Eisenhorn

Halo - The Hyperion Incursion.

Hmm, I can try my hand at Halo again, why not. I'll get onto a CS then, shall I?

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EDIT: Aaaaand done.

Wieland Voss

Name
Wieland Voss

Age
35

Sex
Male

Appearance without armor
Wieland is a tad shorter than most Spartan IV's, his jet black hair kept in a trimmed, swept back manner under his helmet at any given time, somehow remaining tidy even after an extended mission. He tends to have an eternal five o' clock shadow, no matter how recently he shaved, and it tends to simply be a natural thing for him at this point to simply let it be. His dull grey eyes hide the razor sharp intelligence behind them, and the typically relaxed expression could fool someone into thinking he simple a casual, laid back soldier instead of a Spartan IV. On his upper left arm is the ODST badge, the tattoo received after his first successful combat drop with the ODSTs, and is the one he is the most proud of by far. Besides that, he has a Celtic styled cross on his back, stretching down his spine and across his shoulder blades, the top stopping just before the collar on a dress uniform would stop.

Armor Style
GEN2 Mjolnir Powered Assault Armor – Ricochet Style

Weapons
Primary 1
M45D Tactical Shotgun

Primary 2
M319 Individual Grenade Launcher

Secondary
M6H2 PDWS

Equipment
x2 Runs of Thermite-Carbon Cord
x3 Thermite Grenades
x2 Satchel Charges
Thruster Pack

Personality
Speak softly, and make one hell of an explosion is the motto that Wielend goes by on a regular basis. Despite his former background as an ODST, he isn't one to talk much or brag, letting the more vocal members of a given team do the chattering and general bravado indulging. The man is a thinker, often times planning and scheming about how to bring his weapons to bear most effectively, but is almost always running along several trains of thought at the same time. Considering how long he was used to working with a team, he much prefers to continue to do so, routinely sticking close enough to cover an ally in a given team. He has a fondness for getting up close and personal, second only to his passion for explosives, which usually do not make for a good combination. He has made it work though, surprisingly enough, and often times can make do with an alarmingly little amount of supplies.

Everything that is said or done by Wieland can assuredly be only after a significant amount of deliberation and forethought, and getting his earnest, unrefined opinion on something is an exercise in futility most of the time. He tends to be very careful with what he shares and discusses, and tends to be more secretive than most would consider healthy. But as long as the team works together, it shouldn't matter terribly much that he doesn't discuss himself anymore than completely necessary.

Characters Theme Song

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

To a degree, I suppose? Last Halo game I finished to completion was Reach.

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

"Archaeo-Tech Technology is redundant, ma'am. I will reserve bludgeoning actions for uncommon mutants." Whether Ansgar was being sarcastic or not was lost through the rebreather he wore, muffling the tone of voice he had when responding to the psyker's request for him to not use the weapon as a hand to hand substitute. However, the spikes that weren't stopped by the Rhino or the psyker's shield nearly hit the Grenadier, a sidestep narrowly avoiding the unpleasant death by impalement. Raising the Galvanic rifle, he fired shots into the mutant as he walked backwards, orders overruling his desire to get close enough to lob the necessary volume of explosives onto the impaled thing to kill it. Beyond that, it was relatively smooth moving to the Rhino and, once everyone was aboard, shot off at a rather fitting speed. Spotting the Apothecary at the controls, the Krieger didn't question it, since while he was not familiar with any of the Astartes outside one Chapter, he assumed there was a good reason for the medical expert to be driving.

Lacking the advanced scanning equipment, connections to the Rhino's sensors, or any other means to detect anything outside the hull of the transport, all Ansgar could do was sit and wait. The remark that the Celestian made on halting the Chaos invasion or being dead by the Emperor's side was a welcome one, at least by the Kriegsman. "In death, Atonement." The remark was the tail end of the Litany of Sacrifice, and the idea of charging head long into death was neither foreign or unwelcome as far as Ansgar was concerned. Then again, some of the others of the group may take exception to that, but it was not his place to attempt to fix that. When told that they would fight from inside the Rhino, it took him some moments to realize that the vehicle had a hatch for passengers to be able to fire out of. It also dawned on him that, due to his height, he couldn't actually reach the top hatch for firing out of the vehicle, as it clearly was designed for power armor in mind.

