Eisenhorn

A Time Of Turmoil: A Fire Emblem-esque RP

Took longer than I intended, but its said and done now, and thus, much rejoicing was had (By me at least). Yaaaay. Blasted Appearances take me longer than the rest of a CS combined, I swear.

CS

Appearance

Name: Ansgar Staudinger

Sex: Male

Class: Tactician

Special Abilities:
Clear Mind (Passive)
Siege Expert (Passive)
Blessed (Passive)
Summon (Active)

Equipment:
Levin Sword
Arcthunder

History:
Born within the kingdom of Ereb, one of the member kingdoms within the Concilium, Ansgar came from a family of soldiers within the nation itself. Whether they wielded the sword and marched for little more than coin, or were bloodthirsty killers seeking to slake their desires, effectively a Staudinger could have seen any real reason for fighting within their lineage. They were not heroes, nor were they readily known outside the family itself, but they were a proud lot and every child was expected to carry on their traditions. What they were not familiar with was the use of Tomes, of magic, to wage war. The first born of the latest generation, Ansgar, not only showed a capability for the use of tomes, but a talent for it alongside a level head that tended to sit back and view a situation from afar before engaging. Considering both his parents were the type to go roaring into battle with little heed for such things, there was a great deal of friction between parents and first son. Not because he refused to fight, not at all, but more because of how he chose to fight.

Growing up, Ansgar would spend more time raised by a retired Sage of the town, a man versed in both tomes and staves, for his training in regards to the realms of magic. He would find himself with a natural preference for Thunder tomes, the sudden, blisteringly fast strike and low amount of time for reaction towards it. Agreeing to the boy's wishes, he would furnish him with tomes to practice with in return for chores and aiding the Sage in tasks he was too old and frail to engage in anymore. Meanwhile, he would continue learning the art of the sword from his uncle, splitting his attention, in regards to the required training to keep his family appeased, between swords and tomes, something most professions that anyone in the town knew about did not combine. However, his mentor in magic showed him historical documents about a rare breed of soldier, men and women who practiced tactics and battlefield support for other troops, those that wielded both swords and tomes to cover the weaknesses of their peers. The Tacticians, a group that Ansgar was instantly set on following in the footsteps of.

As soon as he came of age, Ansgar was expected by his family to join the Ereb military as a mercenary, due to his training with the sword. Yet, he defied them one last time, walking out of the town with little more than a handful of gold from his mentor and truest friend, two names, and a goal in mind. The capital city of Ereb still had practicing tacticians, according to the Sage, and the name would get him in the door of the academy. Sure enough, despite many close calls with bandits and ne'er do wells, he would reach the capital and gain access into the Tactician's Academy of Ereb. He would spend quite a few years within its halls, brushing up on historical and military stratagems and making up for lost time that had over equipped him in single combat against foes. But, say what you would about Ansgar, he was more driven and stubborn than many who passed through the halls. Many nights, he would have to be forcibly dragged out of the library, just so they could close up and take care of the nightly cleaning and upkeep the place required. He would graduate from the Academy within several years, leaving to serve with Ereb not as a mercenary, but as a freshly minted Tactician. His training and the preparations to leave delayed him, so his original assignment had to be altered, instead being dispatched to investigate rumors of trouble between Dwarves and bandits. However, due to his late dispatch, things would certainly not turn out how he was expecting them to!

Personality:

Crit Quotes (Because reasons)

"Cry HAVOC!"
"I think we're done here!"
"Time for a shocking turn."
"Lightning does strike twice."

A Time Of Turmoil: A Fire Emblem-esque RP

@Eisenhorn

Ah, welcome friend! As for what happened in IC so far...

• The characters all go to Dragonrage Pass to meet with their new leader - Prince Jarde - as it is their new team
• There is a meeting between the Dwarves and the League of Arcadia
• The meeting tent went up in flames and the dwarves claimed that the humans betrayed them and the humans blamed that the dwarves betrayed them - it is unsure what exactly happened
• The group was caught in between and had to flee
• Prince Jarde and Merilia has been injured
• They are now inside the forest to rest

@Polaris North

You are a scholar and a saint, Polaris, you have my thanks! I should have the CS done shortly then, as soon as the greatest bane of any character of mine is overcome. The appearance...

A Time Of Turmoil: A Fire Emblem-esque RP

Well, Fire Emblem is something I am rather addicted to, so I can certainly draw up a CS, and be happy to do so. I can also either read through the IC, get a cliff notes version of the happenings, or just, through IC interactions, figure things out. Whatever floats ya'lls boats, as they say.

Tasvorsic: The Grand Trials.

Well, got him knocked out finally, figured we seemed to be lacking roguish figures thus far.

