DJAtomika

Warhammer 40k: Mortis Daemonicus - An Ordo Malleus RP

Writing sheet here too.

DJatomika vs LeeRoy

Frosty the Ice Wolf

Frost

"Why don't you take a chill pill?"

Vitals

Hider

Name: Daniel Joshua Anderson

Age: 29

Sex: Male

Date of birth: 22nd May, 1986

Lineage: -

Class/Major: Rogue

Class/Minor: Mage

Occupation: Detective

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Marital Status: Widower

Birthplace: New York, New York

Blood Type: B+

Eye Color: Blue

Height: 6'

Weight: 177 lbs

Hair Color/Style: Snow white, waist length hair tied into a long, thin ponytail.

General Appearance: Anthropomorphic wolf. Normally wears a thick, navy blue hoodie with the letters "NYPD" in bright yellow emblazoned on the front and back. Underneath the hoodie is an off-white dress shirt and a navy blue tie with a silver tie clip. On his legs he wears slate gray jeans, loose enough for maximum range-of-movement and running sneakers.

Skin Tone/Condition: Normal grey wolf fur colours.

Markings: Two sky blue arrows that start on his cheeks, pointing towards his eyes. The other ends of the arrows travels as stripes down his neck, shoulders and onto his arms, where they end as arrows again on the tops of his hands. These markings glow a pale blue.

Combat Stats

Dominant Hand: Right

Equipment:

-Upper Body: Nil

-Lower Body: Nil

Weapons

• Icicle - What looks to be a normal looking aluminium baseball bat. Silver finish, black friction grip, with a few choice New York Yankees stickers across the body. A small signature reading "Micky Mantle - 8/2/1974" is on the body near the grip. What is hidden within the bat, however, is extremely powerful combat and elemental magic. Hidden within the signature, written in black sharpie, are Nordic runes enchanted with powerful ice magic. The bat itself has a core imbued with a shard of ice from the frozen north, allowing Daniel to channel his inherent ice magics into the bat and use it as a weapon.
• STI 2011 Edge - A pure black competition grade, .45 ACP pistol, the Edge is Daniel's pistol of choice. Magical in nature, its 9 round magazine respawns within his shoulder holster whenever he ejects the current one out of the gun. As a result, theoretically he has an infinite number of bullets, but only gets one magazine for each reload. The bullets themselves are nothing special, being your average .45 ACP round, but they can be infused with his magic to become ice bullets that freeze on contact.

Abilities

• Super Speed
• Enhanced Strength
• Enhanced Reflexes
• Heightened Senses

Magic

• Ice Elemental - Daniel, once flesh and bone, is now a being wholly made of ice. His intensive training with the element has made him so in tune with it that he has become one with the cold. As such, basic physical attacks to his body cannot harm him, as he will simply refreeze any injuries he suffers. He is also highly skilled in the use of ice magicks. Magical attacks, however, will cut past the ice that once was his flesh and injure his inner being, making him bleed in that sense.
• Mark of the Rogue - Representing the Rogue, Daniel is able to travel at speeds faster than the naked eye can follow, along with being able to easily navigate terrain, staying out of sight and being a very fast attacker. All this emphasis on speed does reduce his ability to hit harder than he's normally able to.

Bio

Voice: Deep, raspy, compelling.

Personality: Cool and collected, cunning and lethal, Daniel makes it a point to let everyone know that he means business and that if you cross him, bad things will happen to you. That being said, he treats his friends with the utmost care and concern; if you are on his good side, you are a best friend to him. Acquaintances that have likewise earned his trust and respect are people whom he will also treat very well.

Backstory: Born in New York City, Daniel Anderson took into his father's footsteps by enrolling in the NYPD and becoming an officer. With hard work and determination, he took up his late dad's desk as a detective and began a long, hard career in the service.

Near his fifth year in the office he was taken over by a powerful celestial force known as the Protectorate, and was transformed into a Protector; a powerful demigod whose sole purpose was to ensure the safety of the world. He trained with the best and made many friends around the world, demigods one and all. Together he and his Guardians went on many an adventure, with the safety of the planet often hanging in the balance.

