Eisenhorn

Devil's Brigade (Modern Military RP)

No, your not being anal or tedious, your just doing your thing, which is perfectly fine. I decided to take up an M27 IAR with Beta C-Mags, since the M27 is more accurate, and the 100 rounds will let it suppress when the situation calls upon it. If that isn't a problem, of course.

Devil's Brigade (Modern Military RP)

Well, the Beta C-Mags are 100 round drums, they utilize the twin drums that feed the weapon together (Here's the basic load design of one from the back). I was considering a 200 round box, but I couldn't really decide on how many would be carried, so went with a few 100 round drums instead. I can change that, no problem, if you want though. It won't bother me either way.

Devil's Brigade (Modern Military RP)

Well, good to see the Marine Corp getting some love, and the Canadians are always welcome to ride along as well! I wasn't 100% sure on some things, so just holler if something needs fixed.

Cpl. Alexander Westfield

Name: Alexander Westfield

Age: 27

Rank: Corporal

Appearance:


Weaponry:
M27 IAR
- Aimpoint CompM2

M9 Beretta

Becker Combat Bowie Knife

Equipment:
x5 5.56×45mm NATO Beta C-Mag
x2 9×19mm Parabellum Magazines
x2 M67 Grenades
MARPAT Desert Fatigues
Scalable Plate Carrier
SI Ballistic Goggles 2.0 (Oakleys) Private Purchase
SI-8 Boots Coyote Color (Oakleys) Private Purchase
Lightweight FR Glove Coyote Color (Oakleys) Private Purchase
Desert Shemagh Private Purchase

Bio: Born in the Northeastern part of Pennsylvania, both his parents had worked in the coal mining business, as had many of their ancestors before them. Alex would spend a lot of time running to his parents work to deliver them things they forgot back home, especially on days where no school was in session, and had a fairly rough upbringing. With both his parents busy with the coal mining work, he was generally left to raise himself. So he naturally found himself getting into fights and scrapes with other kids, usually coming out on top thanks to his Uncle, an ex Marine that taught the young boy how to defend himself early on in his life. After breaking another kids arm, though, he narrowly avoided a juvenile sentence thanks to last minute testimony. After this, his uncle took a more direct role in raising the rough young man, instilling some sense of discipline into the otherwise uncontrolled life he had been given. When he graduated high school, both his parents expected him to take the job offer from the coal mine that they worked for. Alex literally gave them both the middle finger and walked away, to their utter shock. With nothing but his clothes and a handful of belongings, he had nowhere to go, since his parents kicked him out after this. With nowhere else to really go, and his uncles stories in mind of other various heroes that came from the Coal regions, he went and enlisted with the Marine Corp.

His knack for fighting and never giving up served him well here, his back talking nature and very same refusal to back down, not so much. But he was in good shape from fighting and working, and qualified for additional training with the M249 LMG, and would eventually be issued the first wave of M27 Infantry Automatic Rifles (IAR), and assignment as an Automatic Rifleman. He cycled through several units, never having much hope of getting above a Corporal due to his nature, but he was happy with the work, a damn sight more than working in some dark coal mine, although he was more comfortable in those places than most folks would be. So Afghanistan wasn't too much of a shock for the lad, and he was glad for the lighter SCP armor over the normal MTV issued to Marines otherwise, and his assignment to this Devil's Brigade only got him interested, since you didn't just give those kind of names to regiments. When he learned it was a joint regiment between some Canadian light infantry and his own Marine Corp, he was hesitant, to put it kindly. But he had known a Canadian or two, and they didn't take much crap from anyone, so he figured their military would be the same, at least, so he didn't gripe too much. Even though he would probably be the newest guy to the regiment, he wouldn't be taking crap from anyone, as was in his nature. And anyone over his head that saw his record would see this trend.

Personality (Optional): Alex is a blunt, brutally honest man, first and foremost. He won't pull punches, he'll tell you what he thinks of you to your face, and then knock your teeth out if you get offended. Alex grew up fighting, and despite his uncle's better efforts, only taught him to mitigate it, not control it. The Marine Corp managed to get him to not swing first and ask questions later, but he'll gladly come to blows with someone as soon as shake hands. He is friendly enough beyond this fiery temperament, for a generally offensive individual, and is entertaining to drink around, if you like watching fights. Coupled with a complete lack of brain to mouth filter and sense of self preservation, he can tend to become a disciplinary nightmare, although he can focus his general ire towards the enemy when in the field, so it doesn't affect his on duty work much. He just tends to come back to base with a black eye, and another story about how the other guy got it worse.