Name:
Ansgar Staudinger

Gender:
Male

Age:
41

Appearance:

Picture

Personality:
Ansgar is not one to keep his mouth shut, though not in the way that a braggart or fool might chatter on well past their welcome. Rather, his conversation is usually comments and remarks as much as it is useful information, though the truth of such information is often times dubious at best. Warm and amiable in tone, he often creates this air of trustworthiness in his tone, subtly welcoming the idea of trust in the words of a trickster. However, lies and deceit come as naturally as breathing and sleeping, and he has no qualms deceiving and undercutting allies for his own benefit, should the situation dictate. He certainly won't outright betray a partner, should they afford him the same respect, but earning an extra profit on the side? That is certainly never out of the question, whether his current company approves or not.

Equipment:
Ansgar carries a twin set of decks, commonly recognized by those of his homeland as the two accepted decks of Tarot, the Major and Minor Arcana. Both decks play a very key role in how he utilizes his less than natural powers, mainly his illusion and, to a degree, spatial magics, though he hardly refers to them as such. Beyond this, Ansgar carries several loaded dice, alongside a small, locked journal that requires a cantrip from its owner to open at all. For defense, he has a hand crossbow with quite a few bolts alongside a larger dirk, usually strapped to his leg for ease of access. His gloves are reinforced with iron studs for a shockingly harsh blow, while he wears a lightweight breastplate under his tunic for last ditch defense against slashing attacks.

Abilities:

Illusionary Deception: Referred to as the Lady's Gambit among the guild practitioners, the school of magic utilizes the Minor Arcana to perform various feats of illusion magic, throwing phantom copies of the drawn card to act in various ways. Each suit dictates the effects that the Gambit accomplishes, while the number determines how taxing it is upon the user, the higher the number, the less taxing the magic is upon the caster. Befitting the trickster rogues and thieves that practice the art, the Minor Arcana is often rigged in advance, stacked in the favor of the rogue, often times drawing a 'random' card that helps in a given situation, yet chance is still a problem for the art, keeping its name as a gambit. Each suit, as mentioned, performs a different function for the trickster, listed as follows.

- Wands -
Typically provides an anchor for spatial manipulation, most commonly, the Wand suit is most the second most commonly utilized suit among the four, acting as a grounding agent for manipulation alongside other suits, can be used to project the effects of other suits and, in theory, the Major Arcana towards the card in question. The higher the number of the suit, while it reduces how taxing utilizing the anchor is, does not reduce how taxing the card being used might be. For example, a ten of wands would not reduce the strain of a three of cups, rather, most of the tricksters energy and focus for the given trick could go into the three of cups vice having to strain themselves with both utilizing the ten of wands and three of cups.

- Pentacles -
The Pentacle Suit operates on boundaries and the enforcement and manipulation of such, drawing up illusory walls and misdirection to either attract attention, or divert it. Not only does the number of the suit matter for reduced strain, the effectiveness and cooperation of the illusion also taxes the trickster, the higher the number, the less taxing for more effect is found. For example, used on its on, a five of pentacles could provide a believable doppleganger a few feet away from the trickster, as long as the observer is not too close or unusually receptive of the signs of life in a victim. Coupled with a Wand, one could conjur a mirror image running towards a location, or a diverting event, such as loud noise or bright light, to provide an opening for a cornered trickster.

- Chalices -
The third suit of the Minor Arcana of Ansgar's guild, the Chalice is used to prepare two items for switched locations, taking the contents of one item and swapping it with another, as an example. As such, one has to draw either a wand and chalice, or two chalice cards to effect the spell proper, though mixing other suits can have various effects, not all intended. As such, placing a wand upon an item or foe and then drawing a chalice could allow a Trickster to swap places, drag part of whatever the wand is attached to and trade positions with the chalice card, or otherwise swap something of the two given cards positions or holders. The most taxing of the four suits to use, often times, tricksters rely on drawing high suit Chalices to take burden off their spell, though it still is taxing by most standards.

- Swords -
The most common of the four suits to see use, the suit of swords allows a trickster to imbue the card with the offensive properties of one of their weapons, then either hide the card as a trap, or throw it for a surprise ranged attack. The number of the suit not only defines its cost, but how strong the copy of the original weapon's damaging properties is. A two of swords would be weaker, but in a rare switch of states, less taxing than a king of swords. A six of swords is often described as equivalent to the weapon it mimics, though the trickster must either be deeply familiar or in possession of the weapon in question for the sword suit to mimic its effects.

Spatial Manipulation:
Called the Lady's Bluff amongst the Guild, Ansgar and tricksters like him utilize it in conjunction with the wands suit previously described to appear to teleport. Without the Minor Arcana, tricksters could only shift a few feet in a given direction at a time, enough to maybe evade a blow, but not enough to reposition effectively to counter said blow. With the wands and chalices suits from those normally used with the Illusionary Deception, a trickster typically can shift themselves as far as they can throw said card, though their momentum is preserved including direction, which can both benefit and harm as shifting position at full speed, and slamming into a wall full speed, would be harmful indeed. Beyond this, understanding of spaces and dimensions comes with studying for such short hops, making such things easier to understand, and allows any sort of utilization of the Chalices suit within the Minor Arcana at all.