After several decades, Earth began to decay. Society collapsed, the environment ran rampant and turned the world into a wasteland. Still he persevered, though the more years he spent on the earth, the more of his Guardians fell to the ravages of time, age and injury. It was then that he realised that the world didn't need him any more; it was dying, and soon it would be time for the demigod, now nearly a full god in terms of power, to leave for greener pastures. One of the remaining Guardians suggested that he venture into the multiverse; a plane where worlds and universes collided, an interdimensional highway, so to speak. An endless amount of possibilities lay within, and the promise of more power. So he went, leaving the ailing Earth to the care of the remaining Guardians, and entered the multiverse as a wanderer.

Now Daniel is no longer a god. He considers himself more of an elemental than anything else. His wanderings have brought him far and wide, though recognition is sparse. A run-in with a Dreamer ages ago was the closest he'd been to making a friend in the multiverse.

Warhammer 40k: Mortis Daemonicus - An Ordo Malleus RP (Interested?)

Interested.

Arena Chat Thread

Holy fuck Skall I haven't seen you around in forever.

Baybridge: Halcyon Days [Superpowers/Semi-Sandbox]

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The police sirens were closing in.

There wasn't a mark on Noelle, but she was sloppy. She couldn't count on someone not noticing her stumbling out of that alleyway. Worst of all, the sharp eyed woman looked to the side, as she swore that she saw Ada passing by. Before realizing it was just another woman. She was going crazy, but that was the problem. Ada... or the Verschlinger as she was known by the Founding Family, was far too powerful for Noelle to take on alone. The faster she got out of here, the faster she could claim she was... yes.

Noelle came up with the perfect plan as she came across some shitty coffee shop called the Haven.

It didn't have much in terms of people, but she could easily pay off a waiter or something to give the police an alibi (because if they're working as a waitress, they'll take whatever they can get), or if Ada decides to pay her another visit... Noelle knows she still has a heart, and she had a lot of meat shields to use. When the last thought popped up in her head, she heard the bell of the door and she quickly smiled as she loudly swallowed. She walked up to the front counter and leaned in, putting her shoulder on the surface.

"Hello there!" Noelle said energetically, in a thick french accent like she practiced. "I'm just on the prowl and walked in here! How are you, I'm Noelle?"

The rather miffed looking European woman at the counter huffed a little as the young lady barged into her cafe. The sirens not far away made her raise her eyebrow. The day hadn't been eventful, other than Isaac finally being back from sick leave. Her recent excursion to the older parts of town, and the abandoned mall that had been overrun by mutants and other nasties, was at the back of her mind. She and Kannix had made it out safely and although she trusted RAVEN about as far as she could throw Isaac (which wasn't far), they'd settled the situation well enough. It was all up to Kannix to return to the job, of course, but she knew she'd be back.

"Are you in trouble, little miss?"

"Oh, me?" Noelle said as she stood straight up, and put both hands on her chest. Putting on an act for the woman. "I'm fine sweetheart, does something look wrong to you?" Noelle made sure to keep her eye on the woman, and checked for any body movement.

Audrey crossed her arms and squared her shoulders. "You barge into my cafe, sirens behind you and I am not stupid. Tell me now and don't waste my hospitality, or get out."

Noelle was torn was torn between . This woman was either smarter than she looked, jumped to conclusions far too quickly, or... just was bad at her job. She was clearly running under assumption, but not any real proof. Just because she heard sirens, doesn't mean jackshit in a city like Baybridge. All Noelle had to do was play puppy dog, and bend her around her fingers. "I heard gunshots down the street," Noelle started off calmly, keeping that same demeanor. "I just ducked in here to hide, I don't know what happened."

Audrey raised her eyebrow even higher. She knew the young lady was bullshitting her; experience from Baybridge had taught her not to trust the youth, especially if they came in running away from sirens. But the better part of her decided to crack under the pressure. With a weary sigh, she gestured to the young woman. "Lose your fake accent and get into the kitchen. Whoever's following you won't find you there. And be quick about it, before I change my mind."

"My accent isn't fake, love," Noelle was quick to state, before she sighed and conceded, and followed the woman into the kitchen. It was surprisingly clean, but Noelle peaked her head through the window to see the cafe itself as police rolled up. This won't save her from Ada, but if ruskie holds up her end of the bargain...

Once they were in the kitchen, Audrey closed the door. Then she turned around to face the young woman. "You'll be safe here. Just stay inside until whoever's chasing you is gone, yes?"

If only you knew. Noelle.thought to herself as Audrey spoke, but instead of speaking out loud, she kept her thoughts as - well, just that. She nodded in acknowledgement, and hoped that she stayed close. She was big enough to save Noelle. But, Noelle kept her head down as the door opened, and two police officers walked in. Both of them were fit, fairly young, and caucasian - The ideal officers, Noelle thought to herself.