A Broken Sword, Cry the Raven, Death is the end (A Sengoku Jidai Era Samurai RP)

Heh, thank ye kindly Andae, I was always fond of Mitsurugi as a character, not my top favorite, but he was up there, and it seemed fitting.

A Broken Sword, Cry the Raven, Death is the end (A Sengoku Jidai Era Samurai RP)

Alright, here are two of my characters, then.

Characters

Name: Sutomu Yagiri
Faction: Sutomu Family
Position/Profession: Lord Sutomu's Brother
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Items:
Sutomu Katana: One of a set of matching blades forged by master bladesmiths, Yagiri inherited this blade rather than the whole set, as his elder brother, and now Lord of the family, warranted the entire set, but being a direct blood relation warranted something. The blade itself is designed clearly for Iajitsu in mind, with subtle angles forged into the blade's normal design to promote blindingly fast drawing and sheathing of the blade. This blade he carries on his person at all times.

Hotoke dou: Not shown, nor worn normally, Yagiri maintains a full set of Hotoke dou armor for if the drums of war are sounded and a full battle is met, and more protection than his usual attire is required. Lacking decorative work and being solely a work of war, the armor might not look befitting of the brother of a Lord, but it can more than hold up to the abuse of war, should the call be made of it.

Abilities:
-Iaijutsu: By far his most notable ability, Yagiri has dedicated his training and practice with his katana to the art of striking his foes down in one drawing motion, often as a counterstroke to their failed attack, striking a glaringly open weakness. He emphasizes patience and calm, often times not drawing his blade in the face of clear hostility, maintaining the illusion of one who perhaps only carried a blade for show, right up until a blow lashed out at a critical moment, dropping his assailant and calmly returning the blade to its sheath afterwords.

-Tactics: Fitting to his personality, Yagiri has studied the tactics and methods of warfare, publicly those that were accepted and respected, and in private, tactics that would be deemed dishonorable and shameful, but in a dire situation, would prove more than viable and skilled to claim victory from the gaping maw of defeat.

Yagiri has conditioned himself, physically, to very precise, controlled motions rather than the flowing, and sometimes wild and raw, power of other warriors. He values calculated power behind a stroke, training himself for very high burst movements and actions, with pauses between rather than constant, and often times lesser, amounts of strength and speed. While he isn't necessarily as fast as someone who dedicates themselves to that aspect, nor is he as strong as one who also dedicates themselves as such, he has the speed and strength to stand off against them and succeed. Beyond that, little would indicate he is of a known family, his other talents and skills being average, for his upbringing.

Personality: Yagiri values thought and deliberation over rash actions and storming about like a wild beast, obvious to the world and easily corralled into an enclosure for the slaughter. So, while others in, and out, of the family run about, sometimes in a panic, Yagiri is a calm point in the storm, taking in his surroundings and information before acting with one, precise, and specifically tailored action for the situation at hand, and return to his quiet thinking and meditation. He does believe that every man and woman will have some Code they live by, even if it is not the way of the Samurai, and so long as they remain true to themselves and their code, nothing more can be expected. But he does not tolerate traitors, those who break their oaths and own personal codes for the sake of petty gains and advantages, such men and women being the few things that can anger him quickly.

Biography: Born barely a year after his older brother, the now Lord of the Sutomu family, Yagiri Sutomu was raised far differently, his mother having much more influence while his father focused more on raising his first born, and immediate heir, to the family holdings. Learning of the power of knowledge and books from his mother, and family retainers teaching him the art of the blade, Yagiri learned to view things far differently and, in many ways, more tactfully and diplomatically than his colder, harsher brother would in many circumstances. Indeed, even as he acted as the voice of reason that got ignored, he continued to do so, acting from the background even before his brother took over as Lord of the Sutomu family, making sure things worked in his brother's favor.

