Apollosarcher
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A quiet day is a good day, especially when it doesn't have to be productive.
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I made a new RP for the first time... In years. roleplayerguild.com/posts/5… please give it a look!
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Fallout Tactics has death claws that can talk, scary killer robots, and the ability to have a tank. It just doesn't... Sit well with the rest of lore.
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Very sick, will post when not hurting.
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I'm awake at weird hours again.
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Lucky was out in the barn, he'd set up a practice dummy holding his knife he'd spent the past year training himself how to fight fight one. Though he'd hoped to be an archer once, he would never match Noella who seemed to only become better by the day. Instead he'd focused on blade work, and throwing knives he had gotten good at burying a blade in his target or using a dagger to block blows. Lucky put the blade away on his belt, the thirteen year old boy then walked over to the bucket of water he sat aside and splashed himself with the water.
Cleaning himself up Lucky put the blade away hiding it within the violin case, he stretched again. A little sore from his workout, but proud none the less of his growing skill. He fixed his hair and pulled on a shirt whistling as he started up to Veronica. He usually waited for the girl to come see him, but as he'd been busy lately breaking a new pony he had missed her the past couple of visits. So walking up to her room he knocked at the door, tilting back and forth on his feet still whistling he only stopped to tell her who it was. "It's Lucky."
Cleaning himself up Lucky put the blade away hiding it within the violin case, he stretched again. A little sore from his workout, but proud none the less of his growing skill. He fixed his hair and pulled on a shirt whistling as he started up to Veronica. He usually waited for the girl to come see him, but as he'd been busy lately breaking a new pony he had missed her the past couple of visits. So walking up to her room he knocked at the door, tilting back and forth on his feet still whistling he only stopped to tell her who it was. "It's Lucky."
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@Starlance @Treue @Delta44 Alright I'll start working on something with Delta as soon as I get things together.
Character Sheet
Name: Ywain the Last
Age: 164
Legion: Dark Angels
Planet of Origin: Caliban
Physical Description: A large scar, runs across the right to left on his face. On top his head a fiery red hair, his forest green eyes have a piercing and emotional gaze. Slightly taller than most of the other warriors from Caliban his appearance lacks heavier scaring of most veterans. His armor mark III power armour is worn from his time fighting to suppress the Gordian league alongside his brothers.
Skillset: A knight of Caliban and more importantly a warrior of the Lion's six great wings, before he could ride he first had to power his skill with a blade and bolt gun. Among the Lion's troops a great diversity of skills is found, yet each is narrowed to field where they excel. For him it was with the more specialized calvary of Dark Angels. With his new place among his brothers the younger Caliban born marine learned by practice duels with his brothers. His control and mastery of a chain sword is nothing to scoff at nor is his ability to bravely operate the dangerous plasma rifle.
History: Ywain had heard the rumors from his brothers, the first legion had been far from the fighting when the Heresy began. However order came down quickly to quell the rumors, they had a campaign to win against the Xenos scum and human allies. Yet twenty members of the Ravenwing were called back, they were to be given a special mission. To return to Caliban and inform Luther of the treachery and to order him to hold back his forces securing the sector and prepare to defend Caliban from the Traitor Legions, until the Lion could return and regroup his forces.
Thrilled to be given a chance to return home and the trust of his Primarch to complete such a mission. Under a few of his more veteran brothers they were given a small ship and sent to deliver a message to the Lion's second. However they never reached the lush forest world, they picked a distress call from a world as they passed by it, a message from the Night Lords requesting aid. Freezing there mission believing loyal brothers needed aid, the always stead fast Dark Angel's prepared their bikes and chain swords.
The lie brought the vessel above the planet, the marines airdropped on their bikes rushing towards the outpost weapons drawn. Then heavy bolter fire from the base began striking down the front row bikes, as unsuspecting angels slammed into the wreckage of bikes, the Night Lords ambush group descended upon them. Unrelenting and cruel they did kill the marine, instead ripping them into pieces, Ywain turned his away from the base as the screams of his captain pierce the jungle of the planet.