They walked up to the front counter, "Hey, is anyone here?" He walked up. "We need to ask some questions."

Audrey walked out to the counter and dusted her hands on her apron, pretending that the young woman inside her kitchen didn't exist. Her curiosity was beginning to get the better of her, but she didn't let it show. Not in front of the police. As much as she wanted to throw the young woman to the dogs and let them feast, she was her responsibility now. She put on the best welcoming smile she could (which was just barely a grimace) and addressed the policemen. "How can I help you officers? Coffee? Doughnuts?"

"We're investigating sounds of gunshots," The one officer said. "So far, we have no leads, have you seen anything suspicious lately?"

Audrey took a moment, chewing her bottom lip to really make it seem like she was thinking hard about whether or not she'd heard the gunshots that clearly echoed down the street not long before Noelle had burst into her cafe. With a shrug of her shoulders she gave the officers her response.

"Sorry, was in kitchen preparing tomorrow's pastries. Did not hear anything over sound of dishwasher washing dishes. Do you want anything, officers? Pie is fresh."

"Could we ask any of your other employees, then?" The police officer asked... before asking. "... and could I have a slice?"

Audrey paled a little at the request to ask her employees, but she kept it to herself. Instead she kept the smile on her face as she nodded. "Of course, officers. Two slices of apple pie coming up. And I'll tell my employees to stay behind after we're done so you can question them. I'll be right back, officers."

She turned on her heel and headed back into the kitchen. Lowering the tone of her voice to stay beneath the sounds of dishwashers and general clatter of ceramic and metal, Audrey addressed Noelle.

"The officers are going to want to question all my employees. They will stay behind after closing. You need to leave before they catch you. Through back door, open and close door slowly. It is well oiled but noisy on the jamb. Go into the alley, run and do not look back. I will handle everything else."

Seems kindness isn't dead after all. Noelle thought to herself as she looked at the massive woman. If Noelle was going to be cocky, she would say that they have no idea who she even was. That she was just some teacher for some shitty Savior school up in Silver Hills. But, if they find an illegal gun on Noelle, it doesn't matter what they know or think, it's over for her. "Thank you." Noelle whispered as she slowly walked over to the door. "I will... repay you at some point." She slowly opened the door as Audrey instructed, before she stepped through halfway, and said. "Consider me a friend..."

"And I'll consider you in my debt until you settle your police issue. Go!" She shooed Noelle out the door and turned to grab a few plates, some slices of apple pie and some forks for the officers waiting at the front counter. After all, it was rather rude to leave two police officers without their pie.

Noelle nodded her head, leaving Audrey without a word as she left. Noelle had little intention of actively repaying that debt, as she would most likely never see this woman again. It's a big city out there, and the two of them are just ants in it. Running parallel to each other. But, as she glanced at Audrey for the last time for the night...

... If they were to meet again, she wouldn't mind repaying that debt.

Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi - The Orcish Mercenary Saga

@HeySeuss I wouldn't mind.

Baybridge: Halcyon Days [Superpowers/Semi-Sandbox]

Isaac Kaweia

Basic Information

Name:

Isaac Alexander Kaweia

Nickname/Alias/Etc:

Niuhi, but his friends and colleagues call him "Big Guy" or "Big Dude".

Gender:

Male

Age:

28

Height:

6' 5"

Weight:

290 lbs

Home District:

Stonecliff, Silver Hills.

Appearance

Hair Color:

Light brown.

Eye Color:

Dark brown.

Ethnicity:

Samoan

Physical Appearance:

Isaac stands rather proud, not hiding his size or strength. He is built like a tank, with a muscled body and core that show all indications of a life spent lifting and carrying much weight. He has long dark brown hair styled in dreadlocks, then tied into a ponytail. The dreads are long enough to reach his stomach, but he keeps them wrapped up at work by wrapping them loosely round his neck. His eyes are the same dark brown as his hair. Just a tiny bit of scruff adorns his chin.

Attire:

Isaac normally dresses in loud Hawaiian shirts and cargo shorts of either beige or slate gray colours. If he isn't wearing a loud Hawaiian shirt, Isaac usually wears a plain t-shirt in either gray, white or dark orange to go with his shorts. Flip flops almost always adorn his feet, except when he's out cycling or running, then he wears a pair of white running shoes.