The Major Arcana:
Twenty Two Cards, each with a unique effect bound to them, and no matter how much shuffling or stacking of the deck Ansgar might do before, he never can predict what he would draw. Which means he has only ever utilized the deck in a serious situation once, and only once more outside of that, and as such has to figure out what each card might do as he draws them. The most obvious downside of this is that, beyond the unknown involved, manifesting the effect of any given Major Arcana would greatly tax Ansgar, to the point that he would be barely able to utilize his other magics for a decent time while he recovers his energy, and no amount of restorative tools could counteract this down time. Knowing only what two of them do, Ansgar refuses to use the Major Arcana outside the most dire of situations, though what the two do are noted in his journal as follows.

- The Tower XVI -
"It was a desperate day, the governor's guards had me and my task mate cornered in some gods forsaken farm house. We both had our minor Arcana's, but he was spent already, and I was not much farther behind. If he had survived, he would have reported the Major Arcana I drew from to the Guild right off. When I drew the Tower, I damn near blacked out. Far as I could tell, it swapped the locks of every single thing that had one in the entire building. Any door that had been locked, was unlocked, and vice versa. Left him trapped, but I was able to get out of a trap door that had been padlocked beyond our ability to open. Poor bastard probably suffered quite a bit before they put him out of his misery."

- The Fool 0 -
"Name was fitting, considering curiosity drove me to draw from Major Arcana again. Yet, felt no drain or pull on me when I pulled it, yet I felt this fleeting sense of foreboding, like something was in the works now, wheels of fate spinning madly when before, they merely were turning as usual. Hope I never see that bizarre card again, the jester looked like he was laughing madly at whoever was holding it..." It should be noted that, shortly after drawing the Fool, Ansgar would vanish from his world completely, noted as missing by the Guild and completely undetectable or reachable by any normal means used to track or confirm the deaths of those withing the Guild that simply vanished.

Strengths:
Ansgar has a knack for manipulating odds and things that are normally considered the domain of fortune, such as drawing cards and things that should be outside of his grasp to control to any degree. Whether its as benign as stacking a deck or loading dice, or as involved as rigging an area prior to a fight, just to draw the enemy into it for a home field advantage, Ansgar never fights fair. As a fighter, he is quick, dirty, and experienced with his knife and crossbow alike. Fittingly for a rogue, his ability to move fast and quiet is often second to none, while merging his trickster magic with his normal methods comes naturally, as he had grown up with doing such things.

Weaknesses:
Ansgar is not a durable man, and while he is made of sterner stuff than a mage might be, he certainly pales in comparison to a proper mage. Fittingly, due to his use of chance in his magic, sometimes he wont quite draw what he needs, forcing him to improvise or throw away a spell, taxing him to a degree for wasting the spell for nothing. He also rarely will win a straight up, no nonsense fight with a warrior or mythical beast, either having to evade and rely on tricks, traps, smoke and mirrors to prevail, or survive long enough to actually be able to win the day through outlasting a foe. Without the Minor Arcana, focusing his illusionary magics and even spatial manipulations is incredibly difficult, allowing only brief shifts and basic illusions at best.

The practice trial:
Ansgar strolled into the arena, having had little time to acclimate this far to the abrupt shift in location, having went to sleep in the guildhall he was hiding out in after the near capture on his last job, only to find himself awake in someplace completely foreign, being shuffled off against his will for some trial or another. But, hands resting in his jacket pockets, he quickly analyzed the situation. Big lizard, dragon if his mythology was on point, and it certainly looked angry. Dragons were not something of a thing commonly seen outside fairy tales from his home, but as commonplace as trickery and godly divinations were, something like an overgrown lizard with a serious case of bad breath that could burn your nostril hairs, literally, wasn't terribly out of the question. The thing hadn't made a mad rush for him yet, as he stood squared off with it and weighed his options. First one, kill the dragon. Well, he was no warrior to begin with, nor was he even an assassin by any right. And he doubted a crossbow bolt would do much more than anger it, so unlikely there. Two, steal its egg. Probably his best option, he was a thief by employment after all, stealing things from under the noses of others was certainly a job requirement. Three was survive for an hour. Simple, but he doubted that merely evading a dragon for an hour was all they had in store. "Well big green, suppose we have an hour to play, don't we? Let us dance then, overgrown lizard."