After their father died and his brother took over as the Lord Sutomu. Yagiri would find himself being the diplomatic option, when his brother begrudgingly agreed to at least humor his brother's wishes and plans. And more often than not they worked, and it became common knowledge that, whenever Yagiri Sutomu arrived anywhere to talk, he was trying to save all parties involved grief and suffering from his brothers much harsher, crueler methods of resolving problems and disagreements. Ironically, such things made him an often welcome sight, since that meant there was time to peacefully and, at least somewhat, painlessly resolve a situation, and could find himself welcome in many places others of his family wouldn't dare tread, or even be welcome in anyhow. So he would spend many days wandering the province on business and quiet soul seeking, easing his mind in regards to his brothers life choices, and what they could mean if things got out of hand, and most importantly, where he would end up standing when those dark days came.

Relationship:
-Lord Sutomu: Yagiri's own flesh and blood brother, the two do not often see eye to eye anymore, even if Yagiri has remained loyal to his family and brother. Often times, the extremes that his brother wishes to go to are far beyond what are necessary to accomplish the task at hand, and he often advises moderation and caution, even as his brother overruled the, by all technicalities, younger brother's warnings and advice, sending him to accomplish tasks and goals in his own manner. But, despite the tense and often curt interactions between the two, Yagiri still cares for and is concerned for his brother and his choices, sometimes keeping Lord Sutomu on his own personal code from the background, trying to ensure his brother succeeds in his life goals, despite their disagreement on such things and differing paths in life.

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Name: Hideaki Shouta
Faction: Kabuki-Mono
Position/Profession: Ronin
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Items:
-Yumi: Hideaki's weapon of choice is his Yumi, patterned after the well known Hama Yumi, the Evil Destroying Bow, of legend. Whether the weapon could actually accomplish the same as the real thing or not, is unknown, but the ronin's talent with the bow is nothing to be disputed. Accurate, well made, and well kept, the Yumi has served Hideaki well throughout the years, regardless of appearances and rumors of the weapon that the bow mimics.

-Katana: Nothing fancy or unique about this blade, it is a weapon of good quality, nothing exceptionally good or bad about its design, it is a reliable fallback weapon for Hideaki should a foe get too close for him to utilize his Yumi effectively.

Abilities:
-Kyujutsu: The Art of Archery, Hideaki is a dedicated archer, capable of utilizing his Yumi from both horseback and on foot, having spent quite a few years picking off foes within the heat of battle, from crowded city sieges to open fields of war, a well placed arrow from a talented archer can make all the difference in the outcome of a battle.

Hideaki has trained himself for endurance, for both the ability to march and walk long distances without pause or rest, fire many arrows during a single battle without rest, or engage in battle with a closing foe when his Yumi is no longer a safe or viable option in the field of battle. While he is not as strong, fast, or durable as others, he can often outlast them in many physical engagements of training and true military situations. Beyond his skill with a Yumi, though, nothing really stands out for this warrior to be really noted for.

Personality: Hideaki is proud of his skill with a bow, often times taking up bets and wagers on what he can and cannot hit, proving himself where others would fail. He is not a fool, however, and knows when to not take a wager, especially ones that seem dishonest. Indeed, while he is not necessarily the smartest man in the province, he has a intuition that has gotten him through tight battles and narrowly avoiding sometimes lethal engagements that less fortunate, or intuitive, warriors walked into without thinking about it. It was this that drove him into the occupation he is in now, a wandering ronin that sells his talents to the highest bidder.

Biography: Born without a notable name or family lineage to rely on for status or training, many would assume Hideaki would just be another servant of the higher classes, but it was not to be. He managed to find one who would teach him and provide him a way into the Samurai class, the warriors and those that stood proud in the streets, untouchable by almost all others. Hideaki trained hard and worked harder, showing a natural talent with the Yumi, and focused his early studies on that weapon, though he can use other weapons, he prefers the Yumi over all others, and that was the weapon he used to go forge his name under the servitude of minor lords.