Personality

Innate & Outward Personality:

Outwardly, Isaac is a boisterous, loud and jolly big man. Lovable, always cracking jokes and a joy to be around, Isaac loves to make his friends happy any way he knows how. He isn't a prankster or a joker, being more of a jolly dude that's always smiling, and always there for his friends. He's got a big heart and a bigger set of arms that he doesn't hesitate to use to hug or squeeze someone, or to separate two fighting individuals.

Inwardly, Isaac often is a ball of nerves. Because of how much he cares for other people, he often worries about their wellbeing. As such, he's often prone to over-worrying or being really nervous about his friends. He does everything in his power to make sure they're always alright and happy.

Hobbies/Interests:

Isaac enjoys surfing, sunbathing and otherwise enjoying himself at the beach or in any body of water big enough to accommodate a few laps. He also enjoys sewing, believe it or not, and enjoys doing little crocheted or embroidered pieces of art that he hangs around his apartment.

Skills/Talents:

Isaac is super strong, and because of his interest in sports, he's powerfully built. His stamina is extremely high, as well as his ability to lift or move heavy things. He also knows how to be delicate with his hands, since he's a waiter, and he's particularly deft at balancing multiple things, like plates, on his arms and hands.

Goals/Motivation

To one day hike the entirety of the Ever Reaching Mountains.

History/Bio:

Born and raised in Hawaii to a pair of average parents, Isaac took to swimming and surfing right away when he was growing up. He got himself a good tan, developed a lot of muscle and a healthy relationship with the ocean. He became a rather popular kid amongst his friends, mainly because they all surfed together but he was the one who dared ride the big waves. Nothing fazed him. Eventually he decided to conquer different physical ventures as he grew older, and when he heard of a local surfing contest nearby, he just had to participate. Several trophies, medals and many friends later, he had found his calling in life: the sea and the surf. He took his talent out of Hawaii and traveled to Los Angeles, California, where there was a more professional surfing championship being held. The championship was his one shot at making a living on the mainland. Win? He'd have enough prize money to buy a place to stay and continue competing. Lose? Well he didn't know what would happen if he lost.

It was around this time that his powers manifested themselves. While taking a dip in the ocean while on a tourney off day, Isaac found himself the victim of a freak shark attack. A great white had latched onto his leg and pulled him into the water, off his surfboard. He fought as hard as he could and the shark let go, but the intense pain coupled with the salt water made him black out. When the locals brought him back to shore, he was a mess. Bloody, his leg chewed up like ham, and sporting weirder mutations like the sudden appearance of webbing between his fingers. Other surfer friends of his even swore that he'd grown after he'd left the water. He woke up in a hospital bed with tubes running into him and a gaggle of doctors around his bed discussing stuff he didn't recognise or understand. The explanation given was that the mutation that had made him superhuman had infused his DNA with genes from the shark, thus the reason for all the extra shit on his body. A classic manifestation event.

Now a meta, Isaac wasn't deterred by the fact that he'd become a freak. He continued in the competition regardless, but his bulk and new weight dropped him into second place instead of the top spot like he wanted. Disheartened, he took to the road, looking for work and a place to stay. He hitched a ride up north into Washington state and the city of Baybride, where he readily found part-time work that would accept a meta like him. The place was called the Haven, a little cafe near the city center, owned by an older meta. The place was marketed as a place "where metas can work and eat without discrimination", and the relaxed atmosphere suited him. He found himself a little apartment in Stonecliff that wasn't far away from the cafe, thus beginning his life as an employee of Audrey Novalik.

Relationships

Family:

Thomas Kaweia | 53 | Father |
Ellen Kaminsky | 49 | Mother |

Friends"

Audrey Novalik | 46 | Boss |
Ellen Doncaster | 25 | Co-worker |
James Caruso | 53 | Customer |
Xin Zhiping | 29 | Co-worker |

Dynamics: (Relations with other characters - You don't have to put relation with family here.)

| Kannix Chang |

| {Neutral} | {Coworker} | "I saw what she did to Ellen's scooter. I hope I don't get on her bad side." |

Isaac and Kannix are coworkers at the Haven, owned by their boss Audrey.