A feint, fleeting smile as he withdrew his hands from his jacket, palming two cards from his Minor Arcana. The dragon roared and lunged forward, jaws snapping forward as Ansgar's palm flicked to the right, a faint copy of a card flying out of his hand and, mere moments before the jaws snapped down on the trickster, he vanished into nothingness, causing the dragon to snap its fangs down on nothing but air with a rather loud noise. About a dozen feet to its right stood Ansgar, having palmed a six of wands and five of chalices. Warping himself with the air present where he threw the wand card was a common trick for avoiding such massive attacks or pursuers. Drawing his hand crossbow, and firing off a shot to get the dragon's attention, he watched as the bolt failed to do more than irritate the beast, scales readily protecting it from the weapon. Unsurprising, really, as he secreted the hand bow back under his coat, not bothering with his dirk yet. The dragon turned, opening its jaw and the heat of fire was apparent. Ansgar dove sideways, barely avoiding the blast of fire that incinerated the spot he was standing not a few moments prior, hitting the ground with a roll, dancing onto his feet with a practiced motion, hand appearing to flail towards the egg in a wild motion that, to a casual observer, might appear to be a side effect of the desperate roll. The heat had him sweating, but he was unharmed otherwise, a small miracle indeed.

The dragon seemed displeased, as Ansgar might put it, the thing lashing out with its claw, forcing him to roll forward, pulling his dirk and slashing upwards against where the tendons should have been for its clawed forearm. And indeed, it would have hamstrung the beast if he had something capable of punching through its hide with a slash. Well, that was going to be a problem, Ansgar frowned, dancing back from a retaliatory strike with its tail, having to dive over the spinning motion the dragon's tail had. Time had been going rather fast, and a second growling was the only warning Ansgar had that trouble had arrived. Spinning low, he narrowly avoided the gnashing teeth of a smaller, white dragon, easily the size of a bigger horse, and a swift upwards punch kept the thing moving just long enough to not land on him. It landed rather deftly, spinning around to meet a flashing card, a keen eye catching that the card was a seven of swords, slicing into the small white dragon's eye, rupturing it and half blinding the beast, eliciting a pained, angry roar that was matched by the green dragon. "Now don't go getting mad, ol' whitescale. You're the one who jumped me from behind, I'm just defending myself!"

One might call Ansgar's grin at the dragon half mad, and his hand slipped into his jacket, while the white dragon and green one had him backed against a wall. He had time for one card, and as he drew, he glanced at the suit, his grin only growing as he flashed the card at the two dragons, regardless of whether they understood or not. A fist grasping a wand, known as the Ace of Wands, and with a deft motion, he sent the ace hurtling into the pod. The dragon's saw the card fly, turning their gaze back to the trickster who's grin had turned sly instead of anything else, his fingers primed to snap. "First rule of a game, boys. Never take your eyes off the dealer." Snapping his fingers, the ace of wands allowed him enough energy to be able to move the dragon's egg that he had tagged near the very beginning of the trial in the arena. A careful, sharp eyed observer would have noted that a certain flailing motion was nothing more than sleight of hand, tagging the egg of the Dragon with a two of chalices. It would have taken a high suit wand to move the egg with such a low chalice, but fortune favored him. With the egg suddenly in the pod, it sealed and closed, and before the dragons could lunge forward and exact their revenge on the trickery and wounding insult, Ansgar vanished, teleported away just like that.

"Well now, whatever the reason, this just might be interesting enough to see through..." The trickster mused to himself in the darkness, awaiting whatever was to come next, shuffling his Minor Arcana deck, knowing each card that passed through his hands by feel alone.

Tasvorsic: The Grand Trials.

I am most certainly interested in this, I'll get to work on a CS then, shall I?

Star Wars : Rathos' Legacy

Name:
Jericho Cross

Age:
31

Appearance:


Race:
Human

Role:
Pilot/Smuggler/Rogue Extraordinaire

Bio:
Jericho was born of one of the subservient houses of the Tapani system, a minor nobleman at best. Such things did not sit well with the youth, especially considering the proud soldiering tradition that his family demonstrated whenever the Tapani military needed manpower. However, one manner he found to win status against others was dueling, specifically with the saberfoil, as much a symbol of the system as anything else. He proved effective against other saber rakes, though he did lose his left arm and found that explaining his dueling habits to his father was harder than expected. No matter he was fighting these duels for the sake of his family, the fact he was doing it at all apparently left a sour taste in the old man's mouth, so much so he had two options as he approached his sixteenth birthday. Continue dueling, and forsake his family, or fall back in line and hang up his foil. Overtly, Jericho bowed his head to his father's wishes and, for his birthday, received a modified L19 Freighter, with already boosted hyperdrive and engines. Within a few weeks, Jericho was gone, saberfoil and his father's T-6 Heavy Blaster Pistol were gone as well.