"Ma'am, it may be wise to disembark if we encounter hostile forces in numbers requiring more firepower than is already provided. The top firing hatch seems intended for power armored individuals, who have the extra height to be able to fire out effectively." Addressing the Celestian, Ansgar stood inspecting the Galvanic rifle he was in temporary custody of, ignoring the intense gaze that was being given to him by the Tech-Priestess Malig. Ansgar was under no disillusion that his short height was going to make fighting from inside the Rhino effectively impossible for him, reducing the amount of effective firepower while mounted inside the vehicle by one. Until then, he had to do the one thing most Guardsmen would agree to hating, wait. Wait and see what happened next.

Fire Emblem: The Eternal War [ENDED]

Jerod Staudinger

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Jerod noted the continued attempts to get under his skin, more obvious now since she was continuing to use the full title he technically was entitled to despite remarks to the contrary. Reigning in his irritation over the insistence of using the full name, he remarked rather dryly before the newcomer fellow started prattling on. "Why, such a sense of humor! And here I was wondering why the Crown Prince kept you around. That razor sharp wit would be remiss in employ elsewhere."

Jerod listened to Sordan introduce himself and his goals. Get back to Tellius, regroup, and follow orders from there. Though, as he continued, he intended to stay with the group and provide further pragmatic minds, which was a welcome addition. Though, by the very nature of a pragmatic minded individual, he didn't trust this man any farther than he could feasibly throw him. Just because he talked sense didn't mean he had any reason to trust the Tellius swordsman, but he kept his quiet on that. Wouldn't be the first time he was expected to work alongside untrustworthy individuals, hell, as far as some people were concerned, a sellsword couldn't afford to trust anyone more than their coin was worth. Speaking of trust, the Crown Prince brought back out both the damn fool of a hero, who introduced herself as Lyn, and some stray that Lyn had stumbled across while he was unconscious.

"So, will he have the common decency to wait until we are asleep before slashing our throats, or will be he rude enough to try and slip a dagger in our backs while we are awake?" Keerin can leer all she wants, but Jerod clearly was going to call out the lunacy of bringing along someone who Lyn had found, unconscious, and had no knowledge of outside of being a traveler of some sort. Either way, the Crown Prince seemed to not mind at all, cementing Sordan's point, and declared their next destination before heading off. This was going to be one hell of a job, the sellsword thought darkly as he followed after them.

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Jerod had been keeping a very close eye on the two newest of the group, Mark more than Sordan but a close eye was kept none the less. Which was made difficult when it was recommended they split up to buy the supplies needed, and he was left with Sordan. Well, at least one of them was still being observed, Jerod considered, and he was about to figure out where they would go for what they were responsible for when they were approached by a cavalier of sorts. Remarking after the beauties in their company, the damn fool Lyn in specific, and how they were blessed to have such company. Great, so now they had the attention of some womanizing, jumped up Cavalier lusting after the women in their group, and the two of them were stuck dealing with it.

Jerod had half a mind to just shrug and walk off, but the remark on the Crown Prince demanded some sort of response. "Not nearly as fortunate as you might think, they aren't worth the trouble in pursuing, yet the boss keeps them on the payroll. And your asking after the odd hair colored fellow, yeah? No, probably not, and he's given us an ear full over it already on the way here when I asked. Apparently resembles some noble prick's kid, poor sod. He gets enough grief over it as is, so I'd recommend letting it be, it has really been wearing his temper thin as of late."

Despite having not liked the man's tone in remarking on the women folk of the group, or his potentially recognizing the Crown Prince, he kept an off hand, almost distracted tone as he responded to the green wearing Cavalier. Hopefully he'd get the point and toss off, and they could go about gathering supplies for the road ahead. In fact, he actively dismissed the man by turning to Sordan and speaking to him directly, though not making enough detail apparent the intrusive Cavalier could involve himself further. That being said, he didn't expose his back to the man, turned enough to dismiss him, but not so much as he lost sight of him in his peripheral vision. "Right, we have our orders, same as the others. Shall we get going?"