The events that transpired those months led to the fall of the keep, leaving only a handful of survivors. Hideaki was one of them, and refused to simply take his life to restore his honor, choosing the path of a Ronin instead, walking away from the stricter sense of honor and the requirements to maintain such a status within the society of Feudal Japan. Wandering the nation, he did whatever work required an archer for, from defending a position from bandits, to hunting down said bandits and preventing any of them from escaping, he joined up with a band of Ronin after awhile, a group that intended to take a province for themselves, which Hideaki was more than comfortable with the situation, and stood by it as well as any could expect.
Relationship:

A Broken Sword, Cry the Raven, Death is the end (A Sengoku Jidai Era Samurai RP)

Hmm, seems interesting, count me in.

Death Watch

Character Name: Danial Fortisque
Player Name: Eisenhorn
Chapter: Imperial Fists
Past event: Forlorn Hope
Chapter Demeanor: Sons of Dorn
Personal Demeanor: Hot Blooded
Specialty: Devastator
Rank: 1
Power armour history:
Trophies of Battle (+5 BS Versus Tau)
Undefeated (+10 Versus Pinning and Fear, -1 Cohesion, any retreat reduces +10 bonus by 1 Permanently)
Iron Gauntlets (+10 BS, +5 FEL with Imperium of Man)

Appearance

WS: 36
BS: 50 + 5 = 55
S: 44
T: 40
AG: 37
INT: 34
PER: 38
WP: 37
FEL: 38

Skills: Awareness, Ciphers (Chapter Runes, Xenos Markings), Climb, Dodge, Common Lore (Adeptus Astartes, Deathwatch, Imperium, Tech, War), Concealment, Drive (Ground Vehicles), Forbidden lore (Xenos), Intimidate, Literacy, Navigation (Surface), Scholastic Lore (Codex Astartes), Silent Move, Speak Language (High Gothic, Low Gothic), Tactics (Defensive Doctrines), Tracking.

Talents/Traits: Ambidextrous, Astartes Weapon Training, Bulging Biceps, Heightened Senses (Hearing, Sight), Killing Strike, Nerves of Steel, Quick Draw, Resistance (Psychic Powers), True Grit, Unarmed Master, Unnatural Strength (x2), Unnatural Toughness (x2), Mighty Shot (500 XP)

Gear: Mk.4 Maximus Astartes Power Armour, Astartes heavy bolter with backpack ammo supply, Astartes bolt pistol, Astartes Targeter, 3 Astartes frag grenades, 3 Astartes krak grenades, Astartes combat knife, Repair Cement

Wounds: 23

Psychic Powers: N/A

Insanity: 0

Fate Points: 3

Corruption: 0

Rank: 1
EXP: 300XP /1000XP (+5 BS (200 XP), MIghty Shot (500 XP))
Renown: 0

The Dark Gods Servants

Alexander Atreides wasted no time in tailing the Warpsmith into the tunnels, noting their rather unkind layout. Multiple offshoots, all of which would rather easily be an ambush if one did not tread with care. Such a thing he did not expect the others to even remotely begin to be able to approach with any sort of dignity or success. So he moved around the slow moving, lumbering mess of bionics and flesh to move ahead, rifle at the ready in case he indeed found any sort of trouble, and what happened he did not quite expect to happen again in his personal experiences. It was always a strange thing when two forces slip past one another, without ever being aware of the other, a strange thing he would rather not have had happen again in his lifetime.

The Warpsmith, for lack of better terminology, was getting his bionic arse handed to him. Fancy warp powers and bionics didn't seem to help much, now did they? Atreides would keep his rifle and skill over all that fancy tech and sorcery, thank you very much. Raising his rifle, he took careful aim and put his first shot in the skull of the nearest of the two Skitarii forces, which hit and looked like it did damage, but for all it mattered, Atreides couldn't see much damage having been done from the shot. Stubborn, durable creatures they seemed to be, and his second round caught the same Skitarii in the arm, and now they finally deigned to realize he was indeed firing on them from his vantage position. Not like they could really do much, they were engaged in melee by other foes, which provided them no cover.