The issue that had forced Jericho's hand, though a story he doesn't share, was the death of the Governor's daughter, a fellow saber rake and 'friendly' rival of Jericho. She had been the one to cost him an arm and a leg, and in his youthful rage, he had taken grave slight at the fact she had cost him as dearly as she had. She flaunted her supposed skill over the less important house's saber rake, and it made Jericho tempted to call her out for her dishonorable tactics. Rather, he would continue practicing in secret, evading those trying to seek him. Originally, Jericho merely intended to vanish long enough to bring his rival down a few notches. However, when he confronted her, with his newer skill and drive, she refused to yield even after losing an arm to his foil. His hand was forced when she went for her hold out blaster, using his own stolen T-9 to put a massive, gaping hole in her chest. This left Jericho with two options. Run for the stars, or turn himself into the authorities. The choice was rather obvious, really, and off he went, leaving his homeworld and a warrant for his arrest in his wake.

Being a smuggler, Jericho found himself quickly working for seedier, downright dark employers. Whomever needed his services, the runaway noble provided, seemingly not caring what he was asked to move as long as the credits were good enough. Indeed, he was approached by a certain group that would eventually be recognized as a Sith splinter group. They wanted him to transport highly illicit drug for reasons that were not supposed to be shared, something that didn't set well with the smuggler. What he did know was it was highly dependence inducing, and something most people wouldn't dare touch. Hell, he was not the first to be approached, but Jericho took the job. Evading republic forces that ID'd the trade off by other smuggler forces employed, Jericho would find himself in the direct employ of the Sith that required the drug shipment instead of being a one off haul. As such, he would spend much of his time ferrying the Sith and their select few troops around, before either joining them on the ground or providing fire support, whichever was more required of him.

Personality:
Take the brazen bravery of a daredevil and mix it with the cunning of a seasoned hustler and the guile of a quick witted thief, sprinkle in the knowledge of a noble teaching coupled with the school of hard knocks, and you'll have a rough idea of what to expect from Jericho. Of course, merely speaking to him alone won't be enough to get a handle, his noble upbringing giving him a bit of a silver tongue, well spoken and extremely good at hiding his intent with words and posture. Sounding like a noble, dressed like a pirate, and on the run like a smuggler, Jericho is a curious mixture of personas that he wears like masks for one of the holo operas, shifting roles like water shifts its flow down a hill, organic and unassuming, like one would expect such things to be.

Specialization/Skills:
Former Saber Rake; Practicing Still(Melee/Close Quarters Dueling)
Ranged Combat; via Twin Blasters
Electronics and Mechancial Work
Deception and Theft

Equipment:
Saberfoil
Paired DL-18 Blaster Pistols (Hip Holsters)
Single T-6 Heavy Blaster Pistol (Back Holster)
Grapple Gun (Attached to T-6 Heavy Blaster Pistol)
Prosthetic Left Arm and Right Leg

L19 Freighter
Starless Sky
Modifications:
Class 2 Hyperdrive Backup
Class 0.5 Hyperdrive Primary
Doubled Engine Output
Reduced Cargo Capacity (75 Metric Tons)
Reinforced Hull and Deflector Shields
Twin Plasma Torpedo Launchers (Beneath the Forward Blaster Cannons)
Twin Quad Laser Turrets (One mounted on Top, one mounted Bottom)

Warhammer 40k: The Chaos Incursion

Once it was confirmed the Judge was indeed supposed to be here, and only then, did Ansgar lower his hellgun from being centered on the Arbites male. While most wouldn't have expected much when firing on carapace without things like the space marine Bolter or weapons dedicated to punching through armor, the Krieger had personally put such men down, carapace clad and even in power armor, with well placed shots and a bit of blessing from the Emperor. The latter targets, though, usually required sheer volume or well placed shots against the weaker points in the armor, something that was studied and briefed extensively by the survivors of the Krieg born regiment as they continued pressing forward. Every encounter costed men, but rewarded in knowledge in how to fight against such targets. Of course, with the Sister chiming in about how the defenses and Inquisitor herself were adequate in defending themselves and this place, the Krieger started getting this feeling that he wasn't going to get to avoid whatever social or pleasantries that were going to try and be foisted off upon them in the city. Sure enough, he was given a direct order to head into the city with the rest of the group, which was met with the stoicism and utter lack of reaction that the Death Korps so oft displayed.

"Ma'am."

The one word spoke of obediance to the order, as the trooper always would do. Orders were to be given and obeyed, given by the superiors, obeyed by the rank and file. It was a simple equation that somehow was mucked up and ruined by less disciplined forces. The Krieger had been rather quietly hoping that he would not have to attend to this departure for the city, not with the way the group had been interacting already. Considering events on board the main vessel? One should not have blamed him for hoping to avoid further potential for such things. Of course, one of the two main instigators, the one psyker that wasn't quite as overt a pyromancer, rather seemed to manipulate the warp in more irritating and less predictable manners, mentioned arguing with the Sisterhood to be futile. Like he intended to argue with the orders of a superior, and he grabbed his satchel of explosives, slinging it under the power pack for his hellgun and walking out, shooting off a comment towards the psyker as he boarded.