@PaulHaynek@Sho Minazuki

Retaking the Front (40k Astra Militarum Roleplay, Currently Full)

I'm going to have to back out of this, got too much on my plate now to keep wasting a slot when other people would be more active. Apologies for wasting your time.

Fire Emblem: A Blinding Light

Voss

"Shall we be done with this, please? I was rather enjoying the history text I was going through, and I fear I might lose my place."

Name
Voss

Appearance
Being at around 5'7" tall, Voss is not a terribly imposing figure, nor does he have any real interest in such. His rather lean frame is hidden under his attire, rather bright for a Shaman, but something that Voss is rather fond of regardless of stereotypical attire for his profession. Despite the full coverage of his attire, he has a handful of scars, mostly from the encounters he had with monsters that were not handled by the Jehanna mercenaries, though one running from just above his left wrist to his shoulder looks like a burn, though it was caused by attempting to force magic too far above his abilities.

Apparent Age
Young Adult

Gender
Male

Nation
Grado

Class
Shaman

Weapon Mastery
C - Dark Magic

Level
4

Background
Voss comes from a long running lineage of magic users within the kingdom of Grado, though most of his siblings tended towards the anima wielding mages, attempting to distance themselves from the idea that Grado’s strongest casters were Shamans and their more advanced counterparts. Voss, however, found that he much preferred the more potent power of Dark magic, alongside its unique effects most of its spells carried, distancing himself from his family to practice his art in peace. Spending a great deal of his youth studying, and practicing, in seclusion eventually led to his family, under no uncertain terms, kicking him out and telling him to not return unless he was willing to follow their wishes.

Faced with homelessness, a lack of money, resources, and no trade skills worth mentioning, Voss had two options. Throw away all of his training and studies to meet the demands of his family, or join up with Grado’s army and continue his training and study there. Despite the distaste he had for large gatherings of people, let alone subservience, it was a more palpable approach than returning home and throwing away all the progress he made. As such, he approached the armed forces of Grado, offering his abilities at channeling the magic within Dark tomes in return for the necessities. Food, water, shelter, and pay, which went towards furthering his studies.

Of course, news of him enlisting with the military forces of Grado did not sit well with his family, who threatened to completely disown him instead of merely just kicking him out in an effort to teach him a lesson. Voss never replied to their letters, and generally assumes they have effectively struck his name from their lineage, and took to his nickname of Voss instead of his full name, which he has not shared with a soul.

Voss has served well, though not with extreme note due to his attitude and mentality, putting his studies and interest in delving ever deeper into the arts of elder magic, as some practitioners of Dark Magic refer to it. Yet serve he did, despite the mercenaries of Jehanna being ever present to solve the military problems that might face Grado, be it bandits or monsters. Voss was vocal of his disdain for the mercenaries, though not out of some patriotism, instead finding the practice of sellswords as little more than sponsored banditry. Imagine how vindicated the young Shaman will feel once the boot of Johanna falls on Grado, despite the implications this would have for him, being an active member of its military.

Plot-Susceptive
Yes

Equipment and Items
Nosferatu Tome
Flux Tome
Vulnerary

Personality
A surprisingly patient soul, Voss can tolerate a great deal of shenanigans before losing his cool, though woe unto anyone who finally tips the wrath of this Dark magic wielder once he reaches his breaking point. Having a temper that is slow, and quiet, to build before going off like an ambush, he tends to try and distance himself well before this happens. Preferring to think before he talks, let alone acts, he doesn’t necessarily detest company, though he often finds it meddlesome or irksome at best usually, doubly so when they are needlessly cheerful or kind. As such, most tend to mistake him for being morose or otherwise chronically depressed, the natural resting state of his features not helping in this, and while he does keep as tight of a lid on his emotions as possible, he isn’t naturally unhappy or happy. Neutral would be a sound way to describe his typical feeling on a day to day basis.