They tried to send message yet it was to late, the Night Lords had attacked the ship once the marines were away and seized the vessel. Content with trapping the survivors upon the planet with not even the corpses of their comrades to bury they waited. Eventually entering the outpost they found the place had been how to a small human outpost team who had attempted to warn other of the traitors and paid with lives for loyalty. As time went on they discovered the planet held Beasts akin to those that once roamed Caliban.
They were driven by the sense of dread and hate these Angels now held for planet and the Night Lords yet the smell of blood and corpses also brought them close. They salvaged what they could bolter rounds, a lone heavy bolter, and a handful of chain swords. Ywain took up a plasma rifle he'd straped to his bike as they began the siege, yet when the deed was done only Ywain left standing. The bikes they had ruined. Only a bolt pistol, one of the bolt guns pried off his bike and a chain sword remained.
Using parts and after weeks of hard work he finally managed to get the beacon working again, now he sat alone waiting for death or his chance to hunt those who claimed his brothers.
Psychological Profile: Ywain is knight of Caliban as much as he is a Space Marine, he holds himself and his brothers to the code of the Order and to the laws of the Imperium. He loves his home world and adores the fact he was chosen to be a hero bringing peace to the galaxy. Currently however his mindset is one of pain and betrayal, forgetting his mission to deliver a message, Ywain wants blood and the head of the Night Lords who destroyed his brothers before his very eyes and left them to die at the hands of Chaos spawn. Yet he also see's this as a blessing, since the Lion purged Caliban of Beasts he has now proven himself worthy of being a night of the Order as well as a Dark Angel.
Equipment:
Notes: Is very lonely and full of rage, feeling he can't trust any other Legionaire's until loyalty is proven.
Age: 164
Legion: Dark Angels
Planet of Origin: Caliban
Physical Description: A large scar, runs across the right to left on his face. On top his head a fiery red hair, his forest green eyes have a piercing and emotional gaze. Slightly taller than most of the other warriors from Caliban his appearance lacks heavier scaring of most veterans. His armor mark III power armour is worn from his time fighting to suppress the Gordian league alongside his brothers.
Skillset: A knight of Caliban and more importantly a warrior of the Lion's six great wings, before he could ride he first had to power his skill with a blade and bolt gun. Among the Lion's troops a great diversity of skills is found, yet each is narrowed to field where they excel. For him it was with the more specialized calvary of Dark Angels. With his new place among his brothers the younger Caliban born marine learned by practice duels with his brothers. His control and mastery of a chain sword is nothing to scoff at nor is his ability to bravely operate the dangerous plasma rifle.
History: Ywain had heard the rumors from his brothers, the first legion had been far from the fighting when the Heresy began. However order came down quickly to quell the rumors, they had a campaign to win against the Xenos scum and human allies. Yet twenty members of the Ravenwing were called back, they were to be given a special mission. To return to Caliban and inform Luther of the treachery and to order him to hold back his forces securing the sector and prepare to defend Caliban from the Traitor Legions, until the Lion could return and regroup his forces.
Thrilled to be given a chance to return home and the trust of his Primarch to complete such a mission. Under a few of his more veteran brothers they were given a small ship and sent to deliver a message to the Lion's second. However they never reached the lush forest world, they picked a distress call from a world as they passed by it, a message from the Night Lords requesting aid. Freezing there mission believing loyal brothers needed aid, the always stead fast Dark Angel's prepared their bikes and chain swords.
The lie brought the vessel above the planet, the marines airdropped on their bikes rushing towards the outpost weapons drawn. Then heavy bolter fire from the base began striking down the front row bikes, as unsuspecting angels slammed into the wreckage of bikes, the Night Lords ambush group descended upon them. Unrelenting and cruel they did kill the marine, instead ripping them into pieces, Ywain turned his away from the base as the screams of his captain pierce the jungle of the planet.
They tried to send message yet it was to late, the Night Lords had attacked the ship once the marines were away and seized the vessel. Content with trapping the survivors upon the planet with not even the corpses of their comrades to bury they waited. Eventually entering the outpost they found the place had been how to a small human outpost team who had attempted to warn other of the traitors and paid with lives for loyalty. As time went on they discovered the planet held Beasts akin to those that once roamed Caliban.