"I don't argue orders, ma'am. I follow them, without need for concussive separation."

Leaving that comment in the air for anyone to remark on, Ansgar strapped into the transport, securing himself and his kit just in case that they would hit turbulent weather. The fact they were flying into a city for a few errands, not into a warzone, meant nothing to the Krieger. Warzones could break out without warning, they tended to, it was rather rude of them really. But such was the realities of war, one was never ready for it. They could merely be as close as possible to being ready, and improvise the rest. Once again, if not for anyone watching him strap him, he might as well be still and unliving, or perhaps a pile of equipment. He hated flying, too little control. Chimeras and other ground transport was better, usually, since they could use vehicle mounted weapons to fight back. Air transport? Typically not so much. Which meant hang on for dear life and pray to the Emperor that, if you didn't make it, you didn't realize you didn't until you were before the Emperor himself for judgement.

BETWEEN TWO SIDES - Star Wars RP

Ansgar nodded slightly towards the Sith as he dispatched orders, and turned, watching the man stride forward whilst snapping out orders, saying the first words since he had arrived in the the system with the rest of the assault force. Which was saying something, all things considered, and his voice was held to a precise, level tone that indicated far greater control than one might expect out of your average Commando. "Sections 2 and 3, left flank. Sections 4 and 5, right flank. Follow orders as given. Section one, you're with me. Prepare the grapple guns." The other four sections, alongside their supporting personnelle departed for the given flanks, moving in support of the Sith while first section joined Ansgar at the wall of the compound. Without jumpjets, Ansgar had no interest in fighting through the temple just to get to the roof, and its AA platform, in a less than timely manner. As such, it was most expeditious to do it this way. First Section was equipped for it, and had a spare set up just in case one of the sith or, in this case, Ansgar chose to utilize them and come along.

With The grapples set up, with a slight motion, the hooks flew upwards, launched from the pseudo mortar tubes that now doubled as anchors for the hooks, the lines lodging into the structure just an inch below the top of the wall. Nothing so overt as hooks landing on the wall, alerting the AA crew to their arrival. Indeed, the few men manning the AA gun, including the Jedi more focused on organizing them and looking for any aerial threats, so while they watched carefully, no one would see the group moving up the wall of the building. After all, being under such intense assault, no one noticed the handful of commandos rappelling up the wall towards their given target. Reaching the top of the wall, Ansgar motioned for another commando to act, the man tossing several stun grenades over the lip of the wall. No equipment damage, but would stun and scatter the defenders on top of the AA position. Sure enough, after several rapid thumps, Ansgar hauled himself up and over the wall, alongside the other commandos of First Section. Indeed, the dozen or so men on the AA position were staggering back from where the grenades went off. Ansgar, seeing the Jedi Knight already igniting his saber, wasted no time in slinging the flamer forward, drawing his side arm and firing a distracting shot. Sure enough, the Knight parried the shot, round fizzing right past the Commando's head. Squeezing the trigger, the internalized preigniter caused a massive spurt of flame to shoot forward.

At the range, not even a Knight would have had time to react. Sure enough, the robbed man went up like kindling, screaming as the fire engulfed him, sticking to his clothings and sending him stumbling backwards, tumbling down the stairs, much the the horrified yells that a defensive position that was at the bottom of the stairs made. Cries to put the man out as several soldiers rushed forward were met with one of Ansgar's grenades, which did plenty of damage and ensured that the Knight was dead and gone. Never underestimate the Jedi that fought back, after all, sabers only needed one good swing to kill a man. Glancing back at First Section, he barked out orders. The men had handily cleaned up the disorientated and scattered troops that had been manning and guarding the AA Gun. "Three men man the AA gun, rest guard them. Prevent interruption of operations. Coordinate with the transport as needed. All targets valid. Exfil upon order via wall lines." With that, Ansgar slung the flamethrower onto his back, before moving down the stairs, T-21 Light Repeating Blaster in hand now instead, listening to the movements and scuffles that were being made by the survivors of the defensive position. Before moving forward, he opened a line directly to Garrern.

"AA Gun secure, proceeding with second objective. Striking from behind enemy lines, expect confusion and disorganization. Confirmed one Knight down." With that, Garrern would likely hear a second thump as the following grenade went off before Ansgar silenced the broadcast part of his comm line, no sense cluttering the line. Swinging around the corner, several steady shots from the T-21 nailed each guard that was still alive. Moving forward, Ansgar would brace before stepping out, swinging the weapon back and forth, looking for trouble. Nothing, seems most of the guards and Jedi were still moving forward to try and repel the assault long enough to survive for reinforcements to arrive. Poor souls didn't realize that they would not survive the nine-zero minutes required for the assault force to withdraw. For now, he would begin sweeping the interior of the building, looking for anything, either enemies, allies, or who he was supposed to find and watch over. Easier said than done, considering he had no clue where to go.