Ability Assessment
Slow and steady are two great ways to describe Voss’s approach to a combat situation. Wielding his natural gift in Magic with finesse and focus, the Shaman is more than capable of unleashing a torrent of magical power above the levels of his peers, though he refuses to sacrifice control for it. As such, as much of his talent is in making the attacks land, using his finesse and focus on his spell casting to ensure the spell reaches its intended target.

Of course, patience and taking the time to ensure his attacks do what he wants has their consequences. Voss is slow, to put it bluntly, moving with a steady assurance of purpose that fits his methodology of strike once and be done with it, which means faster foes will, sometimes quite literally, run circles around him. Perhaps due to focusing far too much on his studies, Voss is not terribly good at taking physical blows, making him keenly aware he will want to avoid getting in too close with foes wielding mundane methods of killing.

In Short:
+ Magic
+ Skill
- Speed
- Defense

Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other
+ Well Versed, and a tad obsessed, with Historical texts and legends of the past.
+ Tends to be oblivious to a situation when engrossed in a book or hobby, to an almost comedic degree.
+ Would very much like to open his own library and retire there, though not in the expressed interest of sharing knowledge, but to accumulate and learn from it.
+ Do not press for information on his family, it will infuriate Voss much quicker than most would expect.
+ Voss has been told he has a rather pleasant singing voice, though good luck getting him to admit it, let alone demonstrate it. If he thinks he is alone, will hum and sing quietly to himself whilst reading or studying.

R-button Summarization
Scholarly Shaman of Gardo. Usually prefers the company of books over people.

Misc. Quotes

Level Up

0-1 Points: "Unacceptable."
2-3 Points: "Middling, but sufficient for now."
4-5 Points: "I am capable of greater strides, but this will do nicely."
6+ Points: "As it should be, now to apply what has been gained."
0-1 Points, Capped: "A plateau of potency? This shall quickly grow maddening if left unaddressed..."
Changed Class: "I miss my old books already. Such is the sacrifice for new knowledge, however."

Critical Hits
"Enough of this!"
"How uncivilized."
"Now you are trying my patience..."
"I do think we are just about finished here."
"Out. Of. My. SIGHT!"

Fire Emblem: A Blinding Light

@PlatinumSkink Figured I'd provide clarification on the comments and such, and make some offers for tweaks to help sort things out more to your liking, eh?

Yeah, they aren't a large family, but its sort of a pride thing that they are Mages instead of Shamans. Sort of a case of doing something no one else is, and being overly proud of it, whether its deserved or not. I'd say, at most sibling wise, two other siblings following along the family preferred Mage path. Of course, feel free to tweak or play with that, just an estimate to provide initially.

I can certainly tone it down a few levels, put him at 5 or lower if you'd like, I'd have no problems with that. As for tomes, I could either drop the Flux tome so he has to rely on the Luna for everything, or knock it down to a Nosferatu if you'd prefer. I'm certainly willing to be flexible to make him fit a bit better for your preferences. Appreciate the initial acceptance though, sure as sure!

Retaking the Front (40k Astra Militarum Roleplay, Currently Full)

Had to drive my sister to the Air Force recruiters and such to help her processing into the Chair Force, so thats why I was slow in posting. I'll try to have a post up in the next day or so.

Fire Emblem: A Blinding Light

Apologies for the delay in responding, been a bit busy and sleep deprived this week haha. I shall endeavor to have a character put together within the next few days, at the absolute latest.

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EDIT: Right-o, got my fellow sorted out. Figured we could use someone with some magic prowess, all things considered, so here he is for consideration. @PlatinumSkink

CS

"Shall we be done with this, please? I was rather enjoying the history text I was going through, and I fear I might lose my place."

Name
Voss

Appearance
Being at around 5'7" tall, Voss is not a terribly imposing figure, nor does he have any real interest in such. His rather lean frame is hidden under his attire, rather bright for a Shaman, but something that Voss is rather fond of regardless of stereotypical attire for his profession. Despite the full coverage of his attire, he has a handful of scars, mostly from the encounters he had with monsters that were not handled by the Jehanna mercenaries, though one running from just above his left wrist to his shoulder looks like a burn, though it was caused by attempting to force magic too far above his abilities.