Abilities

Power Class:

Super-System; Bestial

Power:

Isaac's body decided, one day, to spontaneously develop the characteristics of a great white shark. The size that he grew to, along with his newfound superhuman strength, are indicative of his mutations, along with the more obvious sharp teeth, webbing in between his fingers and the four small, almost invisible slits on both sides of his neck that indicate gills. His lungs have adapted to breathe both air and water, and the rough skin that sharks have has allowed him to be impervious to small arms damage and most bladed weapons. Anything traveling faster than a 9mm will still puncture and wound him.

Limits:

His power is at its fullest potential when he is fully submerged in water. On land he is still a big lumbering dude, so his speed and agility on land as opposed to in the water is greatly limited.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

Unlike most other animal based powers that come with regeneration, he doesn't. Wounds he sustains take their usual amount of time to heal and he can do nothing to accelerate the process. He is also rather averse to extremely dry and hot conditions, as his latent fish side can get dehydrated fairly easily as compared to normal humans.

Other:

Nil

Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi - The Orcish Mercenary Saga

The Flagbearer

Name: Karrush the Flagbearer
Age: 33
Sex: Female
Breed: Full blooded orc

Appearance: Standing tall at six feet eight inches tall, Karrush is an imposing woman to even stare at. Muscles make up almost every fibre of her body, and her eyes are a rich, dark brown underneath a shock of short, military-style hair cut into a small mohawk. Her skin is a lighter shade of green mixed with a slate gray, with small tusks and a few small scars dotting her face and thin nose. Stripes of red run down her cheeks, and white war paint makes a crude but effective skull underneath that, making her countenance look like a weeping skull.

Where Moordekrai walks with all the grace of a stalking panther, Karrush carries herself like a walking tank, her size and strength more than telling of her role in the Company. Her arms are covered with scars, as well as painted on markings of tiny skulls on each of her knuckles. Her neck carries more war paint, in the form of mock scars and sutures that go around her neck as if to signify decapitation.

Skills/Abilities:
- All-Round Combat: Having been in frontline and back-line combat for years, Karrush has learned much about the ways of fighting, both with a weapon and without one. Her best weapon is her trusty pike, but throw anything into her hands and she'll turn it into a lethal weapon, including if nothing lands in them.
- Resilience: Nothing really fazes Karrush any more. Years of battle against greater foes have taught her the meaning of the words "be a wall". Her strength behind a shield extends to those around her; her own will and drive to succeed and push forward flows through her war cries and battle shouts, pushing the other pikemen forward against all odds.
- Loud: Her lungs are big and her voice is bigger, to better carry across a noisy battlefield.
- Cool Head: Most rookies fall to pieces during their first battle, and that's when Karrush drills them to always have a cool head, even when the fighting's at its worst. Having a calm, decisive mind in the heat of battle makes the difference between life and death that much bigger.
- Tracking: Having spent most of her life trying to hunt down the ruthless orcs that had shattered her life has given Karrush a rather keen eye and a sense of direction, and her tracking abilities are not the best, but amongst her brethren they do suffice.

Equipment:
- The Company Standard: A simple flag on a pole, the Company's standard never leaves her armour. The only time she doesn't carry the sign of their impending attack is when they're not at war. Other standard bearers don't treat the flags with the respect they deserve. She does. Her standard's pole is covered in notches and marks of battles past, though the flag is always clean and new for every battle. The tusks of the fallen adorn both the pole itself and her armour, and a single skull sits atop her flag.
- Medium Armour: A normal set of medium weight plate armour, enough to provide good all-round protection, but light enough for her to maneuver around a battlefield without getting weighed down. The tusks of her fallen tusker brethren adorn her shoulder pauldrons, cleaned of gore and nicks, and her shoulders are painted bright red, with white spikes in the corners.
- Buckler: The shield that goes onto her left arm. Notched and worn, but hardy and as resilient as she is, her shield has seen her through many battles and saved her life countless times.
- Landweaver's Razor: Her main weapon, for when things get too close for comfort. With her shield on her arm, flag in one hand and sword in the other, she makes for a deadly, if short-ranged warrior. The sword hilt is decorated with the tusks of her dead family and friends, wrapped in bandages for grip and is sharpened every other day when she has the time.
- Knife Pouch: A simple leather pouch that holds small, fine blades that are perfect for throwing. Normally she doesn't use much of these, but when an enemy is retreating and she isn't in the mood to take prisoners, a few blades to the back suffice.

