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Warhammer 40k: The Sisk Incident

Grothnor said
@Pathfinder: Accepted. Your character can be my character's bodyguard, on loan from another Inquisitor, or simply working for Inquisitor Case. Your choice.

Ok, That makes things easier. Body guard acquired.

Warhammer 40k: The Sisk Incident

Damn really? I need to work on my metric system. No way would I have said had I known. I guess I'll have to settle with one...like a small one because jesus christ, 30 meters is like...almost 100 feet. Grav may be a tough sunnofa bitch, but he ain't that tough.

The Elder Scrolls, Unsung Heroes of the Oblivion Crisis.

I've just noticed this, my character is not going to be making many friends. I guess I'm just gonna have to go with the jerk with a heart of gold angle.

The Elder Scrolls, Unsung Heroes of the Oblivion Crisis.

At that Karnog scowled, this little orc thinks that he can't take care of himself? Hes fought bears with his own hands and won. Losing an axe, especially a crappy axe like that one, is nothing.

"Watch yourself kinsmen, I've killed men for far less than that." Karnog said with ill restrained malice.

Warhammer 40k: The Sisk Incident

Also, I won't be able to post during weekends. Right now we are remodeling our old house so that we can get it on the market. Otherwise I'm good.

Warhammer 40k: The Sisk Incident

Thanks.

The Elder Scrolls, Unsung Heroes of the Oblivion Crisis.

Karnog huffed in amusment at the Dunmer.

"This is an arena fight, not an acrobatics routine grey skin." Karnog said with a tone both mocking and full of amusement.

Walking up to another dummy, Karnog unholsters his battleaxe. "All you need to do is cleave." With the end of his sentence he cleanly split the wooden dummies head in two, breaking the handle of the battleaxe in the process.

"Damn." Was all he could say before going to the rack and picking up a war hammer.

Before going back to his wall, Karnog just huffs out a "Never trust imperials to forge."

War Never changes (New Vegas RP)

Name: Sgt. Jerry Riggs, just call him Riggs

Factions/Reputation: Liked by the NCR, shunned by the Legion

Hometown: Novak, but a recent job has him going to Goodsprings.

Appearance: Being a ghoul, Jerry isn't what you would call handsome or attractive or basically anything that doesn't have to do with zombie. However, Jerry never really cared about his looks before the great war either. Still, there are somethings that set him apart from other ghouls. Number one, most of his extra skin is gone, couple hundred years of fighting will do that to ya. Secondly, his head is encased in metal. Due to an incident with laser to the face, a science guy made sure he survived. Now he has a robot voice and needs to eat and drink out of a straw, but he's alive. Lastly, the dudes ripped. Like big ass muscles. Hundreds of years carrying a 25 pound gun really does a number on ya. Also hes like 6'7.

S: 10
P: 4
E: 8
C: 2
I: 5
A: 5
L: 4

Tag Skills: Guns, Unarmed, Repair

Starting Perks:

Grunt: Before the world went to hell, Riggs was a soldier. With that skill set he has lived and prospered.
Ghoul: While the rest of his family died of the radiation, Riggs gained power from it, if not a little uglieness.
Piercing Strike: After hundreds of years of carrying Mulch around, Riggs has gained some seriouse strength in his arms. So much in fact, that he can kill a man with his hands alone.

Starting Weapons: Mulch, a minigun Riggs has had since his days in the army in the great war. Boxing tape and a 44. Magnum.

Starting Armor/Clothing: Mk 1 "Brain Case" cyber support helmet. Combat armor.

History: Jerry has been around for a long time, like a REALLY long time. Before the great war he was just a sergeant in the military and fighting the good fight, that is until the bombs fell. During that time Jerry tried desperately to get his family into a vault but he just didn't get their in time. So as the bombs fell, he stayed with his family until they all started to die and he didn't. At the time he thought it was a cruel joke, that god just hadn't finished with Jerry just yet. Yet, as the years wen't by he got over it and in the wake of it, he became a defender again...At a price. He became a mercenary, but not one of those that kill anybody and arguably, Jerry rarely accepts full payment for his job. Hes just too nice of a guy. In his hundreds of years Jerry has been all across the U.S. and only now does he stop to relax in a little town called Novak, were he and a couple of snipers make sure people don't cause trouble. But his old itchy feet are comin back and a new arrival just might make him go exploring yet again.

Personality: Very outgoing when not on the job, Riggs likes a nice beer every once and awhile and is still lookin for a nice girl to take home. On the job however, he is quit, professional, and intimidating. With a robotic voice and glowing eyes, people tend to think twice about attacking things hes guarding.

RP Sample: Its been real hot out lately, I hate the heat. It chafes whats left of my skin off. With that, a crack goes across the the canyon and the guys head he is standing next turns into chunky confetti.