Apparent Age
Young Adult

Gender
Male

Nation
Grado

Class
Shaman

Weapon Mastery
C - Dark Magic

Level
4

Background
Voss comes from a long running lineage of magic users within the kingdom of Grado, though most of his siblings tended towards the anima wielding mages, attempting to distance themselves from the idea that Grado’s strongest casters were Shamans and their more advanced counterparts. Voss, however, found that he much preferred the more potent power of Dark magic, alongside its unique effects most of its spells carried, distancing himself from his family to practice his art in peace. Spending a great deal of his youth studying, and practicing, in seclusion eventually led to his family, under no uncertain terms, kicking him out and telling him to not return unless he was willing to follow their wishes.

Faced with homelessness, a lack of money, resources, and no trade skills worth mentioning, Voss had two options. Throw away all of his training and studies to meet the demands of his family, or join up with Grado’s army and continue his training and study there. Despite the distaste he had for large gatherings of people, let alone subservience, it was a more palpable approach than returning home and throwing away all the progress he made. As such, he approached the armed forces of Grado, offering his abilities at channeling the magic within Dark tomes in return for the necessities. Food, water, shelter, and pay, which went towards furthering his studies.

Of course, news of him enlisting with the military forces of Grado did not sit well with his family, who threatened to completely disown him instead of merely just kicking him out in an effort to teach him a lesson. Voss never replied to their letters, and generally assumes they have effectively struck his name from their lineage, and took to his nickname of Voss instead of his full name, which he has not shared with a soul.

Voss has served well, though not with extreme note due to his attitude and mentality, putting his studies and interest in delving ever deeper into the arts of elder magic, as some practitioners of Dark Magic refer to it. Yet serve he did, despite the mercenaries of Jehanna being ever present to solve the military problems that might face Grado, be it bandits or monsters. Voss was vocal of his disdain for the mercenaries, though not out of some patriotism, instead finding the practice of sellswords as little more than sponsored banditry. Imagine how vindicated the young Shaman will feel once the boot of Johanna falls on Grado, despite the implications this would have for him, being an active member of its military.

Plot-Susceptive
Yes

Equipment and Items
Nosferatu Tome
Flux Tome
Vulnerary

Personality
A surprisingly patient soul, Voss can tolerate a great deal of shenanigans before losing his cool, though woe unto anyone who finally tips the wrath of this Dark magic wielder once he reaches his breaking point. Having a temper that is slow, and quiet, to build before going off like an ambush, he tends to try and distance himself well before this happens. Preferring to think before he talks, let alone acts, he doesn’t necessarily detest company, though he often finds it meddlesome or irksome at best usually, doubly so when they are needlessly cheerful or kind. As such, most tend to mistake him for being morose or otherwise chronically depressed, the natural resting state of his features not helping in this, and while he does keep as tight of a lid on his emotions as possible, he isn’t naturally unhappy or happy. Neutral would be a sound way to describe his typical feeling on a day to day basis.

Ability Assessment
Slow and steady are two great ways to describe Voss’s approach to a combat situation. Wielding his natural gift in Magic with finesse and focus, the Shaman is more than capable of unleashing a torrent of magical power above the levels of his peers, though he refuses to sacrifice control for it. As such, as much of his talent is in making the attacks land, using his finesse and focus on his spell casting to ensure the spell reaches its intended target.

Of course, patience and taking the time to ensure his attacks do what he wants has their consequences. Voss is slow, to put it bluntly, moving with a steady assurance of purpose that fits his methodology of strike once and be done with it, which means faster foes will, sometimes quite literally, run circles around him. Perhaps due to focusing far too much on his studies, Voss is not terribly good at taking physical blows, making him keenly aware he will want to avoid getting in too close with foes wielding mundane methods of killing.