They were driven by the sense of dread and hate these Angels now held for planet and the Night Lords yet the smell of blood and corpses also brought them close. They salvaged what they could bolter rounds, a lone heavy bolter, and a handful of chain swords. Ywain took up a plasma rifle he'd straped to his bike as they began the siege, yet when the deed was done only Ywain left standing. The bikes they had ruined. Only a bolt pistol, one of the bolt guns pried off his bike and a chain sword remained.
Using parts and after weeks of hard work he finally managed to get the beacon working again, now he sat alone waiting for death or his chance to hunt those who claimed his brothers.
Psychological Profile: Ywain is knight of Caliban as much as he is a Space Marine, he holds himself and his brothers to the code of the Order and to the laws of the Imperium. He loves his home world and adores the fact he was chosen to be a hero bringing peace to the galaxy. Currently however his mindset is one of pain and betrayal, forgetting his mission to deliver a message, Ywain wants blood and the head of the Night Lords who destroyed his brothers before his very eyes and left them to die at the hands of Chaos spawn. Yet he also see's this as a blessing, since the Lion purged Caliban of Beasts he has now proven himself worthy of being a night of the Order as well as a Dark Angel.
Equipment:
- Tigrus Pattern Bolter
- Phobos Pattern Bolt pistol
- Thunder Edge Pattern Chainsword
Notes: Is very lonely and full of rage, feeling he can't trust any other Legionaire's until loyalty is proven.
@HeySeuss Of course I did originally think of playing one of the many Cypher's that came before the one on Caliban before but you know, then I'd have to cause a lot of trouble.
@HeySeuss Well I'm saying for reference he usually operates upon a jetbike like most of the Ravenwing did at the time, since at the time First Legion operates as six wings. However most of that will blown up and along with his squad. After all there has to be a reason Luther never knew how things were going with the Heresy, the messengers never made it.
@HeySeuss I heard mention of Dark Angels... Perhaps a Ravenwing biker and his companions? If that would be alright.
@Ryougu If you want kill angel, go get yourself a demon.
As the Terminate spell was cast Seria knew she had over extended, retreating back she used a Cloudshift to phase away moving to rally the troops and summon up her sisters if possible.
Meanwhile Lute took the kick sliding backwards before rubbing his lip with the back of his hand, a trickle of blood from it. "I have not yet begun to kill!" He laughed kicking his a fallen sword up off the ground, as around the area the air began to change. Rank's began to close, medic's arriving to aid the soldiers locking shield with other soldiers. Potions helping them to heal and restore the wounded as they struck back at the Rakdos warriors.
Lute took a step forward and spun, what Boris had not counted on was that he was not the only musician. Lute kept his own rhythm on the battlefield, his title Blade dancer was not some made up term. He had been a dancer in his youth, and when he fought his footwork was as perfect and graceful as a dancer.
Lunging forward his first strike a quick jab, the second a long sweeping blow at the music loving cultist. Yet changing feet he kicked out right at Boris's face, a lightning bolt striking his face at point blank range before he rolled backward blades at the ready. "I hope you enjoyed the taste... I have plenty more where that came from dog."
Meanwhile Lute took the kick sliding backwards before rubbing his lip with the back of his hand, a trickle of blood from it. "I have not yet begun to kill!" He laughed kicking his a fallen sword up off the ground, as around the area the air began to change. Rank's began to close, medic's arriving to aid the soldiers locking shield with other soldiers. Potions helping them to heal and restore the wounded as they struck back at the Rakdos warriors.
Lute took a step forward and spun, what Boris had not counted on was that he was not the only musician. Lute kept his own rhythm on the battlefield, his title Blade dancer was not some made up term. He had been a dancer in his youth, and when he fought his footwork was as perfect and graceful as a dancer.
Lunging forward his first strike a quick jab, the second a long sweeping blow at the music loving cultist. Yet changing feet he kicked out right at Boris's face, a lightning bolt striking his face at point blank range before he rolled backward blades at the ready. "I hope you enjoyed the taste... I have plenty more where that came from dog."
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