"Its going to be one of those days." Riggs says with a sigh as he revs up Mulch and lets forth a hail of metal.

The Elder Scrolls, Unsung Heroes of the Oblivion Crisis.

Judging by the expression of the Dunmer, his act was working. Giving the impression of a dumb barbarian was a skill that the forge wife of the stronghold had taught him.

"If they think your stupid, they won't think your as much as a threat." her voice echoed in the back of his mind.

So far the competition was looking average. No matter what, an orc was an orc and judging by her calm demeanor she isn't going to go down easy... or maybe she will, he hasn't seen her in action and she may be just a push over. The Bosmer looked like he would crumble if he breathed on him too hard, and he just might judging on what he had just eaten. Now the witch hunter, he had heard about that one on his way here, it would be nice to test him, blade to blade.

Karnog didn't like the Bosmer, the way that he had looked at him was full of contempt and it made his blood boil in a way that only an orcs could. However he suppressed it and decided to passive aggressively fling the last bit of rat meat in his general direction.

Warhammer 40k: The Sisk Incident

Name/Rank: Grav Roc, Inquisition Body guard

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Organization: Former Sargent of an ogryn squad. Ordo Xenos and most recently Ordo Hereticus

Appearance: Like all ogryn, Grav is a large brute. Reaching a little over 3 meters, and about 400 pounds of muscle. Grav lacks the grotesque obesity found in many ogryns. While still very thick all round, one would quickly find out that under that thin layer of fat is muscle hard enough to stop any number of damage. Due to his BONE enhancements and from damage gained from previous campaigns, Grav's head is almost completely covered in metal, the only thing left visibly is his mouth which is filled with variations of rounded and jagged teeth. In his imperial guard past, he sustained heavy damage to his arms protecting a Commissar from Necron fire and as a result gained new limbs from the inquisition.

History: Grav grew up on a planet he didn't care to know the name to, once his time had come to join the Imperial Guard he was never happier. He was sent to Catachen and excelled, he even killed a small Catachen Devil by himself, earning him respect among the guardsmen. The years seemed to blur for Grav, just shooting and smashing until he was chosen for the BONE procedure and was made a sergeant of his own squad. Several more years of that lead him to a world full of nasty metal men who shot green beams that cut the flesh right of the bone, and the bones too. Grav fought harder than he ever did before, smashing and shooting every single one he saw. But they kept coming back together after he smashed them, that wasn't fair and it made Grav angry. So he smashed more harder and shot more better until he saw some aim at the Commissar, now that something Grav didn't like at all and he put himself in front of their guns. The beams broke "Daisy", Grav's ripper gun, and they took away Gravs arms. So Grav did the only thing left he could do and started stomping and kicking the shiny little robot men until he passed out. Once Grav woke up, he wasn't in the battle ground or a feel bad tent. He was on a ship with an Inquisitor, and he had a job for Grav. Smash the aliens that the emperor told him to smash, and Grav could get his arms back. With the man mentioning the emperor, Grav agreed immediately. For nothing was greater than the emperor. So the Inquisitor gave him new, better arms and a new Daisy, then shipped him off to go stomp some aliens with an inquisitor friend of his. It went like this for awhile, an inquisitor would ship him off somewhere and he would stomp aliens, then he would be sent to go somewhere eltse. However this time he wasn't sent to go stomp some aliens, this time he was sent to go to a planet belonging to the emperor and stomp on people who didn't like the emperor, which is just silly.

Personality: Grav, like all ogryns, is simple. Even with his intelligence boosting implants, he doesn't understand big things as much as others, but what he does know is that he needs to stomp, smash, and shoot anything bad that the emperor tells him to. Another thing with Grav is that if you are to gain his loyalty, he will trust and do anything in his power to make sure you are ok. Even going so far as to shield you from harm with his own body.

Equipment/Wargear: Due to working with the inquisition, Grav is better equipped than most ogryn.
- A set of ogyn carapace armor
- Daisy, a custom ripper gun particularly useful against meaty bits.
- An ogryn sized Catachen Fang pattern knife
- Bionic arms, when all else fails, use your mits.

Skills/Abilities:

~BONE Enchancments: Being a "Bone'ead" makes Grav slightly more intelligent than others of his kind.

~Catachan Conditioning: Having been in the Catachan 2nd caused Grav to be extremely tough and vicious in combat, he even gained a poison immunity to all but the most potent of poisons found on Catachan.

~And They Will Know No Fear: While not a space marine, Grav has a particularly favorable trait of having almost no fear of his own personal death, but he does have a fear of failure.

Other: If no one wants to be the inquisitor that takes him on as a body guard. I'm just going to make one up and kill him off.

Ave Imperator. Morituri te salutant.