In Short:
+ Magic
+ Skill
- Speed
- Defense

Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other
+ Well Versed, and a tad obsessed, with Historical texts and legends of the past.
+ Tends to be oblivious to a situation when engrossed in a book or hobby, to an almost comedic degree.
+ Would very much like to open his own library and retire there, though not in the expressed interest of sharing knowledge, but to accumulate and learn from it.
+ Do not press for information on his family, it will infuriate Voss much quicker than most would expect.
+ Voss has been told he has a rather pleasant singing voice, though good luck getting him to admit it, let alone demonstrate it. If he thinks he is alone, will hum and sing quietly to himself whilst reading or studying.

R-button Summarization
Scholarly Shaman of Gardo. Usually prefers the company of books over people.

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

Ansgar slammed the sharpened edge of the entrenching tool into another heretic's head, caving it in and a swift kick sent its corpse back down into the oncoming ranks of the traitors, letting its mass and momentum earn him a moment's respite. Between his own ruthless hand to hand experience, and the Arbites shield and power maul doing its own bloody work, the two were keeping enough of a kill tally up to keep from being overwhelmed. At a glance towards the front treads, he could see the efforts to rend the frontal armor open had also damaged the tracks, making it unlikely the thing would move without serious repairs. Of course, given the situation at hand, it was unlikely the Chimera would ever see use in Imperial hands again, which meant he had half a mind to lob demolition charges into the thing and render it inoperable and near unsalvageable. Of course, at about this point orders came over the Vox, of which his had started working again once clear of the interference in the Forge, though it was unsteady and crackled with interference, he could make out enough. Fall back, and board the Rhino, while the Psyker questioned him on the Rhino's capacity for them all.

"It is likely, they are designed for entire squads of Power armored individuals after all. Arbites, brace for explosives, dropping a screen." With due warning given over Vox to the Arbites, Ansgar grabbed a handful of Frags from his bag of explosives that he had restocked at the Forge, tugging the pins of three frags and lobbing them in an arc into the front of the oncoming tide. The three frags would buy them time to back up, the gap and sudden treacherous ground of blood and guts would also slow the oncoming heretics enough to disengage. "Techpriestess, Disgengage the Skitarii via the rear hatch as soon as we are not in the way of its opening."

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"That is the optimal plan, I am aware, thank you." Malig was rather terse with the Krieger as he laid out the plan for her assigned troops to withdraw. Uploading new code sequences to the Skitarii Rangers firing from the Chimera, the moment the the organics were clear, the hatch would swing down and the red robed Skitarii within would file out, forming wings on either side of the retinue members, covering their flanks with lethal and precise volleys of Galvanic Rifle shots, the smell of electrified, scorched flesh filling the air over the bloody smell of the dead and dying. One of the Skitarii took an improvised rocket to the gut, punching through his already damaged armor and cutting the soldier clean in two, Galvanic rifle dropping alongside the two halves of the Skitarii, though more machine fell out than organs. "Unit 2B17 confirmed inoperable. Retrieve his rifle, if feasible, I will instruct on proper use."

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"Attempting to move anyone via the Warp in this proximity to traitor forces with unknown capabilities is likely not a good plan. Either he sticks to the withdraw orders, or his death will be stemming the tide in the Emperor's name." As far as a Krieger was concerned, dying in battle with the traitors of the Imperium was a worthy death, but their orders were clear. If he could not disengage, either the Psyker would act on her own as she showed a penchant for doing, or he would fall slaying as many as he could. Upon the Skitarii getting blown in half, Ansgar was the first to retrieve the fallen Galvanic weapon, holstering the las pistol he had been using as he hefted the thing. With the Tech Priestess instructing him on its use, he quickly got the understanding of how to use the weapon, firing off shots as they withdrew, though those closest to him could hear him muttering. "Another weapon without a bayonet lug, Emperor preserve me..."

From the sounds of it, one would hope that whoever built that Galvanic Rifle in question had made it sturdy enough for hand to hand combat, since it was now in the hands of a Krieg Grenadier who continued to lament the lack of bayonet accepting weapons he kept having to use. At the very least, he didn't recognize any bayonet lugs on the weapon, considering its use by the Skitarii and not him, and Malig notably did not tell him if there was one or not.