Idea: My character has an Adeptus Astartes-issue bolt pistol that (s)he uses like a rifle.
Yes, it is somewhat canon that Astartes bolt pistols are like freakin' rifles to regular humans.
Aren't Astartes guns DNA coded to their genetically enhanced owners? They also have a kick not so much like a mule as much as a industrial pneumatic ram. I think it might rip an ordinary arm right off.
I'd like to apply as well with this here CS. Although I do admit I went for a kind of comic relief character, rest assured his playstyle will be appropriately grimdark with a funny now and again. Biography is a WIP, need some more detail there (names, positions, timeframes). matter of fact, if any of you have criticism or funny/awesome/grimdark additions, feel free to comment.
Real Name: Reginold Vance
Home World: Juventis Persepoli Backwater agri-world. Most of the planet's surface is covered in an intricate lacework of water and stringy islands. This geographical formation allows for a good mix of heavy rainfall and sunshine, perfect for agriculture. The people of Juventis believe in the nuclear family, hard work, and an active exercise regimen of playing Bowls. The population is divided between the expansive tracts of rural farmland and small towns and cities providing specialist services to farmers as well as housing the main instruments of Imperial rule. The pace of life on Juventis is generally languid. No incidents have escalated beyond the planetary level in the last few thousand years. On the planetary level, only three events demanded the attention of the imperial forces in the last hundred years: The riots during the Bowls Prohibition era 83 years ago, a small insurgence of the so called "indigenous peoples" demanding recognition 56 years ago, and the subjugation of an upcoming ultraviolence gang, 9 years ago.
Age: 25 Gender: Male
Appearance: Reggie is of average height, and has a lean body with stringy musculature. His facial features are well defined: a strong jaw line and clear cheekbones, a slightly jutting forehead. His brown eyes contrast his pale-ish skin, and have a 128 yard-and-counting stare: In the process of seeing too much, but still a long way to go. His matt brown hair is thin, slightly unappealing, and doesn't take well to any attempts at styling it. Reggie tries to anyway, forcing it into rockabilly curl with way too much grease.
Uniform: Reggie's uniform is spick-and-span-new, due to his sudden appointment to active arbitrator. It's still actively uncomfortable, giving off leathery creaks every step of the way. It also means that there has been no time to personalize any part of the outfit.
Small scale Blackmail/Extortion
Dextrous Tricks (Knives, guns, possibly juggling though he'd never admit it)
Looking The Part
Graffiti Art (Though he'd never admit it)
Being Insecure/Desperate for attention
Primary: Auto-gun. Reggie favours the precision of the auto-gun contrary to the shotgun due to his his highly developed dexterity. Yellow markers on a few of his ammunition clips indicate they contain AP rounds.
Secondary: Stub-gun. For regular use. While his handcannon is Reggie's preferred showoff piece, his stubgun is the one which will see use in actual combat for its lightweight killing power. Barrel is weighted to increase precision.
Melee: Shock baton. For regular use. Smaller and more agile than the power maul, the shock baton is Reggie's preferred melee weapon. Its range and incapacitating power are far greater than his knives, which are therefore relegated to the purposes of tooth-picking, sandwich-making and fashion accessory.
Tertiary: Standard Carapace armor set. Brand new, uncomfortable and annoyingly squeaky.
Tertiary: Smoke grenades and flashbangs. Brand new (Duh). Confusion and deceit are the best tools for stealing someone's thunder, or make a quick escape or kill.
Tertiary: Suppression shield. Brand new.
Memento: Handcannon from his early days. For pretend use and tricks (Does it even fire?). Originally chosen for creating the most noise and the brightest blasts, it's destructive capability is reduced due to its bad balance and large weight. When actually hit, enemies do tend to collapse satisfyingly abrupt. It also looks impressive, with a massive barrel and red and black colors and decorations.
Memento: Knife set. For pretend use and tricks. They look sharp. Work on bread.
Memento: Parents PDF dogtags.
Arrest Report: Reginold "Reggie" Vance To: Judge Aggradov Menchiev From: Arbitrator-Captain Joseph Hermal Subject: Arrest and prosecution of Reginold Vance. Proposed sanction: Enrolment at Schola Progenium
Honored Judge Menchiev,
I hereby write you to inform about the arrest of Reginold Vance in the aftermath of the Narcissa Insurgency. Reginold's case is of special concern: Though involved with the Narcissa gang, he does not seem to have supported their ultimate cause of violence and mayhem, and is of decent descent. Both parents fulfilled relatively high-ranking positions in our Planetary Defence Forces: His father Nathaniel Vance as a lieutenant-general directly under general Devilio, his mother Jamie Astrada as liaison officer between the PDF and Adeptus Arbites offices.