BETWEEN TWO SIDES - Star Wars RP

Ansgar had neither been chatting with other commandos, or one of the other three, nor had he been reminiscing or otherwise lost in thought. Rather, it was equipment checking that occupied his time, or 'fidgeting' with the flamethrower as some might call it. The T-21 currently on his lap as well was a robust piece of weaponry, sturdy and simple. Hell, the commando had, more than once, had to resort to a swift blow with the weapon to preserve his life, one of the others, or complete a mission. And yet it served as fine as ever. However, what many people seemed to identify with him when the group of four was often referenced, was the Oppressor Flamethrower. More complicated, and more delicate, of a weapon platform, it had quite a few advantages for its shortcomings. However, before he could go through the almost ritualistic recheck of his weapon platform, which he had done countless times on the way down, the head of the mission, and their merry band, one Garrern, the telltale shudder of approach speaking volumes alone if the man's return to the staging area had not said enough.

Garrern's arrival down with the rest of the troops signaled it was nearly time to deploy, assuming the shudders had not given that away. The cues were plentiful for a Lorrdian, really, to tell what was going on without being told anything really, but as he had learned in the years of service to the three sith, they would at least tell him what was going on upfront. It had been a breath of fresh air in comparison to the horror stories some of the older commandos had given, where their Sith commanders would keep them in the dark as much as possible to preserve their scheming and plots. Operational Security was one thing, being kept in the dark about something to the point of being unable to properly prepare for a mission? That had gotten good men killed. That key point helped fuel the respect he had for Garrern, Arianna and Maegr, as they had not kept him in the dark, not anymore than they would be kept in the dark at least.

Garrern gave them the nine zero minute time limit for the current mission, and Ansgar pressed a few buttons on his wrist mounted datapad. It was part of his armor, and the brief glow vanished after the command was punched in. Now, on his helmet display, was a stark white 1:20:00, a timer that would countdown and help him track the mission progress during operations. The Lorrdian Commando would not tarry and be late, thus jeopardizing the mission extraction due to the fact that the three others were a fair bit too nice for their own good, and he seriously would not be surprised to find out they risked life and limb to extract him should he fall behind. Comforting, from a personal level, but stupid and risky on a professional one. Ansgar found that happening quite a bit during his service with the three, having to rationalize the professional versus the personal. It was strange, given how much he had heard about Sith commanders, that it would be that way with these three.

With the timer set, Ansgar set about rigging his gear for combat movement. Flamethrower, strapped to his back, with the spare fuel canister in a secure pouch on the small of his back. Unlike some troopers, he took the thing deadly serious, and kept the spare fuel canister from overt harm so he didn't spontaneously combust. Next, sidearm, his heavy blaster pistol, was checked again. Once checks were finished, he holstered the weapon on his hip, right side to facilitate a strong arm draw. He was a right handed shooter by preference, so he would favor his right side when it came to operating weapons platforms. Lastly, his primary weapon, the light repeating blaster, was rechecked for safeties sake. Nothing that he could identify was overtly wrong, and he continued to hold the repeating blaster in his hands, ready to put down suppressing fire with the high powered blaster bolts. Its rate of fire was lower than your average heavy support weapon, but the T-21 was one man portable and had higher powered shots compared to your average support platform. It suffered in rate of fire, but when the given bolt could punch through armor on light vehicles and send most men, even in body armor, sprawling, it was a good trade off. Having fully checked his gear one last time, Ansgar gave Garrern a glance, enough to tell the Sith that the commando was locked, loaded, and ready for the nine-zero minutes of operations.

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Name:
Ansgar Staudinger

Age:
28

Appearance:

Armored

Barring Most Blades and Weapons not listed in Equipment

Out of Armor

Race:
Lorrdian (Near-Human)

Role:
Stormtrooper Commando

Bio:
Unlike the three Sith, Ansgar was not taken by the Sith, for he lacked any sort of connection to the force. Indeed, one might be impressed by the utter lack of connection he has to the force. Indeed, his midi-chlorian count was considered abnormally low for an average near-human. Yet it seemed to not affect his health, merely causing him to pass under the Sith radar and be raised by his family, both his parents retired mercenaries. So it was hardly surprising such an upbringing would lead him to conflict, however, the betrayal ridden mercenary sector, as Ansgar saw it, held no interest in the mind's eye of the young Lorrdian. What did resonate in his mind's eye, however, was a battle he had spied upon, mercenaries from his parent's former company squaring off with strange, black clad armored figures. The figures decimated the mercenaries, their tactics and equipment trumping the mercenaries at every turn.

