Eisenhorn

Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

Stukov nodded as Smiles mentioned that she was fine, keeping a calm face on despite the fact he was bothered by that energy wave that had been emitted from somewhere. It had triggered a gut reaction that typically only happened when something was about to go very, very wrong in the span of an equally short amount of time. Before he could respond to her, though, she had gone to speak with the Inquisitor while the armsman pondered what he typically had encountered whenever he got that gut instinct. Daemons, mostly, and the Dark Eldar had triggered it too. Effectively anything most sane men would have considered well above what they can typically handle. Well, Stukov was not one for letting pesky things like 'out of his league' ever have prevented him from doing the Emperor's work before, and all he caught was Sis going on with more threats towards Smiles. Well, that was getting old fast. Stukov may have a serious problem with the Warp and its powers, sure, but that was not something he typically held against the ones who were 'blessed' with such things. Not like they chose to have that damned curse laid on their shoulders.

"Look, can we stop with the threats for five Emperor damned minutes? Not even thinly veiled at that. All I know is that there is big trouble lurking out there, call it gut instinct, and the bigger the guns we have access to, the better off we'll be. Shooting each other won't do a damn thing but make us less able to stand against this threat, whatever in the accursed Warp it is. So if we could put off infighting until after we are done with this mission, that would be good." Stukov, to illustrate this, didn't go obviously bracing his weapon against his shoulder or making it a point of fiddling with the safety mechanism just to make a dramatic point. Sure, he didn't like Sis anymore than most folks tended to get along with Sisters of Battle, but he could at least play nice on the job. No sense getting everyone killed and letting the warp consume some damned planet over a petty internal squabble. He would admit it was typically that, far as he had seen, and wouldn't call it anything else until it became more then that.

You are sitting in the back of a cop car with the avatar above... (Game)

Hmm, talking rock formation, fire, a devilish face....HERESY!

Fire Emblem: Dragon's Gate

This is most excellent, most excellent indeed.

Fire Emblem: Dragon's Gate

Name: Calev Shaeld

Race: Beorc

Age: 34

Appearance:


Class:
- Hoplite -
A well rounded defender that wields a lance and their ever present shield to prove themselves as some of the hardiest troops on the field, these foot soldiers truly shine when they are backed up by, and fight alongside, allies.

Proficient In: Lance

Features:
- Defensive Formation -
Gains an additional rank in Constitution, and performs increasingly better when working alongside brothers and sisters in arms, losing offensive power and movement points while gaining in defensive power and resistances when working alongside allies.

Stats

Strength - C
Agility - C
Constitution - C
Mentality - C
Skill - C

Inventory: Iron Lance

Personality:
Calev Shaeld is a humble man, and would never dare brag nor boast about his skill or talent, but operates with a focused clarity of mind on one goal. Improving himself, physically and mentally. From improving his lance techniques to studying the tactics and methods of heroes, and villains, long past, the man spends almost every waking moment bettering himself and preparing for the next test of his skills, or proving himself once more. He tends to see people for who they are, regardless of rumor and opinion, and will accept the aid of just about any man or woman, of any race or creed. Anyone can make themselves better, and he would be the last man to ever try and stop them and has even offered to others, in the past, to give a hand in training and preparation in whatever their next endeavor might be. Just so long as it does not prevent him from bettering himself somehow.

Biography:
Calev Shaeld knows not who his parents were, nor would it really matter to the man if you would ask him of the matter today. It is an old, well healed wound, being an orphan with no idea who one's parent are, and not something he tends to discuss, nor enjoys doing so. As long as he could remember he has been either attending other soldiers, or acting as one himself, and was part of a company of mercenaries that specialized in taking a piece of land no one else could, and not letting anyone have it unless they were willing to pay dearly in blood. Knights and other Hoplites, the mercenary company being one of the few who used such men trained as such, made up their rank and file. The company master was led by a disgraced General who still aimed to prove himself and expected the absolute best out of every man and woman within the company. The infantry company had a nick name they were proud of, the Iron Brigade, and even their youngest and rawest recruits took pride in the name, alongside the fact the company had a tendency to stand against dictators and mad kings, its long history full of battles where they would nearly be wiped out holding the line to save one last village, one more important person, or that last vital supply caravan. Calev Shaeld would spend his life in the ranks of the mercenary company, working up the ranks and skill from being the attendant of a knight and bearing the crimson battle standard of the Iron Brigade to holding his own in the battle lines, shoulder to shoulder in a defensive position or taking an impossible position. The Iron Brigade would deliver, and until detached, Calev Shaeld would deliver right alongside of them. The Iron Brigade, as soon as word spread of the mad attacks in search of the Fire Emblem, the General ordered the march, they would park themselves in the path of the greatest military in the world and buy the poor sods they found themselves protecting as long as possible to escape or complete their task.

Additional Info: Calev is the most likely to overly strain his limits working too hard at a task.

You are sitting in the back of a cop car with the avatar above... (Game)

While I wont question why a Warden is back here with us, I have to wonder why they let you keep your armor.

Fire Emblem: Binding Light

Farewell Windel, my best wishes in whatever you get yourself involved with in the future.

Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

Stukov was not surprised about the fact that the servo skull failed to respond to him, those type of things typically seemed to be voice locked. Not surprising, all things considered, if they weren't locked out to the voice then one could have their own tools turned on them by one suitably smart hostile later. Rewatching the vid recording, he noted the Inquisitor arriving and speaking up from behind them, not having announced his presence at all as he issued plans to move out and get this show on the road again. Good, the armsman decided, they needed to get this sorted out. Sooner they got this mess resolved, the better off the planet would be. And the sooner that happened, sooner they could be back in the cold comfort of the void. Which probably wouldn't sit well with most of the others, granted, but Stukov much preferred the void and their voidcraft over having his boots on the ground. That typically had never ended well for him, so that was that. Beyond this, however, he checked his rifle as he noticed Smiles freezing up, and Boss looked over to get her attention. Slinging his double checked rifle, how many times he had done that now was lost to him, he leaned on the back of the couch, overlooking things and cocking an eyebrow at all parties involved.

He felt a sense of forboding, an unpleasant sensation that was well and completely beyond what he normally noticed. Same thing had preempted his descent after the fleet records, and encountered Dark Eldar, and when his ship crashed and the survivors and him were fighting for their lives. It had been years since he had felt that dread, but he covered his physical response up by focusing elsewhere, he would address his own sense of dread once he was off by himself, when it was possible to do that now at any rate. "What got your attention this time, Smiles? Looks like someone went and grabbed you out of the void, just like that."

Fire Emblem: Dragon's Gate Interest Check

Most excellent @Corporal Lance, appreciate that.

You are sitting in the back of a cop car with the avatar above... (Game)

And now I do believe I am being shot at by what appears to be a hamster. How he managed to get that in the back of the car is beyond me, or even operate said weapon.

Fire Emblem: Binding Light

@Apollosarcher My condolences on that, here's to a quick resolution of it, yea?