The one Skitarii fell to the ground, finally dead, and Atreides turned to fire on the other one, round also finding its mark and hitting the skitarii cleanly as well, causing damage and creating an opening that allowed the servitor to finally bring the final one down. The Warpsmith had nearly died, which was a shame, since he had to share the loot from the dead Skitarii now. So that made it a three way split instead of a two way one, as he reloaded his rifle and stored the empty magazine for later reloading, he stalked over to the corpse, listening and simply nodding his agreement with moving the bodies for later. The eyes looked useful, but beyond that and a combi tool he snagged, there was little that did the sniper any good to try and lay claim to personally.

The Dark Gods Servants

Alexander Atreides silently picked his way through the rubble of the crumbled and ruined Imperial defenses, the Warpsmith having more than broken their wills, while the officer's death had only hastened such things. He had indeed picked up on the message that the Traitor Marine had broadcasted, since his own suit's built in vox was perfectly functioning and operational, and noted some of the equipment he had set aside. He walked over to the equipment, noting several grav chutes and claimed one for himself, rigging it on under his cloak for now, it wouldn't be doing him much good until he needed to get somewhere fast, the expressway down type of fast. A useful piece of tech, really, and one that he figured it wouldn't hurt to have. Better in his hands than those of some fool or a Stormtrooper, for that matter. But, the remaining chutes were of no concern to him now, as he turned and followed after the Traitor Marine, opting to draw his laspistol for these corridors, instead of potentially wasting his rifle ammo on worthless foes.

Sure enough, they found fleeing arsmen and rates, which the Marine wasted no time laying into with his knife, carving them apart and charging through them. Alexander kept to the shadows, only picking off those that seemed to try and organize their peers, or had a real means of harming or, in his case, viably discovering him. Of course the slaughter was quick, easy, and over as fast. Which was not much of a shame, this kind of clean up fighting had no real interest for a hunter, he preferred foes that strutted about all high and mighty, full of themselves. They made right proper kills, and were worth the figurative notch on his rifle. But these fools were not, dying en masse to the knife and laspistol, when the latter needed to be used, while the former cleaned up rather nicely, and saved ammo for both of them. Good, that suited the renegade just fine, more rounds for real targets then.

Alexander examined his surroundings again as he entered the medical wing behind the Marine, as he spoke and worked on turning the fool imperial to Tzeentch. More power to them, the renegade figured, might make their jobs easier or harder, depending on what that Lord of Lies considered doing. But that was the Marine's business, and while the renegade did consider having these wounded executed, he had not the means or time to do so, so he left them to be dealt with by the oncoming Chaos horde. Probaby would have begged him to shoot them, if they knew what was storming this ship as the medical personnel worked to save their lives. Alexander readied his rifle rather than his pistol, following a bit behind the Marine, flitting from shadow to shadow, determined to avoid detection and get the drop on whatever fools they were coming after, even if the Marine blew it. Oh well, he would live regardless of his fate, so with that thought, he tailed the Warpsmith, scanning his surroundings constantly, rifle at the ready and wired, expecting something to go wrong at the drop of a dime right now.

The Dark Gods Servants

Alexander Atreides had kept to the shadows, lurking and watching as the crush of battle was met between the forces of Chaos and the Imperial forces, watching them clash and the key figures on both sides engaging in their actions, the Imperial forces routing even as their leadership tried to rally them. He smirked under his helmet, Reaver Long Rifle cradled in his arms as he scanned the fighting from his hidden firing position, having been watching for any special targets worth picking off. As the fighting swung around, he spotted an officer rallying the Imperials into falling back towards defensive position, and well, that would simply not do at all. Not one bit, the renegade sniper decided, he would have to do something about this man right now, regardless of the plans others in the fighting had for the man.

Alexander calmly raised his rifle, settling his sights on the officer rallying the enemy forces and zeroing in the scope, the scope settling on target, and with a trigger squeeze, the rifle whispered rather than bark, silencer muffling the shot as it was discharged and sent hurtling right towards the Imperial officer. The poor sod didn't even have a chance to react or move, the round slamming clean into his neck and slaying the man without a chance to react, sending him hurtling to the ground, utterly dead before he even had a chance to land, and the renegade sniper smirked under his helmet, keeping low and not moving from his position, looking for the next target in the enemy forces, looking for another high value target that would further destabilize the enemy lines and actions, so their numbers would not do them any good in the fight. Cut off the head, and the beast will die, it was simple as that.