At the age of ten, Ansgar ran from home, stowing away on the transport that the small cadre of the black clad troopers were using. Unsurprisingly, he was found several days into the return trip, having stolen rations and the missing foodstuffs becoming noticed. The troopers could have executed him, but the resourcefullness and vicious fight he put up when cornered and, fearing death, lashed out changed their minds. Instead, they offered him a choice. Enlist with their cadre, and go through the long, drawn out, and perilous training regiment, or be dropped off into who knows where. The young Ansgar really had no choice, after all, choosing to be molded at the Trooper Academy instead of likely die off somewhere. So, upon arrival at a place that, for the longest time, Ansgar had no idea the name or location of, he was carted off to the Academy.

Being both an outsider to the other trainees, and being a Lorrdian instead of true human created rather hefty boundries for Ansgar. However, playing the ability to read the most minute of physical cues to his advantage in the close quarters drilling, whilst surging ahead, applying himself in mind, body and soul to the tasks put before him. After all, failure was a death sentence, so fail he would not. The long ten years covered various topics, from piloting and technical skills to close quarter combat and marksmanship. Indeed, if he had not applied himself and excelled from the hard work, he would have been out of the Academy sooner, as a rank and file trooper vice anything else. Yet, the dedication earned him the chance at being a Commando, tacking on additional years of advanced combat training and conditioning to carry the heavier kits that sometimes were required, as well as surpass anything regular troopers could manage on their own.

Shortly before his 20th birthday, Ansgar graduated from the Academy as one of a few newly minted Commandos. As such, his first assignment was to a group of sith, alongside more experienced Commandos for a mission against a Jedi holding. Through the mission, Ansgar would claim several Jedi knight's lives, through either dumb luck or hidden talent, utilizing the Oppressor Flamethrower no one else in the squad wanted and foisted off on the new guy. However, the most notable deed was the one Sith, focused on keeping her own compatriot from getting too far off his rocker, some rage drugs was the whispered rumors among the Commandos, had been ambushed by a Sentinel. Rather than risk the flamethrower, Ansgar literally tackled the Sentinel in a bullrush, causing him to drop the saber and turned the tables on the Sentinel before he could properly call on the force.

Such an action, blatant disregard for Ansgar's own well being aside, caught the attention of the Sith leading the mission. Ansgar would later find himself reassigned to the three's personal force, where he would learn about the three, as much as they learned about himself, reaching a greater report as his own ascent through the ranks, thanks to the actions of Garrern repaying his rescue of Arianna during the Commando's first mission. Ansgar would only grow into his given tools, having never abandoned the Flamethrower foisted off on him, being oddly fond of the weapon alongside a T-21 Light Repeating Blaster, for reasons still unfathomable. Yet, the quiet Lorrdian would become fast friends of the three, despite his utter lack of force potential, something that would baffle outsiders, no doubt.

Personality:
To anyone who isn't a Lorrdian, not only is Ansgar quite the taciturn fellow, he is nigh unreadable outside of armor, let alone inside of it. Being slow to comment on a given situation or comment given to him, he seems to be defined solely by actions more often than not. Unsurprising then, that as a Lorrdian, he often lets his body posture, subtle shifts in facial expression, and other cues speak more than words, preferring to let the observant glean the truth from him vice merely telling them. As such, he tends to be the one reacting to the others, many times with a quiet, slightly annoyed sigh as he willing follows his friends into the breach once more.

Specialization/Skills:
Combat Tactics - Assault Commando: Equal parts family lineage, training, and experience has left Ansgar with a natural knack for close assault. The Lorrdian includes a blend of conventional weapons, such as his personal T-21 Light Repeating Blaster for covering fire while closing the gap, alongside concussion grenades to breach and disrupt. However, closing the distance also sees atypical weapons, such as the Oppersor Flamethrower the Commando insists on lugging around, employed for shock and terror tactics as needed. If forced into a melee, a brutal mix of street fighting and close quarters tactics drilled into them rounds out the combat approach that Ansgar favors.

Support Tactics: As a Commando, Ansgar received training outside solely combat orientated tactics, due to the minor fact that, as a elite commando unit, his kind were expected to be able to operate on their own. Including their own tech and medical support, as such, while not part of a tech or medical section of Commandos, Ansgar has basic training in both medical and technological work, giving him the means to round out the skills of most groups. Though he will not crack all systems easily, if at all, and most wounds he stitches up most definitely will hurt a lot in the morning. But its better than bleeding out or getting locked out of an area.

Equipment:
T-21 Light Repeating Blaster
T-6 Heavy Blaster Pistol
Oppressor Flamethrower
Reinforced Assault Commando Armor
Concussion Grenades
Several Vibroknives