed, centuries ebbed by. He wielded a Lascannon for about 50 years or so, before he was edged into the Assault Squads. There he came into his own.

His love of close combat, with sword, pistol and the sound of fighting around him made his skills bloom like never before. He rose to the task, fighting beside his brothers. Blazing through the air at the sound of their commanders call. Dropping from on high into the middle of an unaware enemy group. Deep-striking with the help Thunderhawk. It mattered not, he did it with gusto. He fought in the Assault Squads for years. Moving up in rank, attaining the rank of Sergeant, before being given a great honor.

He was offered a place among the greatest. An accolade he never expected and never really sought out. Places had opened, and offers were made. One place, was for a sargeant position, at the head of a new squad of Vanguard Veterans. And that place was offered to Pot'Apher. Such an offer does not come regularly. And what a fool he'd be if he turned it down. He donned the mantle of Vangaurd Veteran. He sailed forth at the head of a squad of Veterans, in fact some of them from his previous Assault Squad. They flew into battle like a comet from heaven.

Appearance:

Lemme know what you think.

[The Emperors Blade]

Belial, I think it's pretty freaking awesome space marine there. I was hoping someone was gonna do a van or stern guard I really did. Accepted : )

[BigPapaBelial]

I was originally going to make a Imp. Guard, Sanctioned Psyker. But I didn't have it in me. So what was next? Termie? Naw I saw that Path was making one. So I went for Epic. I went and did some research. And I honestly almost made a Sternguard at first. But though a Vanguard would be more fun.

[The Emperors Blade]

i actually have a sternguard squad in my RL Salamander army. As well as a legion squad which was my original idea for this RP for everyone to play a legion marine.

[mattmanganon]

Added her bodyguard. I made him a Minotaur, which is essentially the Beastmen equivalent of an Ogryn. I also gave Yoheved a Cyber Familiar, I was inspired by the picture in the top post.

[smoke-n-scotch]

Name: Commissar Karl Venetti

Faction: Imperial Guard

Sub Faction: Commissariat and 128th Cadian Shock Troopers

Sex: male

Age: 55

Rank: Commisar

Specialty: Propaganda, Morale boosting

Equipment:
Commissar´s cap and coat
Carapace breastplate
Power sword
Bolt pistol
Bottle of high quality amasec

Psyker: no

Personality: Where the other commissars try to be feared by their soldiers and executions are their daily bread, Karl tries an entirely different approach. He is skilled orator and mister of propaganda and uses these abilities to inspire a courage and cohesion in his men rather than dread. He remembers names and little details about every men he is serving with and often stops by them to chat and share a glass of amasec. Because of this, he is adored by his men and they even sometimes refer to him as to Father Venneti.
Although friendly and cheerful to his comrades, in battle he is merciless and coldblooded foe that isn´t afraid to go any lengths to secure the victory of Imperium and punish those who defy Emperor´s will with righteous zeal and devotion, the strongest weapons of truly pious men.

History

Karl is, like every other commissar, a product of war, refined by constant drills in Schola Progena. He doesn´t remember much, if anything, about his childhood before becoming progena, his only information coming from scarce words of drill abbots. He came from some desert world that faced an ork waaagh, during which his parents died, but not before they secured their son´s future.
In Schola, he wasn´t really and an extraordinary example of a perfect student. His fighting skills were average at best, but he make it up with his determination, passion and devotion, abbots were even thinking about handling over to the Adeptus Ministorum. In the end, he succeeded in his Commissar training and joined the fresh 3rd Gefian Janissaries as a commissar cadet.

His mentor was a zealous and merciless man, infamous for a tendency to whip soldiers for any sign of weakness and shooting regularly to "motivate" them. Unfortunately for Gefian Janissaries, Karl soon adopted his mentor´s practices and became as hated as he was.
After a year of service, they were sent to a besieged hive city of Bogstad and hold it until the arrival of reinforcements. They did what was ordered and defended the city against endless armies of cultists, shattering wave after wave, but promised reinforcements weren´t coming.
What should be a few weeks of defensive became months long war of attrition between the hive and numberless hordes fanatics, but to Karl, the worst enemies were his own soldiers. His mentor died in first month of fighting and young cadet, now the only commissar in the entire hive, inherited all of his duties. Janissaries immediately take an advantage of Karl´s lack of experiences and became wild and unreliable. He tried to stop these disciplinary problem by executing the worst troublemakers but it was no solution, because he couldn´t afford to lose so many man when there was an enemy literally at gates. His other attempts to restore morale of soldiers also weren´t really successful, but he was at least able to hold them from breaking and taint.

He almost lost all of his hopes when reinforcements, slowed by unreliable warp tides, finally arrived and started with a liberation of the planet. Karl was awarded for his ability to hold the city for so long, even if he took it as a personal failure. His old regiment was almost wiped out and they merged it with another decimated regiment. To Karl´s relieve he was transferred to different regiment and became a commissar serving with 128th Cadian Shock troopers. He took this assignment with a new enthusiasm and promised himself that he won´t repeat the mistakes he did in Bogstad.
Now he served with Cadians for three decades without breaking his oath.

Appearance

[The Fated Fallen]

Still room for a lowly redshirt guardsmen?

[The Emperors Blade]

fated Fallen, There are four Astra Militarum slots open (Imperial guard)

[The Fated Fallen]

I more just posted that to reserve a slot while I go over some stuff and make a character

[The Emperors Blade]

Matt, Your bG is approved

Smoke, you're approved.

[smoke-n-scotch]

Thanks. When are we going to start? I can´t wait to shoot some heretics and I am bored by DoW.