History:

Karrush was once a simpler orc, part of the Landweavers, a tribe of farmers who resorted only to violence when their land was in danger. As a result, most of her early upbringing was peaceful, and she honed her innate strength in helping to till land, turning over fields and hauling lumber. Hunting and tending to animals came naturally, as did the messier skill of butchery. Coming out of this life and into one of soldiery was not easy, but the skills she learned and the body she'd honed over her early years helped her immensely.

One year, during a particularly bad famine, her village was raided by a rival band of Orcs. Stronger, possessing more powerful weapons and more men, they burnt the village to the ground, stealing all their food, livestock and killing as many as they could before running away.
Rather distraught, but resolute in her revenge, she took up rudimentary arms and began the slow, slow process of hunting them down. Bloodied, bruised but unflinching, she pursued her foes for months, stopping only to rest and to feed herself off the land. By the time she'd gained ground, however, it'd been a year and the trail had gone cold. The orcs that had destroyed her home had vanished. Upped stakes and moved on to another region. It was the first time she'd given up on something.

It was around this time she ran into a party of training orcs from the Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi. Lost and in a daze, she was taken in by the Company and subsequently nursed back to health. She expressed interest in joining up with them since she had no more home to return to.
Karrush was thrown rather unceremoniously into the Pikes, where she flourished. The long, heavy polearms were reminiscent of the hoes and plows she'd used back home, and she took to their use quickly. Training under the Drillmaster, it didn't take long for her to master the use of the Pikes. But when it came time for her to move on to another warband, she refused. The pike was her weapon and under her insistence, she stayed within the Pikes among the newer tuskers.

Her bravery during a campaign was how she became the Company's lead standard bearer; during a contracted skirmish against a hostile force,
the original standard bearer fell in combat. Without hesitating, she took up the standard, planted it in her armour and took charge of the tuskers in her pike line, pushing them forward to repel their attackers. After the battle was won, she held onto the standard and has done so ever since. Her reputation of staying in the Pike line even though she's more than ripe for a promotion elsewhere has spread to other warbands, and others have learned not to ask her why she stays.

Personality and Psychological profile:

Karrush is an orc that often won't take no for an answer. The newbie tuskers under her in the pike line speak often of how they're shouted into submission by the angry flagbearer at the head of their line. Tough love is the name of her game, just like the Drillmaster she trained under. She is the type to grit her teeth and plunge headfirst into danger so that her warband and the rookie tuskers under her come out on top.

Underneath the stern, strong and fierce exterior is a rather broken individual; having lost all semblance of family, the Company is really all she has left, and though she's a tough orc, losing anyone puts a dent in her pride. She hates having to bury one of their own, and wears their tusks on her armour with all the pride she can muster.

Relationships and Acquaintances:

TBA

Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi - The Orcish Mercenary Saga

The Flagbearer

Name: Karrush the Flagbearer
Age: 33
Sex: Female
Breed: Full blooded orc

Appearance: Standing tall at six feet eight inches tall, Karrush is an imposing woman to even stare at. Muscles make up almost every fibre of her body, and her eyes are a rich, dark brown underneath a shock of short, military-style hair cut into a small mohawk. Her skin is a lighter shade of green mixed with a slate gray, with small tusks and a few small scars dotting her face and thin nose. Stripes of red run down her cheeks, and white war paint makes a crude but effective skull underneath that, making her countenance look like a weeping skull.

Where Moordekrai walks with all the grace of a stalking panther, Karrush carries herself like a walking tank, her size and strength more than telling of her role in the Company. Her arms are covered with scars, as well as painted on markings of tiny skulls on each of her knuckles. Her neck carries more war paint, in the form of mock scars and sutures that go around her neck as if to signify decapitation.

Skills/Abilities:
- All-Round Combat: Having been in frontline and back-line combat for years, Karrush has learned much about the ways of fighting, both with a weapon and without one. Her best weapon is her trusty pike, but throw anything into her hands and she'll turn it into a lethal weapon, including if nothing lands in them.
- Resilience: Nothing really fazes Karrush any more. Years of battle against greater foes have taught her the meaning of the words "be a wall". Her strength behind a shield extends to those around her; her own will and drive to succeed and push forward flows through her war cries and battle shouts, pushing the other pikemen forward against all odds.
- Loud: Her lungs are big and her voice is bigger, to better carry across a noisy battlefield.
- Cool Head: Most rookies fall to pieces during their first battle, and that's when Karrush drills them to always have a cool head, even when the fighting's at its worst. Having a calm, decisive mind in the heat of battle makes the difference between life and death that much bigger.
- Tracking: Having spent most of her life trying to hunt down the ruthless orcs that had shattered her life has given Karrush a rather keen eye and a sense of direction, and her tracking abilities are not the best, but amongst her brethren they do suffice.