I say fulfilled, as both were killed in the intense fighting during the final Narcissa counteroffensive near 31st and 22nd. Reggie himself was himself present at this final fire fight and was witness of his parents' death at the hands of so called gang leader "Hephaestus", original name Thomas Venn. They were set ablaze together with a number of civilian personnel by Hephaestus' flamer weapon, in an apparent attempt to disconnect Vance from his past and force his loyalty to Narcissa.
This kind of extreme test of faith had become widespread among Narcissa, as well as vindictive acts of ultraviolence and ritual killing. These acts, seemingly aimed at undermining the faith in the Imperium among citizens and glorifying bloodletting and murder, implicated a possibility of extra dimensional forces at play, signing Narcissa's death warrant.
Having been raised by his parents adevoted citizen of the Imperium, Vance had no criminal record before he joined Narcissa 2 years ago. Narcissa, then, was considered a mere nuisance, a place for rebelling teens to congregate and act the deviant. Little did we know. Records show Nathaniel and Jamie were worried as any parent would be, but that they harboured a careful optimism. For Vance was and seems to remain a devout devotee of the God Emperor, reportedly never missing mass in those 2 years or committing any heretical acts as some of his fellow gang members were wont to do.
Vance did not yield to Hephaestus' emotional torture, surviving eyewitnesses say. Pulling an unwieldy handcannon, Vance shot Hephaestus at point blank range in the chest. After being downed, Hephaestus attempted to raise his flamer in retaliation while "laughing maniacally", prompting Vance to empty the remainder of his clip into Hephaestus' chest and head cavity. Dentals for confirmation of ID have so far not been recovered.
I cautiously advise you to relent your judgment in this case and avoid capitol punishment. Consign him instead to the Schola Progenium. At 14 years old he is rather old for enrolment, and his trauma will not help him either, but if he is strong enough it might not be the end of him.
With the greatest respect, Joseph Hermal, Arbitrator-Captain.
//WE INTERRUPT REGULAR PROGRAMMING FOR BREAKING NEWS :: 5:12am// Just an hour ago it was confirmed to Daily Imperial Television that our steadfast protectors of the Adeptus Arbites have dismantled a major terrorist network in the downhive harbour district. "Greater Goods Inc." Apperas to have been a front for the smuggling of personnel, weapons and supplies of alien origins into our glorious hive. Terrorist forces have meanwhile been subdued according to official sources. Among them were terrible alien berserkers of the "kroot" type and classified mechanical forces.
Arbites forces only recently acquired information of both the groups existence as well as a soon-to-be-executed attack on major infrastructural, governmental and public keynodes. Having no active units in the nearby area, a quick response group was formed at the closest site of Arbites officers: The Arbites Wing of the Schola Progenium. Departing in a Schola training Chimera's and assorted half -tracks, 48 officers in training and 2 Arbites Sergeants arrived at the scene with bare minutes to spare.
Eyewitnesses report the Arbites force splitting into five separate task forces, each with their own point of entry. At five past three this morning entry was gained into the terrorist premises, resulting in heavy firefights. Little is known about the operation past this point, besides the probable immediate annihilation of two taskforces after extremely bright blue weapon discharges seen from up to two blocks away. Sporadic firefighting is reported from then on.
New information was received a full half hour later, with video footage showing support beam C12-4367B, connected helipad and upper-level facilities infrastructure. This footage has been marked classified since. Shown is the second taskforce, Schole Progenium 2, being driven back from the support beam's internal staircase onto the helipad under heavy fire. Following is a large yellow mechanical form of approximately four meter in height. At the edge of the helipad, SP-2 is seemingly destroyed completely after the machine discharges his weapon in a blue flash. Footage is then lost when an explosion rips apart the machanized horror from behind.
Recruit Reginold Vance now seems to be the man to thank for saving us from a horrible death at the hands of these xenos and heretics. Og below average performance in the Schola itself, "Reggie" has now proven himself to one of the best recruits for the Adeptus Arbites in many years. Being the sole survivor from the blast that killed his team, he took his weapon and shot, in a moment of extraordinary tactical awareness, a gas pipe leading to one of the upper hive levels. Though the resulting explosion should have killed him, his opponent stood between him and the pipe. It inadvertently shielded Reggie and was destroyed in the process.