Equipment:
- The Company Standard: A simple flag on a pole, the Company's standard never leaves her armour. The only time she doesn't carry the sign of their impending attack is when they're not at war. Other standard bearers don't treat the flags with the respect they deserve. She does. Her standard's pole is covered in notches and marks of battles past, though the flag is always clean and new for every battle. The tusks of the fallen adorn both the pole itself and her armour, and a single skull sits atop her flag.
- Medium Armour: A normal set of medium weight plate armour, enough to provide good all-round protection, but light enough for her to maneuver around a battlefield without getting weighed down. The tusks of her fallen tusker brethren adorn her shoulder pauldrons, cleaned of gore and nicks, and her shoulders are painted bright red, with white spikes in the corners.
- Buckler: The shield that goes onto her left arm. Notched and worn, but hardy and as resilient as she is, her shield has seen her through many battles and saved her life countless times.
- Landweaver's Razor: Her main weapon, for when things get too close for comfort. With her shield on her arm, flag in one hand and sword in the other, she makes for a deadly, if short-ranged warrior. The sword hilt is decorated with the tusks of her dead family and friends, wrapped in bandages for grip and is sharpened every other day when she has the time.
- Knife Pouch: A simple leather pouch that holds small, fine blades that are perfect for throwing. Normally she doesn't use much of these, but when an enemy is retreating and she isn't in the mood to take prisoners, a few blades to the back suffice.

History:

Karrush was once a simpler orc, part of the Landweavers, a tribe of farmers who resorted only to violence when their land was in danger. As a result, most of her early upbringing was peaceful, and she honed her innate strength in helping to till land, turning over fields and hauling lumber. Hunting and tending to animals came naturally, as did the messier skill of butchery. Coming out of this life and into one of soldiery was not easy, but the skills she learned and the body she'd honed over her early years helped her immensely.

One year, during a particularly bad famine, her village was raided by a rival band of Orcs. Stronger, possessing more powerful weapons and more men, they burnt the village to the ground, stealing all their food, livestock and killing as many as they could before running away.
Rather distraught, but resolute in her revenge, she took up rudimentary arms and began the slow, slow process of hunting them down. Bloodied, bruised but unflinching, she pursued her foes for months, stopping only to rest and to feed herself off the land. By the time she'd gained ground, however, it'd been a year and the trail had gone cold. The orcs that had destroyed her home had vanished. Upped stakes and moved on to another region. It was the first time she'd given up on something.

It was around this time she ran into a party of training orcs from the Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi. Lost and in a daze, she was taken in by the Company and subsequently nursed back to health. She expressed interest in joining up with them since she had no more home to return to.
Karrush was thrown rather unceremoniously into the Pikes, where she flourished. The long, heavy polearms were reminiscent of the hoes and plows she'd used back home, and she took to their use quickly. Training under the Drillmaster, it didn't take long for her to master the use of the Pikes. But when it came time for her to move on to another warband, she refused. The pike was her weapon and under her insistence, she stayed within the Pikes among the newer tuskers.

Her bravery during a campaign was how she became the Company's lead standard bearer; during a contracted skirmish against a hostile force,
the original standard bearer fell in combat. Without hesitating, she took up the standard, planted it in her armour and took charge of the tuskers in her pike line, pushing them forward to repel their attackers. After the battle was won, she held onto the standard and has done so ever since. Her reputation of staying in the Pike line even though she's more than ripe for a promotion elsewhere has spread to other warbands, and others have learned not to ask her why she stays.

Personality and Psychological profile:

Karrush is an orc that often won't take no for an answer. The newbie tuskers under her in the pike line speak often of how they're shouted into submission by the angry flagbearer at the head of their line. Tough love is the name of her game, just like the Drillmaster she trained under. She is the type to grit her teeth and plunge headfirst into danger so that her warband and the rookie tuskers under her come out on top.

Underneath the stern, strong and fierce exterior is a rather broken individual; having lost all semblance of family, the Company is really all she has left, and though she's a tough orc, losing anyone puts a dent in her pride. She hates having to bury one of their own, and wears their tusks on her armour with all the pride she can muster.

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Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi - The Orcish Mercenary Saga

Interest here. A spot open for a more technical, strategic fighter?