Already rumours have spread that Reggie has been instantly promoted to the rank of Arbitrator, and is destined to have place among an elite strike team on Aphrodus Primaris. A crowd has formed in front of the Precinct-Fortress where Reggie is being treated for minor wounds, hoping to convey their thanks to Reggie and homage to the deceased. Some have however expressed their doubts at Arbites high command for "sending inexperienced men to their deaths". However, these people have since been incarcerated at the Precinct-Fortress and have yet to be heard from again. //*click*//
Turning off the television, Reggie stood up with a grimace, transforming to an angry glare once the pain in his arm and hip had subsided somewhat. Poor bastards don't even know who to thank, He thought. I wouldn't have been alive if not for Jensen. But he didn't quite make it didn't he? Him having been reduced to well-cooked Kroot-feed with some missing bits. Walking to the table, Reggie replaced his arrest report back into his file, which he had requested after he'd been promoted. It solved at least the mystery of his survival on his homeplanet. Lucky stuff that my shot missed. Whoever said shooting in anger never works? Just only do it when there's a huge gas tank behind your target. Never fails! Putting on his brand new Arbites armour Reggie made a decision: I will become better. For my unit, Jensen... My parents. This night will not be ever repeated. Reggie put on his helm and clicked it shut. Never.
Personality: Operates from behind a boisterous facade of assertive bravado most of the time. He is smarter than he makes himself appear though, which explains why he manages to pull it off for most of the time too. He is good at assessing social situations and turning them to his advantage. He likes to flash his nifty tricks with gun and knives to any and all who appear to be interested, and many who aren't. Reggie finds it hard to deal with the fairer sex, overtuning his gangsteract in an attempt to impress them. Generally does not work.
Behind the facade Reggie is of course actually terribly afraid, insecure and childish. But also heart and soul devoted to the Emperor and his glorious Imperium. Forged in the fire of his parents death, Reggie's steadfast faith in the Imperial creed and Lex Imperialis might still make him an arbitrator to be reckoned with.
Hey guys, Just coming by to say that i'll be dropping out, in case that was not clear yet. I'm noticing I can't get myself to actually start writing, even though I like where Salvius is going. Kill him off in a glorious way! BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD. Have fun guys :P.
Now here was something quite exquisite. This... creature, Atella, was a marvel in so many ways. First, and most obvious, he or she oozed sex appeal in such quantities Salvius' had to do his very best not to lay a hand on them right this very moment. Female curves and male muscle beckoned him, hidden behind purple veils and silks. Second, they showed a remarkable appreciation of the situation, and tackled it in much the same way Salvius' was: smooth talking, lies and manipulation. Finally, Atella seemed to be rather more... dedicated... than either Sanath and "Thorn". Looking over the rest of the room he noticed others in either purplish clothing, or more often very little clothing at all. What kind of entity did these people adhere to? Temporarily distracted, Salvius missed the first part of what the Marine was saying to him. "I am simply dying to know, Ersus". Ha. Unlikely. Clearly the Marine had noticed that " Ersus" was no true name. Based on his previous behaviour, Salvius deemed the Marine unsuitable as his tool. Too stubborn, too straightforward. Why reveal he was on to Salvius? No, Atella could possibly serve much better. Salvius spoke to the Marine in a distracted manner, all the while staring at Atella. "Dying for knowledge, eh? It might come to that for you in time. Please excuse me..." Standing up and walking towards Atella and Sanath, Salvius paid close attention to his own body language and expressions. The fact that the Marine, and apparently Atella as well, had seen through a part of his facade had made him more careful. He would have to take his next deception a step further. He would construct this one on the ruins of the old one. He dropped the boisterous persona of Ersus completely, instead adopting a soft spoken, slightly steely manner of posture and speech. To give this character life, make it seem more real than Ersus had been, Salvius consciously used his repressed lust to infuse his mannerisms: Holding his glass slightly to tightly, a little sweat on the brow, slightly too long glances at Atella. "True names can be dangerous to give freely, my..." Salvius let his eyes flutter over their appearance for a second, as if slightly unsure of himself. "Lady Atella? Something you are undoubtedly telling dear mister Marko right now. I have to admit, I am simply fascinated by you." Careful with the flattery now. Salvius did not want to overdo it. Arriving next to Sanath with Atella more or less draped over him, Salvius' lust told him he should put his hand on Atella's shoulder and give Sanath a little jealous glare. Salvius glared at Sanath, adding some slight disdain to his expression to make it fit his character, then caressed Atella's shoulder, ending in a firm hold. Looking back at Atella, Salvius makes his words slightly reverberate in the warp: "We should talk about how we can be useful to each other... Maybe ask mister Marko here to share his story." That should be enough to gain her attention, thought Salvius.